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Broken by the Dark Lord	By : Kanashii Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6067 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�� This routine had
gone on unchanged for nearly five days. Miranda and Snape would have a quick
breakfast together usually around 4 am, when he would give her any special
lessons he wanted her to concentrate on that day, or check the conditions of
her wounds to see if they were healing. Then within 20 minutes he would be gone
to his all day teaching at Hogwarts. Miranda would dutifully study her brains
out for nearly 5 hours straight, then using her wand and the Fiorelli�s Guide
to Mundane Magical Chores, would work on doing dusting, minor repair and
cleaning of Snape�s living room and kitchen. He kept his bedroom door magically
locked as well as yet another secret door that he merely offhandedly muttered
lead to his personal lab. He also had her by day 3 beginning to brew the most
basic of potions which he would examine when he came home like some dark wine connoisseur
and berate her for the tiniest errors in them. (She had no idea how the man
could tell there were only 10 beetle eyes in a potion when there should have
been 11, or that she had stirred something only 8 times clockwise and 2 times
counterclockwise instead of the required 10 clockwise and 1 counterclockwise,
but he always knew.)

� They would eat a
simple dinner that he usually quickly prepared by magic (she was getting tired
of this bland British food, or perhaps it was just that her teacher was a great
wizard and potions master but a lousy cook) and then he would quiz her on
everything she had done that day, checked her work, her written scrolls of
homework (which he seemed to almost gleefully point out mistakes on to her) or
he would converse with her in English and again seem to almost gleefully and
sarcastically shoot apart anything that she said wrong. One of the first things
she taught herself in English was �I not know word for that!� so if he was
quizzing her on the correct method to cast a spell she often uttered �You know,
2 flicks, the incantation and then the, I not know the word for that, but then
it does this.� She would gesture wildly with her hands.

�� Snape would blink at her in that almost
contemptuous lazy way then in a low deadly soft voice would say, �Well you had
better, learn, the correct word for it.� He growled in a condescending voice,
�Ms. �I not know word for that�
because our Master does not approve of ineptness and neither do I.�

�� So on day five while he was at work, Miranda
decided to make a peace offering to her teacher and spent the day in the kitchen
whipping up some antipasto and other native Sicilian dishes which she hoped he
would like.� The small dingy house was
actually beginning to look nice and was filled with the smell of garlic bread and
Sciuscieddu soup. Maybe if he liked her
cooking he would get her some more Italian food staples like Pasta and olive
oil and eggplant. She was beginning to think she would never taste her native
cuisine again!

�� She
always could tell when he was coming home because of the soft crack of his
apparating.� He stalked into the kitchen
for a moment, and for the first time she had lived here with him, she felt fear
trickle in her veins. He looked murderous today; he towered in the doorway and
almost scented the air like some tall dour black dog. �What, are, you DOING!�
he punctuated each syllable with a glacial like timber.

�� I
cooking!� she faced him despite the anger that was emanating off him, �I
cooking! I doing favor for you! Look you no like, no bitcha to me! I tired of you British food, eh?�

�� He
moved faster than Lucius Malfoy even faster than Voldemort had. That quick she
felt his hand come up and slap her on the face. �Don�t you ever dare to speak
to me like that!� he hissed in a low tone.

� ��Miranda
reeled back from him, her hand coming up to her face. It had not been as hard a
slap as Malfoy or that huge blonde death eater had given her, but it was by the
very fact that Severus Snape had struck her that stunned her. Her mind swung
between utter confusion and fear and her Sicilian temper. She just stepped back
until she was against the wall, still stunned, still her hand to her face.

� �Did I ASK you to cook for us?� Snape said as
he strode right up to her nearly pressed against her. ��She
shook her head no, and tried to duck out from the side of him.

�� Look at me!� his voice was in a cruel tone
today, his eyes like two molten onyx daggers. His hands came up and grabbed her
shoulders and he leaned into her pinning her against the wall with his weight
and the strength of his hands.

�� A part of her felt her throat tightening
with fear and terror, a part wanted to scream in total fear. Now what? Would he
Crucio her? Lay into her with more
dark magic? Use his bare hands? Still her eyes avoided that harsh glare of his,
she could feel his hot breath along her face, the scent of him and the scent of
his rage.

� �Look, at, me.� He instructed and while his
voice was lower it still commanded respect and still dripped with venom.

� Using every ounce of strength in her mind she
dragged her eyes upwards to the man who was literally nearly face to face with
her. She would NOT give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry; she fought with
every ounce of self-control not to tremble in his harsh grasp.

�� And then suddenly and surprisingly he simply
released her and stepped back. �Very good. You are doing much better on
building your inner strength. The Dark Lord detests weakness and weakness will
get you killed Miranda.� He spun on his heel and strode out of the room, his
black robes billowing out behind him.

�� Only after she heard him stomp off through
the secret panel and down to his lab did she allow herself to slide down the
wall onto the floor and collapse into small and silent sobs. �What the
hell had just happened? Why did her teacher so lay into her like that?�

��

�� Snape paced back
and forth in his lab, his eyes like two murderous lasers. His mind railed every
dark curse he could against Voldemort, but somehow he thought it would only
amuse his Master. Earlier in the day he had been summoned before Lord Voldemort
Lucius Malfoy had been there as well. The two had bowed deeply before their
Master.

� �How is your student
coming along, Severus?� Voldemort eyed him.

� �Your assessment of
her has been correct as always my Lord.� Snape inclined his head, �She is
learning in a satisfactory manner, both magical studies and English.�

�� And her ability to
fight weakness and fear?� Voldemort glanced at Snape pointedly, the red eyes
seeming to try and rip into Severus� mind. �You know how I detest any sign of
weakness, and she cannot have any weakness at all. Not for the plans I have for
her, any hesitation on her part�� and Voldemort paused here, deciding that his
plans were his own and not to be discussed yet in front of his Death Eaters.

�� She has been
respectful, cooperative and shown hard work at learning.� Snape said blandly
not sure what his Master was driving at.

�� All fine and well
if all I wanted her to be was a student.� Voldemort waved his hand and Nagini
breathed deeply a moment and then slithered away from the warm fire on towards
her Master. �Malfoy here is going to be her second teacher, Snape.� Voldemort
let one long finger stroke the shiny scaled surface of Nagini�s head and then
glanced at Snape for any reaction.

�� You see Severus,
you are a good academic teacher, but she needs to be honed and hardened in soul
and spirit as well. You and I both know she is not the typical death eater, is
she Snape?�

�� No Master, not a
typical one.� Snape said in a slight hesitant voice. He was not liking
Voldemort�s mood today or where this conversation was going.

�� I have already talked to Lucius, he already
knows that once every 7 days Miranda will be going with him alone, for what I
like to call, moral fortitude training.� Voldemort�s high thin laughter pierced
the room a moment as he summoned a glass of wine for himself, offering none to
his two death eaters.

� �And tomorrow is day
7.� The Dark Lord continued. �You have two choices Snape. Either Malfoy can come
pick her up where you are or�� and Voldemort looked again at Snape as though
trying to search for weakness himself in the potions master. �Or, you can drop
Miranda off at Malfoy Manor.�

�� Severus Snape
concentrated every force of will on his occlumency, he slammed down any anger,
hatred or any other emotion until he was as blank and hollow as a tomb. His
first angry thought had been to let Malfoy come get her, let him drag her away
and be the vile one, but then something else stirred deep in Severus Snape, the
same emotions Miranda had so correctly guessed at. Snape as much as he might
regret it, felt a student under his protection was indeed under his unspoken
protection. If Malfoy dragged her out of his home there would be a scene and
Lucius Malfoy would not only revel in her fear and weakness but Snape was
certain that Malfoy would treat her even more harshly. However, if Miranda
could be taught to hide her fear, to comply without being arrogant or showing
weakness, then perhaps Voldemort and Malfoy would grow tired of this game. �Let them be her prosecutors and torturers�
thought Snape angrily, �For I shall NOT.�

�� I will bring her
to Malfoy�s place.� Severus said in a totally controlled way, so controlled
that it made Malfoy glance at him warily. For such a contained man, Snape
seemed very dark to Malfoy at this moment.

�� Excellent.�
Voldemort barely whispered, �Most excellent Snape.�

�� Malfoy just
inclined his head a moment at his friend and fellow death eater. �Have her
around my place at around 7 am.�

�� Still have that
bridle Malfoy?� Voldemort�s eyes flickered to Severus however.

�� But of course, my Master.�
Lucius� grey eyes took on a malevolent look. �But of course.�

�� Inside his gut,
Severus Snape felt such a burning hatred and anger in him that at that moment
he would have loved to Crucio Malfoy
personally and horrifically.

�� Snape stopped
pacing as he shook the days earlier conversations out of his head. Meeting with
Voldemort always left him in a foul mood, and now this� But he knew he had
little choice, there was nothing he could do. To say anything, to act any
differently would be to betray his deepest secret of all against Voldemort. He
caught a faint whiff of the Italian food Miranda had cooked, it did indeed
smell good, and he was ravenously hungry having not eaten for nearly all day
except for breakfast. �Damn it!� he muttered, �Damn it all!� but he would have
no time for dinner tonight. He needed to speak to Albus Dumbledore about this,
about all of this.
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