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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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�� It was late when
Severus Snape returned, nearly 1 am. Thankfully Dumbledore had some snacks on
him when they had spoken and the two had drunk fire whiskey and talked for many
hours. Now it was up to Albus Dumbledore. He had told Snape he would think on
all he had said and see what could be done. Once back home in his laboratory
Snape began to mix up several of the healing potions he was sure would be
needed for what Miranda would encounter tomorrow. Finally by 3:00 am as five
different caldrons sat bubbling and boiling, Snape apparated outside Miranda�s
bedroom door and then carefully opened it.�
Using his wand he stoked up the fire in her room and lit several of the
candles. �Miranda, wake up.� He said as he strode into the room.

�� Miranda had already
snapped awake when the candles had fired into bright brilliance.

�A che ora?�
Miranda moaned in Italian her mind still half asleep.

� Snape glowered at
her a moment as he went to drag a chair over next to the bed.

� �Er, ah, whata time
it is? Early eh?� she stuttered to correct herself into speaking English.

�� What time is it.�
Snape corrected her quietly, �and it is exactly 3:10 am.� There was no jeer on
his face, no dark teasing or even his harsh teaching mode. In fact he seemed
the one thing Miranda had never seen before, blank. Totally blank, but yet she
could feel him concealing something. �We need to talk.� Snape said simply as he
straddled the chair backwards and sat down facing her, his dark eyes boring
into her.

�� Miranda sat up in
bed, it was cold in here now and she was not used to this cold, clammy, British
weather. �Looka, I sorry for cooking, eh?� she tried vainly hoping this might
appease her Professor. �I not do again, ok?�

� One of his eyebrows
quirked slightly and a slow sigh seemed to rattle through the dark potions
master. �It�s not the cooking.� He said blandly, �It�s our Master.� Snape�s
eyes grew a bit dark again, but he continued to throw up his wall of
Occlumency, he would not put it past Voldemort to try and read them through
their dark marks.

�� Miranda had
trembled unconsciously at Snape�s demeanor and the reference to the Dark Lord.

� �The Dark Lord wants
you to receive additional studies with Lucius Malfoy.� Snape felt his muscles
tighten as he saw the way she reacted to Malfoy�s name. Her eyes had grown
large, and she had actually started to tremble.

� Snape stood up from
the chair and leaned over the bed at her, nearly pinning her down again. �And
that is precisely the behavior that will get you in trouble!� he growled in a
low voice. �It is the will of the Dark Lord, not mine!� he hissed pressing her
further into the bed a moment.

�� Oh per favore, Professore!� she pleaded,
�un no!� she begged.

�� IN
ENGLISH!!!� Snape roared and grabbed her shoulders pinning her to the
bed, �I told you, no Italian here!�

�� I sorry
Professor,� she tried to weasel out from under his hard grasp but he leaned his
weight against her, once again their faces mere inches from one another, �I try
harder, I study harder! No go to Malfoy! I not make you mad no more, eh?�

�� For a moment the
mere fact that she even thought HE had something to do with this sickened him
to the core of his being. For Miranda to think that she thought he was planning this with Malfoy made his eyes fill
with such rage that she actually turned deathly pale beneath him. �I already
told you, it is the DARK LORD�S will, not mine!� he suddenly released her and
stood away from her. Snape wished he could murder someone right at this moment,
a part of him wished he could stop this insanity of being a double agent and
leave Voldemort�s service once and for all. This was getting far too hard now,
and he was at his limit.

�� He had told
Dumbledore about what would happen to the girl tomorrow, and Dumbledore had
looked sadly down the end of his half moon spectacles and then just softly and
quietly spoke. �I understand Severus, but Voldemort is wary now, she will have
to go for the first several times. I am sorry.��

�� Snape had felt both
anger and sickness, he expected Voldemort to take such liberties with him, but
now could he not even trust Albus Dumbledore to help out? �Severus was torn between two powerful Masters
and neither told him fully of their plans. Did he have nothing he could do
himself? Why did Severus feel as enslaved and helpless as the cowering woman in
front of him? �Because neither of us is
free� his mind spiraled with an engulfing anger. �We are both the puppets of the Masters, and have no freedoms at all. We
are used by both and trusted by none.�

�� Now�� Snape turned back to Miranda, �Dry
those tears girl and listen to me closely, so very closely�� his voice was as
silky and dangerous again as an icy thread. �No one is sending you to Malfoy�s
because you enjoy it, but because the Dark Lord wants you to be stronger in
your heart and soul.� Severus took a deep breath, �and he obviously feels
Malfoy is a better instructor in these things. My humble suggestion to you is
this��

�� The dark eyes of
Snape bore into her so deeply for a moment Miranda felt her very mind wavering.
She had images of the blonde death eater raping her, then images of Voldemort
and his cruciatus curse and then the horrid ride of Lucius Malfoy on her.
Images of that damn bridle that would not allow her to transform back to her
human self and Malfoy�s cruel spurs raking her flesh. It was a disconcerting
feeling, as though dreaming but not, and the whole time she was aware of
Professor Snape�s dark eyes seeming to see into the deepest parts of her. �It stopped then and he began to pace again a
moment. Outside the wind was picking up and she could hear it feebly howling
through the gap in the window, an icy tendril that seemed to wrap around her
almost as coldly as his voice.

�� Listen to me closely.� He said again as he
crossed his arms across his chest and faced away from her so she could only see
her teachers tall dark silhouette. �Malfoy will expose any weakness in you he
can, and the more he can rattle you, the happier he will be. Give him nothing, harden
your heart. Hide what you must deeply inside.� Now Snape did slowly turn
towards her, his hair hanging limply in his face. �Do you remember in the
kitchen this afternoon, when you actually had the gall to get cheeky with me?�

�� Miranda felt scared
for a moment, but she saw his eyebrow quirked in the way that meant he was
usually complimenting her. She just warily licked her lips and nodded.

� �Good.� Snape said,
�Do not get insolent or show cheek to Lucius Malfoy, but put that strength and
temper in your favor. Build a wall Miranda.� He walked over and leaned again on
the bed. �A mental wall will be your strength. It�s called Occlumency. There is
not much I can teach you tonight, however�� he stood back up drawing his robes
around him looking like a tall, glowering bat. �Starting Monday, school will be
on winter Holiday. We will begin to add Occlumency to your studies. I doubt you
will be able to sleep now, so do your morning chores, shower and I will prepare
breakfast. We must be at Malfoy Manor at 7:00am.�

�� Severus Snape hoped
he had not said too much, hoped that if Voldemort were to look into her mind he
would not become suspicious of what Snape was playing at in giving her
occlumency. He used his wand to reheat the Italian food she cooked last night,
he knew it would give her strength to endure what was to come at Malfoy�s hands
and also it would show her a stronger level of trust between student and
teacher. And if she was to learn occlumency there had to be trust. As he poured
pumpkin juice however, he added a potion to hers. It worked like the �polyglot� spell however only for
comprehension. While she would not be able to speak perfect English, she would
be able to understand everything being spoken in her presence. He hoped he
would be able to find out what Malfoy was saying, doing and any clues that
might help him or the Order out in the future.

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