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I decided to give you a little from Snape's point of view, although it was hard not to give the game away. Please let me know how you liked it.

Snape stood tensely in the middle of the room that he had been called into after Lucius had left. Carefully he answered the Dark Lord's inquires about the affairs at Hogwarts, and gave no sign of what he thought about the plans his master was outlining for the students.

He was having difficulty in giving his full attention to the instructions he was receiving from the creature pacing slowly in circles around him. Idiot, he thought to himself. You can't afford to make any mistakes. Stay focused. But he still found it hard to keep his thoughts from the girl lying in the other room. He was concerned about leaving her alone for such a length of time, here where there were so many who would be more than happy to get their hands on her.

Where did Lucius go…? Was he told to keep his hands off? I wouldn't trust him not to go looking for her after in revenge for earlier. Snape had also been surprise at the strength of the curse she'd cast at Malfoy. He'd had to step back quickly to avoid getting tangled up in her spell as it surged the moment before she released it. The crackle of magic across her skin had been too strong for him to continue touching her, and it had given him just enough warning to let go in time.

The taste of her power had been quite intoxicating. He had already become slightly aroused by the way she had unconsciously pressed herself against him as he ran his hands over her soft skin. And as much as he hated to admit it, her powerful display had only heightened his lust, his cock quite hard within his robes as he watched the magic pour from her. He had noticed the sly smirk of Bellatrix, knelt to the right of where Lucius had been, as she pointedly run her eyes down his body before looking him knowingly in the eyes.

Snape realised again that his mind had wandered, and Voldemort was waiting impatiently for an answer to his question. Snape cast his mind back over the last few moments to recall what had been asked.

"My Lord, the Carrows have the tendency to be a little too… enthusiastic in their punishments. I am concerned that some of the pure-blood families in particular are not happy with the way their children have been treated. Many of them are still undecided about our cause, and this may be enough to turn them against us, and they may remove their children from school. We will lose a valuable source of new recruits."

Voldemort was silent, and even though he knew he was pushing it, he continued. "My Lord, I believe a more subtle approach would be beneficial. Many who have been subjected to the Carrows… attentions are the source of pity to the others. This will not help to convert any to our cause. I would suggest that…"

"You wish to suggest that we let muggle-lovers and students who disrespect you and others who follow me go unpunished?" Voldemort's voice was low and dangerous.

"No, my Lord." Snape replied with a small wince, remembering the last time he had ventured out into the halls between lessons, and had been tripped with a sneakily fired spell from one of the students. Amycus Carrow had unfortunately been in the corridor at the same time, and because she had not seen exactly who had done it, she had pulled a first-year out of the gathered students and hexed her until the real perpetrator had confessed. Snape had been unable to do more than remind her to leave the boy in a fit state to resume classes the next day, and then he had left him to his fate, sneering at the hate-filled faces glaring in his direction.

"I do not, however, believe that the Cruciatus curse to be appropriate punishment for anything less than such infractions of behaviour than you have just mentioned. Losing homework and oversleeping are just normal symptoms of teenage behaviour, and while they of course need punishing, I believe other methods would be more fitting for such minor infractions. The Cruciatus will lose its effectiveness as a deterrent if used too often, and the Carrow's lack of subtlety in their discipline is achieving nothing except driving more students to support our opponents. The Gryffindors, for example are…"

"Ah yes, I understand you are still having difficulties in keeping them in line." Voldemort hissed. "I am most disappointed, Severus. You will double your efforts to deal with them, and they will receive full punishments, from yourself, when caught. I will take into consideration you other comments when next I speak to Alecto and Amycus."

"Thank you, my Lord." Snape knew better than to push any further, he was already on very shaky ground bringing up the subject."

"And now Severus, I believe it is time for you to return to your little pet and take her home. She will probably be in need of rescuing right about now." He grinned unpleasantly.

Realising after a moment what Voldemort was alluding to, Snape struggled to keep all emotion from his face and bowed slightly, trying not to look as if he was hurrying. He swept out of the room with a swish of his dark robes, thinking furiously. Lucius, he thought. What was he sent to do?

Slamming open the double doors to the dining room, he entered in a furious sweep of long, voluminous robes. It was as he had feared. The girl was laid out on the floor, head turned to the side, looking away from him. Her clothes were ripped and shredded, the remnants lying in tatters underneath her. Her naked skin was covered in bites, bruises and several deep scratches.

All fight seemed to have left her as she lay motionless while a long white-haired figure was slowly lowering himself between her legs, one hand cruelly dug into the soft flesh of her breast. Bellatrix was dancing around them, cackling madly and egging Lucius on and taunting Granger viciously. In one hand she held a jewelled dagger that dripped with blood. Barely forcing himself to refrain from blasting the crazy bitch into oblivion he stalked across the room and dragged Lucius off the girl. "What in Merlin's name do you think you are playing at Malfoy? he hissed. Our master said he informed you she is not to be touched by anyone besides myself."

"Is that what he told you?" Lucius laughed. "It's not exactly what he asked of me a short while ago." He looked down to the girl sprawled on the floor. "Your precious little mudblood tastes rather sweet, doesn't she? You do seem to have a thing for them, maybe now I can understand why. Was she a virgin when you took her?" He laughed again at the confirmation on Snape's face. "I can see why you're so unwilling to share her. There's few things as alluring as virgin blood."

Snape schooled himself to ignore the taunts. "She is useful to our master, nothing more."

"Well when she is no longer useful, I will look forward to you sharing such a juicy little thing with the rest of us," Malfoy mocked.

"Oh, yes, Severus, you know it's rude not to share. You boys must make sure there is some left for me to play with," Bellatrix purred in his ear.

Snape shrugged her off, trying his best to damp down the rising fury he felt at their words. He knew exactly why the Dark Lord had given Malfoy orders to do this… a first step towards gaining the girl's trust when he rescued her, but it was a crude method. Idiots! The lot of them… The Dark Lord understood power, and the hunger for it very well, and he knew all too well how to use it to his advantage, but he had never been one for subtlety. It wasn't going to speed up the Dark Lord's plans for the girl, in fact, it was more likely to hinder them. You would think that I wouldn't have to put up with being surrounded with blithering idiots anymore now I'm no longer teaching.

Swooping down, he lifted the girl's exposed body into his arms, wrapping her cold limbs in his robes. She didn't protest at his handling of her. Although her eyes were open she was looking beyond him. With a final snarl at the two death-eaters he turned and swept out of the room, ignoring the quiet snickers behind him.

They left the manor house, the front door winding open by itself again, and he strode quickly down the path to where he could apparate from outside the gate. Wandlessly he lowered the wards to allow them to leave. Granger shifted slightly in his arms and he looked down at her, concerned. Her eyes were now focused on his, and she was gazing up at him with a small frown on her face.

Snape stared back at her wordlessly, his gaze roaming over the smooth pale skin that was on show to him. He remembered the soft silky feeling under his fingers as he had stroked her, crooning gentle words into her ear like lover. Snape felt himself hardening again at the thought. Mine, a possessive voice growled from somewhere inside him.

He blinked, surprised at his own sentiment, his eyes slipping back up to hers. She was clearly uncomfortable with his casual perusal of her body, her cheeks stained an angry red. As she moved to cover herself with her arms he spotted the blood. His fury rising again, he remembered the bloody blade that Bellatrix had been holding.

"Show me your am," he commanded.

She held it tight to her chest, her eyes full of pain. Dropping her suddenly to her feet he grabbed her wrist and snarled. "I said, show me your arm, girl."

He wrenched her wrist over and carefully wiped away the smear of blood that covered her inner forearm. Before the blood began to seep out f the wounds again he saw the word carved into her arm. Mudblood.

Damn that crazy bitch, he thought. The girl flinched as Snape pulled out his wand, but he only ran it over her arm, muttering a healing spell. "I do not wish to have my rooms covered with your blood, he said harshly. "If it bleeds again you will inform me." He looked up to catch her silent nod and the grateful gleam in her eyes as the pain lifted.

Snape looked back down at her arm, frowning, as he realised that while the wounds had stopped bleeding, they were still red and angry, when they should have been much better healed. He ran his wand over her again. "The cuts are full of dark magic, probably from the knife. There is little more I can do for them. They will never fully heal," he said bluntly.

The girl's eyes filled with tears, but to her credit she brushed them away before they could fall and nodded again. "Thank you." Her voice was quiet. He ignored her.

She cradled her arm carefully across her breast and shivered. He realised again that she was standing her pressed up against him still naked, not even his teaching gown around her to protect her from the cold. Snape wrapped the fabric around her once more, and looked down at her, hoping she could not see the lust in his eyes as he imagined laying her on his bed, clad only in his robes.

She only stared up at him calmly as he wrapped his arms around her, and with a sharp crack they were gone.
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