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Necessary Sacrifices	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 31254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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He woke slowly..
the warm weight next to him lulling him to wish to
sleep longer when his mind was already floating toward the surface.� It was the psychic noise he became aware of
before any true physical particularity.�
The girl was awake and she was trying to remain absolutely still.� Her mind was circling around happiness and
fear.

�I wish I could stay right here..� Please, please,
don�t let him wake and send me away.� If
I don�t wake him up, I can stay here a little longer.� His arms feel strong even in sleep.� He smells nice.. like books..and leaves.� Never, never ask him about
his memories. Never question him.�
He taught me his own spells.�
Maybe I�ll never use them.� I
couldn�t stand the thought of someone else knowing them.� He shared them with me.� ME.��

He sighed deeply, giving up on
sleep.�

�I am aware you are awake, you know� he informed her dryly.� �you think very loudly.��

The girl immediately flinched and
he heard her straining not to think and failing, her thoughts circling
desperation and self recrimination.� The
apology streaming from her mind was overwhelming.�

He brought his hand to his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.� That was not the effect he had intended.�

He was suddenly reminded of a girl
he had dated at Hogwarts in his sixth year.�
She was a pretty blonde thing from Gryffindor.� She worshipped him.� He thought she was quite adequate to fuck and
have on his arm.� She wasn�t particularly
intelligent and she was rather..sweet.. He didn�t really care for �sweet� things.� She fit his image perfectly however.�

When she had tried to get closer to him..to learn more
about his...feelings.. he had grown short with her.�
He had snarled something or other at her.. and tossed a jibe in about her ass.�

It was patently false, her ass was absolutely perfect..
a wonderful little aesthetically formed handful.� Her body really was flawless.� But the insult had struck her so deeply, it
seemed, that she had run off.

She had come crawling back to him
apologising and begging his forgiveness and he had readily bestowed it and
continued to fuck her and court her publically without much deeper
thought.�

Every time she did something he didn�t like or tried to insinuate herself
closer to him � to discover what he really thought..what
his childhood had been like.. what he did with his �friends� when he wasn�t
with her � he would change the subject and make some comment or insinuation
that she was putting on weight or that her skin was getting very spotty.. her hair was a mess or she had bags beneath her eyes.. and in time she began to make those statements true.� She looked less and less attractive and he
redoubled his criticisms of her.�

As it turned out, she had stopped eating.. hardly slept.� She
used spells constantly to improve her appearance and they took their toll,
destroying her natural beauty.� And then she
just faded away.�

It didn�t take very long at all.� Half a
school year.. and then she
was in the infirmary off and on.. and then she was in St Mungos..
and then there was a minute of silence for her in the
great hall one morning over breakfast and all he could really think was how
irritating it was of her to dare to die.�
He would have to simulate mourning now.�
Tedious cow.�

Hermione was far too intelligent to
end up like...

He couldn�t remember her name, he realised.�
Her.� The blond girl with the enormous blue eyes.�

He was surprised to note the
relative quiet from beside him.� He
turned his head, peering down.� She wore
a look of extreme focus.� Was she occluding him?!�

�Hermione..� he said softly. �What are you
doing?��

His voice broke her concentration
and a spiral of desperation and determination washed over him.� She had
been occluding him.� She had apparently,
by sheer dint of will, figured out how it worked right now in order not to
upset him. She apologised softly and resumed focussing hard.

He was impressed and disappointed in equal parts.� Her abilities were considerable..still..her adoration..her insecurity was weakness.�
At best she would become like Bella and at worst..Miranda..

That was her name!� At worst she would
break herself like Miranda in the hopes of pleasing him..
She was so very young and inexperienced.�

�Stop that..�
he reproved gently. �I did not mean to sound critical. I enjoy your mind.� Do not hide from me.��

Her thoughts flickered faintly on
the edge of his awareness.. but
it was muted compared to how open she had felt before.�

He swallowed, feeling unaccountably regretful.�
She would always be able to do this now.. to silence herself to him.�

He hated that.

The thought that she might never again be that bright open book, her thoughts
dancing at easy reach constantly actually saddened him..
He pulled her closer.

�Stop..Hermione.. Come
back.� you are..
�� he petered
out, biting off the insults that had pressed to the front of his mind.� You are being foolish...You are irritating me..You do not understand the simplest things. You are being
weak and insipid.. You are making me rethink my decision
to teach you.�

He frowned, unsure how to fix what was wrong with her..
concerned that his words might compound the
problem.�

�Come.. we will rise.�� He
slipped out of bed and strode to the bathroom without looking back.�

Opting for a shower, he waved on
the water and stepped into the open mosaic tiled area.� The stream was instantly hot. Turning, he tilted
his head back, letting it flow over him.�
Warmth.�

He enjoyed showers immensely.� ��

Running his hands back over the smooth curve of his scalp he wondered where the
girl was.� Surely she had understood that
she was to follow.� He could not hear her
mind anywhere near.� Perhaps she had
remained in bed.��

He opened his eyes mildly irritated and almost startled.�

She was standing uncertainly at the edge of the shower area, biting her
lip.� That was..disconcerting.� He did not like the new silence from her at
all.�

Allowing his eyes to wander down
her delectable little body he murmured ��Do you not want to join me, my
dear?��

Her eyes flickered joy at him but
her mind..nothing.. He felt that uncomfortable pinch
in his chest again that he had lost something he had not realised he had
valued. �

As the slight girl stepped into the shower with him he reflected that it had been...
many..many years since he had last showered with
another person.�� He had had Severus in
the shower.. before that.. not since..Madeline?�
Mary?� Miranda..�

The small warm hands tentatively
reached for him, sliding up his chest.� Hermione�s
hair was covered in tiny shiny beads from the spray.. not yet wet.� It
glittered aesthetically.�

He pulled her to him and turned, allowing the water to fall over her.� She gasped and smiled up at him, the water
flattening her curls down to her head.�

It was ridiculous but he had become quite fond of her in such a short time.� His decision to retrieve her last night had
demonstrated that unmistakeably.�

It was unwise to become attached to
things.�

On the other hand..
he argued internally.. she
was his.. He could do with her as he
liked.�

It bothered him that she was shielding herself from him.

She stood under the water, her eyes
closed now and arms slung around his waist, looking perfectly blissful.� Curious he probed at her mind, testing her occlumentic shield.�
It was..passable.. for
one who had never before showed any sign of skill in the area.. It halted
passive projection of her thoughts but in terms of defences it was quite basic.�
He insinuated himself past it using contact legilimency to strengthen
his access.�

Now .. he sighed inwardly,
relieved.. he could hear her again..

She was thinking about him.. he
had come to get her last night.� As he
listened, it became a litany of accolades to him in her head.� �- He
had held her all night and it felt better than anything..
he gave her two
wands..and he taught her spells only he knew and discussed his own thoughts
with her when he didn�t have to - he could have handed her a tome of curses and
said � learn these � but instead he�d challenged her .. and
he had let her use his wand.. His wand!! That
was pretty much sacred in the wizarding world. �And he had saved her from Dumbledore..� it
was terrible that all those children had been killed because of her but.. unfortunately, by best will she didn�t wish she was back in Dumbledore�s
trap.� It was a terrible thing, but it
was what it was.� And..he�d
risked doing something dangerous to himself personally, just because he thought
she might be in danger.� She didn�t have
words to describe that.. it
was just a fizzing clenching joyful sensation.�

The list went on and on - he�d given her his own books to borrow and when she�d
lost them he hadn�t even gotten upset at her.�
If they had been her books she would have been livid.� She was even more livid because they were his
books.� She wondered if they were at all
replaceable.� Or..
perhaps.. she could get them
back somehow.��

The Dark Lord, hearing this,
reminded himself to put an end to that line of thinking later.� The books had been valuable to him � he had
had them many years.� But they were not
irreplaceable.�

Hermione�s eyes opened, blinking
away droplets and scanned over his body wonderingly.� Her hushed reverent commentary in her mind
expressed the view that he was beautiful.� So pale..perfectly
formed..strange and wonderous.� Smooth.. graceful.. She was astounded once again that she was allowed to be here..
so close.. allowed to touch him..

He tilted his head, watching her fascinated perusal.� She was looking at his chest.� He glanced down surreptitiously to see where here eyes fell.�

�His nipple is white..like a statue..� she whispered
inside her mind. ��I want to lick it..�

He smirked faintly, amused, as her timid eyes flicked up to his face, trying to
gauge his mood.� She swallowed, seeing
his eyes fixed on her.� In her mind she
was waxing lyrical about their colour and extraordinary shape.

She really was quite accepting of his appearance he recognised.�

He had felt her attraction to his previous form when he�d glamoured himself.. but it appeared this body.. this.ruined face.. appealed
to her in a different way.

�Like being with a god� her mind breathed faintly, almost too fragile a thought
to catch.�

He felt a quiet pleasure at it.� Her
adoration was like bathing his mind
in warmth.�

He rewarded her by lifting her chin and capturing her mouth, tasting her.� She tried to pull away and he caught the edge
of anxiety about her breath.. something
about teeth.��

He concentrated on the modified scourgify he�d
developed when he was young and tasted faint mint upon her tongue.�

She breathed in sharply, surprised and then pulled away.� �Teach me that!!� she demanded urgently.� How does it work?!� Are my teeth actually clean?!� That�s amazing!� She ran her pointed pink tongue over her
small white even teeth.�

He ignored her and dragged her back to his mouth..kissing
her more demandingly now.� He was not in
the mood for an apprentice.� He wanted
her adoration.. he wanted her
pleasure and need surrounding him.� She
melted immediately, obedient to his desires as ever.�

Backing her up against the wall he
slid his hands down her slick skin, bending slightly to wrap them behind and
around her thighs.� She squeaked against
his mouth when he lifted her up against the wall and sunk himself deep into her
without warning. She was all scorching heat and slippery arousal.� Already wet for him, he marvelled approvingly.

He pinned her with his pelvis in place as she wrapped her legs about him, and
reached up, drawing her hands from where they were trying to curl themselves
around his neck and pressing them against the tiny blue and green mosaic pieces
of the shower wall.� A moment�s thought
and they were pinned there.�

He broke the kiss and looked into
her bright, eager eyes.� Already
breathing rapidly in lust, she bit her bottom lip and moved her hips against
him, circling.�

Her mind was full of unconnected exhortations.�
�Fuck. So deep this way. Move.� Want you.�
So fucking sexy.. strong.� Please.. move. do it hard.� Want you.��

One hand supporting her under her
ass, he reached for her breast with the other, gripping it roughly and pulling
it up, bending and taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking.�

She mewled and squirmed against him frustratedly.

He had not started moving yet.. merely
pinned her impaled to the wall. When he bit down on the tiny bead of flesh in
his mouth she yelped and bucked and he felt a rush of heat over his cock.�

She liked it..-
the pain.�

The realisation pleased him greatly.� He
doubted she would like the degree of violence he enjoyed inflicting.. but this could be
encouraged.��

She reacted more and more positively the less gently he handled her. Whispering pleas and expletives as he mauled her.� His teeth on her neck drawing blood, his
hands on her breasts and ass bruising. �Beg for it� he demanded her in a low
cold voice.�

She did not hesitate. Pleading with him to fuck her.� Please.. god she wanted him.. wanted
it.� Needed.� �Please.. anything.. need you..�� it was music..�

Admittedly he was more familiar with pleas for him to stop..
but he could perhaps..explore
how much it might take to bring her to that point..another
time.�

He pinned her to the wall and pinched
her nipples in between the thumb and forefingers of each hand, whispering a
rather tame spell.� It had a dramatic
effect however.� She squealed in shock
and struggled against the spell binding her wrists to the wall for a
moment.�

�It..hurts..� she whined with wide eyes..

He smirked.� �Yes..� Doesn�t it just?!.��

Bending low once again he sucked her nipple into his mouth, enjoying her gasp
and whimper, wriggling against him once again.�

The spell was distantly related to stinging hexes.� It had been applied as a punishment
historically - To children of all
things.� If a child sucked its thumb or
swore or � apparently � exposed itself in public, the spell would be
applied.� It stung and burned when left
alone, but if touched it felt like the affected appendage was being stabbed
with needles.� It was entirely harmless
but quite unpleasant.�

He inspected Hermione�s reaction to it.�
She was still whimpering and wore an unsure hurt expression at his
gentle suckling upon the offended part.�

He released it with a soft audible pop and reached for her knees wrapped around
him.� Her expression sharpened and she
became expectant again..wetting her lip with her
tongue.��

Unfolding her, he lifted her legs,
leaning them against his shoulders.�� She
weighed practically nothing.� He folded
her in half against the wall deliberately mashing her breasts with her own legs.. and then he drew back.. almost slipping out of her, and thrust back into her
forcefully.�

She yelped as he slammed against her cervix.�
Pleased, he did it again harder, setting up a hard swift beat as her
eyes glazed.� Her mind was flickering
between arousal and aversion.�

He slowed his rhythm, winding his hips against her and drew her legs as far
apart as they would go, holding her beneath the knees in each hand and leaning
forward, capturing her mouth.�

As she responded eagerly, sucking at his tongue and moaning at his teasing
lingering grinding against her,� he interspersed slow rolling and
grinding with sudden deep painful thrusts.�

After a while she responded even more frenzied to the stabbing pain than she
did to the softer movements.�

Sliding his hands up her calves and
moving back slightly he straightened her legs, forcing them hard back till her
feet touched the wall behind her, thrusting her pelvis out toward him. The
overextension of her body must have been uncomfortable for her.� He had had to press her legs quite hard to
force them where he wanted them in order to bind them there, but now she was so
wonderfully open.� He could drive even
deeper. �

He shifted his hands back down to her waist and began to pound into her
brutally once again.

She was like a scorching velvet vise. He would have
to restrict some of his more favoured activities perhaps unless he was willing
to ruin that.

Her face was tight with pain and her mouth gaped wide as she panted, her body
compressed.� It was exquisite.�

�Do you want me to stop?� he asked
with a smirk, already knowing the answer.�

She bit her lip and shook her head.
�No! Please!..it just.. just..
you�re so big..and my..legs..please don�t stop� �

He snorted and massaged a breast
with his palm, slowing his thrusts. She flinched and whimpered at the pain from
the gentle touch.�

�You will learn to enjoy this.. and
more.. my
dear� he promised in a low dark voice.�
�If you wish to be my..consort..��

He studied the way her eyes widened and felt her clench around his cock.�

He smirked.� �And I see that that is what you truly desire to be.� �Leaning in he kissed her roughly, nipping her
lip as he withdrew.�

�Even with� adaptation.. You will not ..always.. enjoy..being with me � Hermione.�
Nor, will I always desire you to. �I ..derive pleasure..from �your suffering�� He punctuated his remarks with hard slow deep
thrusts that he felt bottoming out in
the small girl�s channel.�

She whimpered but clenched her
muscles around him. �I want you� she whimpered.�
�Anything.. please.. just you..�

He was very pleased.� The girl would take training well, he was
sure..

Rewarding her, he slipped the hand from her breast down between her thighs and
circled her hard clit slowly.� Her
response was galvanic.� She groaned
loudly and strained against her bonds.

�Oh.. Fuck.. so good.� Please.. please my Lord.. �

Her selective choice of the more
respectful name right now deserved reward, he felt and he cancelled the painful
charm on her nipples, substituting it for another; this one situated more
firmly in the area of sex magic � it emulated the feeling of suckling, warm,
pressure, the illusion of wetness.�

She moaned loudly and came within seconds, straining and falling limp,
panting.� Then..
as he had expected, the sensation in her breasts and
upon her clit suddenly shifted from intensely pleasurable to painfully over-sensitively
pleasurable.� She jerked and tried to get
away.�

He increased the pressure on her bright red little clit, mashing it with his
thumb in constant maddening circles.� Her
desperate twitching and begging was pleasant too.�

Holding her thigh with one hand, he
took up his deep hard thrusting once again. �Against her will he forced another quaking
climax out of her with his thumb and cock and the stimulation on her nipples
but this time he removed the charm on her and fucked her slowly, languidly, as
she twitched and gasped in sensitivity.�

When she had calmed sufficiently he
increased his speed and depth once more, seeking his own release and hoping to
bring her with him once more time.�

He was not disappointed.�

When he leaned in and captured her lips she was moaning and dazed.�

Just as he felt her nearing her peak used the faint link he still had with her
mind to force an image into her awareness.�

It was of a much younger Severus, hot and sweaty, on his knees, cursing a young
muggle red headed girl while he himself rode him from behind, urging him
on.�

Severus was panting and bucking back at him. He wore an expression of lust
dulled excited fascination at the screams and writhing of the girl.� He alternated between the cruciatus, slicing
and percussive force spells.� The girl
looked a mess.�

Hermione gasped into his mouth in
shock, stealing his breath through the kiss.�

As he drove Severus to his climax
the young boy screamed out AVADA KEDAVRA..the green
flash incandescent as it emitted from his wand.�
The screaming of the girl was cut off like a switch and the younger
human-looking Dark Lord behind him grabbed him by the hair and wrenched his
head to the side, kissing him hungrily, as the boy still spasmed in his lust
and shot his seed over the bed.�

Moments later he released him and cried out his own pleasure, coming inside the
boy.�

Hermione moaned urgently and tried
to buck against him as he fucked her hard and fast. ��He shifted the scene in her mind and she was
riding him in a backwards cowgirl pose as he sat on his throne, fondling her
breasts and playing with her clit.� Harry
Potter was on the floor at the foot of the dais screaming and begging and she
was holding his wand upon him,
panting and grinding on his cock.�

He felt her confused excited
response to this change of image.� She
was so close to her climax that it only aroused her further.�

In the vision he pulled her hair
back and to the side, tilting her head and feasting upon her throat, as he
bucked up into her.�

�Only one of us may live� he murmured, nipping and sucking on her throat as she
moved her hips in a circle.� He lowered
his hands to her hips, guiding her and thrusting up in counterpoint.�

�Do it� he groaned. �Show me..you..want..to..be..mine��

As she began to fall apart with pleasure she cried out the killing curse,
throwing Harry back a metre or so with the force of it.�

His wide green eyes gazed unseeingly at them both as she screamed out her
pleasure and he came along with her.�

The mutual shattering was reflected
in reality at the same time.� She
screamed, clamping down upon him and forcing him to succumb to his release too..

All of her muscles were taut as her body clenched and wanted to wrap itself
around him.� He found he also wanted that
and released her bindings at once, as the sensations rolled through him in
tight burning waves of ecstasy.� Having
her curled tightly around him was bliss right now.. He
bucked faintly up into her, his arms around her and supporting her back and
ass.�

Her voice was all breathy pants and whimpers by his ear.� �His
own came fast and deep.�

�::Mine::� he hissed in parseltongue against her ear
and felt her entire body shudder in pleasure around him.

Severus glared at the small crowd
of muggles standing in a clump inside what was
apparently to be the new �lab� for the Dark Lord�s cloning project.�

He had found the place almost accidentally � noting a new door next to the
entrance to his own lab and deciding to investigate.� Anything in the vicinity of his potion work
had to be vetted.� Unexpected interruptions
could be deadly.��

He had raised his hand to knock upon the door and it had opened to his
proximity, admitting him.�

The interior was vast.� Easily five times the size of his own laboratory, the ceiling disappearing into darkness
overhead.�

The muggles
were standing conferring among themselves in a number of different languages
and looked up, apparently shocked when he entered and halted, surprised.�

There seemed to be twelve of them.�� They
were visibly divided into two camps, one of which seemed to be considering
rushing him and attempting an escape, if their nervous movements and eyeing one
another was any guide.�

He put that notion to bed by drawing his wand and simply levitating that group
a few inches off the ground.�

Dismayed cries rang out.�� A short Japanese man from the placid group
muttered something smugly which Severus did not understand.��

He realised that the Dark Lord had
obviously chosen to take the best muggles
irrespective of nationality.� Trust the Dark
Lord to make things even more complicated than otherwise by adding linguistic
difficulties into the mix.�

He fixed the entire group with a
cool stare.� �Which of you are capable of
understanding english��

There was a moment of hesitation and
then six hands were raised.� He
sighed.� Half the
group.�

All but one of the rebellious ones spoke english.� Only two of the larger more placid group
spoke it, one of them the short Japanese man who had said something
before.�

He addressed the man hopefully. �Do
you know what languages the others speak?��

The little man nodded and smiled. �Schroffstedt speak German� he pointed at the last member of
the rebellious group.�

�Iritani, Goto, Kobayashi
and I � Kenzai Takiuchi �
speak Japanese.� Tikhonov-Russian...Dayuan- Chinese��

Severus wiped a hand down his face.
�You can translate for your Japanese colleagues, I assume?��

Takiuchi nodded amiably.�

He looked at the Russian and Chinese muggles who
seemed extremely confused and suspicious about what was going on.�

�Does anyone here speak Russian or Chinese?� Severus asked hopefully.� There were some heads shaken.� It was as he had expected.�

Scowling he snapped his fingers for
a house elf.� When the small grey
creature popped into the room there were shouts and gasps from the assembled
men and those who were able to touch the ground took an uneasy step back.

A rabble of angry, shocked conversation blared and he silenced the lot of them
without looking, smirking at the way eyes widened and hands raised to grip at
throats in shock and horror.�

The little house elf was entirely unperturbed.�

�How is Ketta
be helping you�s Master Snape?�

Its ears perked hopefully.�

�Go to my quarters and retrieve
from the third drawer of the filing cabinet a round golden translating charm,
if you please Ketta.��

The house elf dropped a short bow
and popped away again.�

Severus, reluctantly, turned his attention back to the muggle scientists.� Various expressions of horror, wonder and
curiosity were painted on their faces.�

�I�m going to take off the
silencing charm.� DON�T �all talk at once.��

He finited them and more than half quietly cleared
their throats or made some kind of hum, as if testing whether they could speak
again.�

Severus smirked.� These were clearly a
very different kind of muggle from the typical ones that were brought into the
castle.�

�Now.� I do not doubt you have questions.� If you would wait a moment, I will see to our
communication barriers and then I will explain what exactly is going on here
and we will discuss how to proceed.�
Understood?��

The english speaking members
nodded shortly and after a whispered conversation the three Japanese (who
seemed more fascinated than afraid) also nodded once, respectfully.��

Ketta
banged back into the room, making several muggles
jump and was, Severus was relieved to note, holding the correct� (universal) translation charm.�

�Very good Ketta.� He lauded
it.� The small elf beamed.

�I will need six more charms exactly like that one, if you would be so good..��

The elf nodded eagerly and looked
down at the necklace in its hands, concentrating, then
pulling it apart into two identical necklaces.�
It tossed one into the air, levitating it effortlessly and then repeated
the procedure six more times, gathering up the necklaces then and passing them
up to Severus.

�Here you goes Master Snape.� What can Ketta dos
now?��

Severus� hesitated, about to dismiss the
elf.� �If you would like to remain, you
may build some furniture for us shortly, Ketta��

As if Christmas had come early, the
elf grinned wide.

�Oh!� Thanking you Sirs!!!!� Ketta would like to
make furnitures for the Master and muggles.��

Severus nodded and dismissed the
little creature to the side.�

�Here.� One necklace for each non english speaker, Takiuchi.��

He passed the many dangling charms to the man who was slightly more than half
his height, who took them, nodding, without comment and started to pass them
out.�

�Excuse me, whoever you are!� a twangy American accent grated across his nerves. �Could you put us back down?!� Its undignified to float around like
this!��

Severus determined that he was not
going to like this man.� �

And you are?� he enquired coolly, neither acquiescing in lowering the
group, nor introducing himself.�

The man bristled.

�You abduct us and you don�t even know who we are?!��

Severus snorted. �I did not abduct you.� I have not yet been informed who you are or
why you in particular are here as opposed to some other muggle � However I can
only assume it is due to your particular specialisation in some area related to
cloning.� Who you are is not of much
consequence.��

He looked about.� Everyone apart from Tikhonov and Dayuan had put on
the necklaces.�

He ran his thumb over the one in his hand.�
It was a black ribbon with a triangular silver pendant into which was
engraved a complex translation charm in runic circles.� He put it on and addressed the two
recalcitrant scientists who were shaking their heads and looking at the
Japanese man suspiciously.�

~Please put on the necklace~ he
instructed them quietly.� ~It will enable
you to understand everyone else here.� I
swear that it will do you no harm.~�

�What are you talking about?� I understand you perfectly� Tikhonov responded curtly. �i have no need for a silly necklace.�� Dayuan made a
similar comment.�

Both men looked at one another with raised eyebrows.�

�You understand Russian?� Tikhonov asked the Chinese
fellow as he asked the other about speaking Chinese. They were both confused by
the foreign language of the other when each visibly seemed to understand Severus.�

He responded with more patience than he felt.�
~No.� neither
of you speak the language of the other. You both understand me because of this
�silly necklace� I am wearing.� If you
put on the silly necklace that I have
given you, you will understand all languages and we can proceed.�� At the moment you understand me and your
Japanese speaking colleagues because we are wearing translating necklaces, but
as you see � your English speaking colleagues are not wearing them because I myself speak English.� If you do not wear the charm you will not
know what they are saying and will be at a disadvantage.�

That seemed to decide the matter
for the two men.� Clearly they did not
want to be at a disadvantage to American and British scientists.� They slipped the necklaces on quickly and
looked to him in question.�

�Excellent.� Then I will assume we all
understand one another now.� Good
morning.� I don�t imagine you slept well
so we will forego the pleasantries � I am Severus Snape.� I am going to tell you of a number of things
that will likely seem fantastical and improbable to you.� My patience is not endless.� It would be
wise for you, scepticism notwithstanding, to restrain yourself from foolish
comments and try to keep an open mind.��

There were slow nods from several
of the scientists.� Severus considered
that an encouraging enough sign to make himself (and the others necessarily) more
comfortable.�

�Ketta �
If you could transfigure some armchairs and a round table and bring us all tea
and coffee...�� The elf which had been
forgotten for a moment at the side of the room bounced forward happily thanking
Master Snape and conjured thirteen black leather armchairs in a circle around a
black hardwood table.� A moment later it
cracked away.�

The gaping faces of most of the muggles amused Severus
as he made his way over to the table.�

�Uh... Mr Snape..
a little help here?!� the mouthy American scientist
tried again.�

Severus flicked his wand without
looking over and all five muggles dropped to the
floor.�

�Sank you� the German among them
managed and moved to seat himself at the table.�

When Ketta
popped back levitating several trays of tea and coffee, to their credit, most
of the muggles did not jump.�

Takiuchi looked delighted in fact and asked
politely:� �Mr Snape, Sir � what is this
creature and how is it able to appear and disappear and make things from
nothing?��

Severus considered the
question.�� It was reasonable and
respectful.� He chose to answer it while Ketta levitated one cup of tea and one cup of coffee to
each of the scientists placing smaller trays with sugar, honey and milk at
every third man.�

Severus had only been given a tea and reached for the honey, drizzling
it through the hot lemony liquid and stirring it with a spoon.�

�Ketta is
an elf, Takiuchi.�
She is using magic.��

At this, mouths and eyebrows turned
down around the circle in disgruntled annoyance.�

�Pah!� Magic?!� You think we are perhaps children?�� the oldest of the
Japanese scientists scorned.�

A British scientist raised an eyebrow� �Elves you say � do they come in the
night and fix boots too?��

Severus rolled his eyes.� �And after I only just finished instructing
you all to keep an open mind.� Muggles!�� he sighed, sipping his tea and sighing in relief at the
taste.�

�What are �muggles�?�
a British accent enquired politely.�

He turned to the grey haired
gentleman that otherwise looked somewhat like Remus.�

�Listen carefully, all of you.� There
exists a force which you have not perceived because you are genetically
incapable of doing so.� As names are
arbitrary - let us call it magic �
since that is what those of us that use it have been calling it for thousands
of years.� With it, it is possible for
humans who are genetically suited, to
accomplish things which would be impossible according to a mug...mundane human
concept of physics.� Muggle is the term for non magic using humans given to them by the
magical community.�

As difficult as it may be for you to grasp this � there exists a second world
within your world, behind walls you cannot see and have no means of
penetrating.�� In this world � in each of
your countries � there are wizards and witches who utilise magic and engage in
their own researches in that
area.�

For the most part they are not particularly interested in what muggles have discovered or developed.�� However � my Master has recently decided
that he would like to clone a human being � as part of a larger project � and
for this reason you have been gathered here and will assist me to determine
what is needed in order to realise this goal.��

There was a sudden blare as
everyone (except Takiuchi) started to talk and demand
at once.�� Severus dropped his head and pinched
the bridge of his nose.� After a minute
of this continued blare he put his wand to his throat and amplified his voice
�SILENCE!!��

The noise cut off for a moment but then started up again almost
immediately.� He frowned and silencioed the lot of them.��

�Clearly we will have to set down
some ground rules� he informed them.�
�When I am talking � you are not.� If you wish to speak � raise your hand and I
will listen to you one by one.� Otherwise
we shall get nowhere.��

Immediately eleven hands shot up into the air.��

Severus� huffed irritatedly.�� He
wondered suddenly what Hermione was doing and whether he would be allowed to
see her today.� The day was going to be
tedious it seemed, if this beginning was any indicator.� Worse than teaching
potions, really.� At least the
children were frightened enough of him to obey and keep quiet.� At that thought his mind drifted toward Harry
� the one student (with the possible exception of Hermione) in his class who didn�t obey and keep quiet.� He wondered how the boy was.�� What awful lies would Dumbledore have told
him regarding Severus own absence if his lies about Hermione were so
terrible?!�

He gestured reluctantly at the
mouthy American across the other side of the table. �You.� Yes?��
The man was rail thin with short dark brown hair and very pale blue
eyes.� He had an air of entitlement to
him.� Probably the head
of some organisation or the leader of something or other.�

�Just how long do you intend to
keep us here?� he demanded �I was kidnapped from my own institute � I have important projects underway that I need to
see to; government contracts � you�ll never get away with this! They�ll have
the��

Severus cut him off, resilencioing him. �You will have one question each so
think carefully.� I don�t have the time
or inclination to repeat myself and we have more practical issues to deal with
today.�

In answer to your question, whoever you are � You will remain here until our project is complete.� My Master has no interest in muggle
governments or their contracts.� I assure
you � you will not be found here and
muggle law enforcement has no means of subduing wizardkind.�

If you cooperate and manage not to
piss me or any other wizard off too terribly you will be allowed to return home
at the completion of our work.�

Next.� You.��

He gestured to the Chinese man who had dark brown clever glinting eyes and
seemed a lot less arrogant.�

�Could you please explain the scope
of this project?��

Severus nodded approvingly. �Gladly.� We will be ..cloning.. a human being from
either blood or semen, as you choose. The object of this will be to produce a
healthy living child.� That will be the
end of your part of the project.�

In order to achieve this goal � you will be given access to unlimited resources
� whatever piece of equipment or material resources you require will be
provided � you need only assemble a list of your desires and they will be met
unreservedly. �Money is no object.�

You are encouraged to utilise whatever methods you consider appropriate,
unfettered by any system of law or ethics, as no such laws exist here.�

The project will take however long it takes for you to achieve success �
therefore I would encourage you to request whatever
you think might be of assistance.�

You may also ask for other muggle scientists to be brought here if you believe
they might contribute to the project usefully � for example - you may bring
your research teams if you wish.��

�It might be best for you to think
of this as a kind of ..international goodwill
project.� Issues of conflict between
nations will be laid aside here in favour of progress.�

Those who cannot observe this rule and attempt to fight or sabotage one another
will be removed and possibly sent home in very small pieces.�

It is likely that none of you will ever again have so much freedom to work and
experiment in your chosen field, thus it would befit you to appreciate the
opportunity you have been given here.��

�You will also have the chance to
observe and learn about magic � something that you would never otherwise have
access to.� Consider yourselves
fortunate��

Thoughtful expressions settled on a
few faces around the table.� Severus
could see the little wheels turning in some of their heads.� To be given freedom and unlimited resources
was the point that seemed most often repeated in the
minds around the table.��

Several hands went into the air.� He
selected the Russian.

�Will we be able to keep the
technological advancement we develop together here?��

Severus pondered this.�

�I do not know.� Personally.. I do not see why not.�
The muggle and wizarding worlds have little to do with one another. Your
work in this area is unlikely to have any impact upon us.�

I will have to speak with my Master.��

The Russian brightened
considerably.� It seemed that he was
quite accepting of participating in the project provided that the combined
achievement of the greatest minds in cloning would be taken back to Russia
afterward.�

Severus gestured at the next fellow
� a middle aged, balding, bearded man with large glasses.� When he spoke he had a
east english accent.�

�Thank you.� I am Sir Ian Wilmut of the Roslin
Institute.� I was just wondering � as you
said that ..muggle...
technologies are of little interest to your kind � what exactly do you need a cloned baby for?�

Many faces sharpened at that and Severus
realised that most of them had not considered that far.� They were too caught up in the how and when
and what of the issue.�

He was not sure whether or not the truth would be a good idea.�

After a minute�s deliberation he decided that an edited version of the truth
might be best at this juncture.

�My Master wishes to continue his
legacy with...himself..as heir.��

This answer seemed to content half
the group and perturb the other half.� He
had hesitated too long, he realised.�
They thought he was lying.� He
decided to come out with the entire truth.�

�The child will serve as a vessel.�� It
will be aged using magic and my Masters soul will blend with it.��

A hand rose, belonging to a white
bearded bald man with patrician features and weary eyes, sitting next to Sir
Ian Wilmut.� Severus
nodded to him.

He wet his lips nervously and spoke in a soft American accent:�

�Assuming.. such a thing as a
soul exists.. what
exactly is to happen to the child�s soul
if this procedure is carried out, however you intend to carry it out?��

Severus blinked.�

�I have no idea.� I do not know whether
the child will even have a soul.�

I would point out - we are speaking here of a man who is powerful enough to
kill each and every one of you in seconds on a whim.� I rather think that the hypothetical soul of
one as yet uncreated child is of little bearing in comparison with pursuing
great scientific discovery and returning home safely to your families, don�t
you agree?��

A rather darker mood settled on the
group and several of the men reached for their tea or coffee, hiding their
faces behind it as they sipped pensively.�

Severus indicated to Takiuchi, whose hand was now the only one in the air, that he could speak.�

�Perhaps we might begin by each
compiling lists.� First
list � other scientists or research fellows who could help with this work.� Second list � technical equipment we have
been using or might like to have.� Third
list � materials we need to work with.��

Are we to work in this space?� How will
it be outfitted?��

Severus smirked at the man
wryly.� Takiuchi
was clearly going to be a useful little fellow.�

�I agree wholeheartedly.��

He raised his wand and transfigured each mans unused teacups and saucers into
sheets of parchment and quills and ink.�
Most of the men looked at the quills as if they were spiders about to
leap at their faces.

�What in the world..� an Israeli man expressed.� �do you not have
pens or pencils?��

Severus smirked at him.� Of course he could have transfigured muggle writing
implements, he supposed.� But really �
they were being overly fussy.�

�In answer to your second question Takiuchi � this room will be outfitted however you
please.� Ketta
will assist me to transfigure furniture for you before the muggle technical
equipment you require is procured.� It is
variable in size � in other words � this space can be as large as you require
it to be.�

You may each have a private office however I would prefer you to work on most
things in a general area if possible � in the interests of fostering cross-pollenation of ideas.�

You need have no fear that any other here will steal your work � none of you
can leave this place.� Therefore it is in
your interests to share and work together as much as possible.�� It will only bring you faster to the goal.��

Several heads nodded.� Others were already focused on their
parchment, quills held in unfamiliar hands, thinking hard.��

Severus replenished his tea and leaned back in his chair to drink it.� There was no
way he was going to have this discussion with every new scientist or research
assistant these men requisitioned to come here.�

Tedious muggles.��

His mind drifted to Hermione once
again, as it tended to when idle lately.�
Hermione and Potter.. back
and forth.. one then the other and then inevitably to
his Master.�

But Hermione was the easiest of the three to think about,
and thus his mind always wandered there first.��

He recalled how she had clung to him last night, her small arms wrapped around
his much larger body.�

She had been afraid - he could feel it.�
Even with him present and near.. in the dark she had been afraid.� He wished there had been another way to free
her from Albus� clutches.�

But as she had related, the threat had been dire.� She might not have lived another few hours
without intervention and had she lived, she would have forgotten...everything.. She would not want anything to do with Severus or, Merlin
forbid, the Dark Lord, unless it was to bring about
his demise.� She would have been mindless
� a puppet of a girl in a golden cage.��

What had happened to her was the lesser of the two evils.�� She would get over her fear in time.��

Last night he had enfolded her in
his arms and stroked her hair slowly and she had gradually calmed and
eventually fallen asleep.� She had woken
distressed and disorientated when his burning mark jolted him awake.�

He hoped that the Dark Lord had been ..� it seemed so
peculiar to think the words in relation to that man... he hoped he had
been...kind...to her.� Or at least that
he had not punished her or frightened her further.��

For some reason he did not think that the Dark Lord wanted to hurt her, as he
apparently wanted to hurt most others.��
It was something in the way he looked at her.. and..and of course they were quite
apparently magically compatible.. he had allowed her
to use his wand..� If he had not seen it himself � he would not
have believed it.�

And the wand had responded to her far better than he remembered seeing her own
respond to her over the years.�

What did that mean?!�

In essence it meant that he had lost her.�
He had lost the girl he desired again � and there was nothing he could
do about it.�

But..the Dark
Lord had seemed willing.. at least initially.. to share her to some degree.�
He...he had seemed willing in fact to create some kind of triad ...the way he had touched Severus,
himself..�

He hadn�t known how to react to it.. those cold hands on him..�

So many years he had spent trying
to repress the memories of the Dark Lord as a lover and now he was so inhuman.��

Perhaps if he had responded more
favourably, he would be wherever Hermione was now.� Or she would be here.� or they would both be here with him.�

Instead he had reacted unthinkingly and made the Dark Lord angry and then
jealous.� And look what it had earned
him.� No more hot wet Hermione wrapped
around him, whimpering and mewling and begging him to fuck her harder.��

A very soft crack behind him
startled him, although he did not flinch visibly.� From the look of horror on the faces of most
of the table, the Dark Lord had apparated in.�

�Good Morning, My Lord� he said
quietly.�

A hand placed itself upon his shoulder, gripping lightly.� �How are you progressing, Severus?��

He shrugged.� �As well as is to be
expected.� They are making lists
of their needs.� Ketta
will transfigure the room when we have decided what is needed.��

The hand slid from his
shoulder.� He was not sure whether he was
relieved or disappointed.

�Good, good..� the Dark Lord said, distractedly.� �You should have five more muggles coming in later today.�� Assemble the lists of technological
apparatus needed as soon as you can.� You
will need...pensieve memories of the items. ��Size will be a factor in how I determine to
acquire them... This room will also need...electricity, I suppose.��

The little Japanese man piped up.
�Electricity, water, natural gas and a vacuum chute to begin with..�

Severus gave him a dirty look.� �Thank
you Takiuchi.�
Anything else?��

The little man smiled� �television.� Internet.��

Severus heard a snort from the Dark
Lord. �Television you may have but the internet is too dangerous.� You will make a list of the resources you
wish to have searched and one of us will use the computer�

Takiuchi�s face fell slightly.

�Could you send an email to my wife for me saying not to worry - �and I am ok - and
will be home soon?��

Several other scientists in the room looked up and made mumbles of agreement at
the thought.��

Severus looked up at the Dark Lord
who actually seemed to be considering
it.�

After a minute he said finally - �Write your intended emails and give me the email address and I will decide whether they
will be sent.� Do not try to construct some silly code to call for help.� You are in a location that is quite literally
unreachable to muggle law enforcement
and you do not even know what country you are currently in.�

Moreover, I could take you to the other side of the world in less than a minute
if the need arose.� Therefore � if you
would inform your...loved ones ...of
your situation.. do so with
discretion and intelligence or your message will not be sent.��

Several of the men nodded emphatically.�

�And finish your lists first.� Acquiring the technology and materials you
require will have a latency period � during which time you can work on emails
to your families...��

He half turned, his posture advertising his imminent departure.�

�Severus.� When you have ordered the
room, you will come and speak with me. ��

Severus.. against his own better judgement couldn�t prevent himself
from asking the question at the forefront of his mind right now.

�Will she be there, my Lord?��

Voldemort scowled and cast a muffliato quickly.

�She is mine, Severus.� By her own will.� You
have displayed your reluctance to join us when I offered you the
opportunity.� You cannot have her
alone.��

He paused and a conflicted
expression passed over his serpentine face.�
He reached out slowly and laid a cool smooth hand against the potion Master�s
cheek.�

�I ...regret... standing between you and another
witch you desire, Severus � but the girl chose to come to me before I knew of
your feelings for her and knowing does not alter the fact that her magic and my
own are attuned.� ...I will not
relinquish her to please you, my servant.��
I am...possessive...of the
witch..as foolish as that may be.�

Severus felt a twinge of pain in
his chest.� He was possessive of Hermione too.�
He could not lose her completely when he had gambled everything he had
upon her..�

�Please, My Lord.. please
give me another chance.�� He turned his
face in toward the hand at his cheek and kissed it.�

�I will be...whatever you want me to be.. please do not send me forth from you both.��

The Dark Lord swallowed.� Severus could see the man�s marble adam�s apple bob slightly.� He tried again.�

�Please..my Lord... I was merely surprised by your advance..I did not think
you would want me.�� I did not think you truly
wanted me the last time and..well..the
years have not been kind � it was a shock that you would wish me to serve you
in..in that way.. Master.��

He turned his face in further and darted his tongue out, flickering it quickly
over the centre of the cool white palm before withdrawing.�

The Dark Lord�s breath caught.� Red eyes
glinted as he appraised him.�

After long seconds he responded neutrally� �Is that so?...� We will talk when you come to me later, my
servant.��

He removed his hand from Severus
cheek and stepped back, turning and disapparating on
the spot.�

Severus drew a deep calming breath,
knowing the ramifications of what he had just done.�

He turned back to the table.� Every single muggle face was staring at him
with an expression ranging from blank horror to scientific fascination.�

�Get back to work� he barked irritatedly, folding his
arms.

Nobody moved.��

The mouthy American raised his hand urgently.�
Severus gestured at him with impatience.

The result was as pointless as he had expected.

�What the fuck was that creature?!� Some kind of genetic aberration?� An alien?� What the hell are we dealing with
here?!��

The concern was reflected on every face.�

Severus groaned.�

�That was the Dark Lord Voldemort.� He is my Master � and thus transitively your Master.� He is not an alien � He may technically be
currently another species at present if you want to put a fine point on it. �He is
a man � or he was originally a man. �His
current appearance is the result of a particular resurrection ritual.� It is that
which our work here seeks to correct.� I
would strongly advise you to moderate both your words and your thoughts around
him as he will take offense at either and he is not typically known for his mercy toward muggles.��

Various calculating expressions� settled
on the faces of the mainly middle aged men.�

The little Japanese man, Takiwhatsit spoke up in a
carefully controlled tone.� �You kissed
his palm.��

Severus growled in annoyance.� �Just get on with your bloody lists, or
you�ll see how little mercy I have
for muggles.�

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