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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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�� Snape and Miranda
apparated back within Spinners End, and while she was now becoming used to the
sensation of apparation, it was her back and mouth that burned with soreness,
her body cold and fatigued from the earlier hunt at the hands of Lucius Malfoy.

� �Go upstairs; I have
healing potions I shall bring.� Snape said blandly as he briefly watched
Miranda ascend the stairs behind the panel to the sleeping areas.

� He strode down to
his laboratory, his mind now swirling with the information he had gotten from
his legilimency from Malfoy�s thoughts. �So
now the Dark Master has some plan involving Potter and some prophecy?� he
thought glumly as he began to gather some of the potions he had been brewing.
Snape remembered telling Voldemort nearly 16 years ago of the Prophecy he had
overheard Sybil Trelawney telling Dumbledore. But now was the Dark Lord not
satisfied with what Snape had told him? Was there something more to it? Snape
knew he had only told part of the prophecy to Voldemort and he hoped deeply
that Voldemort was not beginning to suspect Snape of treachery. He would have
to speak to Dumbledore again tonight, he was certain that Dumbledore would be
starting to have Snape teach Occulmency to Potter. With a deep growl he thrust
the potions in his pocket and strode back upstairs, a dark fire in his eyes.

� Miranda had stood in
her room and tried to watch the falling snow covering the decrepit buildings
outside. Snape seemed to live at the worst section of the city, but yet the
snow seemed to try and hide the darkness and emptiness beneath it.

�� I would think you
would have already have been prepared for me.� Snape said almost condescendingly
as he swept into the room.

�� I, I�� she just
stuttered briefly.

�� Oh that is
intelligent quip, isn�t it?� Snape turned from her and began setting up the
potions on the dresser top.

�� Slowly Miranda
began to shrug out of the warm sweater, feeling the cool air hit her bruised
and raw back.� Snape turned back to her
and handed her 3 vials of potions. �You know the routine.� He flatly said, his
eyes not even glancing at her topless form. He was back to being the totally
cold and detached teacher.

� Miranda swiftly
tipped back all 3 of the potions and then lay on her stomach on the bed,
knowing Snape would be using that purple healing goop on her again. After a few
moments she sensed Snape next to the bed hovering over her as he began to
clinically daub the healing ointment on her raw flesh. He seemed rather harsh
in his touch today. A few times she hissed her breath in sharply as his fingers
probed the ointment in rougher than normal.

�� What I do now?� she
glared at him half in disbelief and half in temper. �I thought we had
understanding, yes? No? Thought we were maybe friends, eh?� her accented voice
demanded.

�� His reaction next
stunned even her, �Sir!� he growled in almost that same icy and enraged voice
as he had used at Lucius Malfoy, �You will address me as Sir, do you forget
your very first lessons girl?�

�� She turned to spin
off the bed but he was far faster, his hands grabbed her shoulders flipped her
nimbly onto her sore back and then he wrestled her down and sat astride her
stomach pinning her down.

�� Get off!� she
screamed in anger herself. �Leave me be!�

�� You have not the
strength or talent to fight me!� he hissed angrily his eyes piercing her soul
with such anger that it froze her blood. �I am NOT YOUR FRIEND!� He tightened
up on her, �I am your teacher!�

�� She could only lie
there beneath him, her soul feeling as broken as her heart. �I am not here to
BE your friend.� Snape continued again, his voice just as cold and icy. �You
and I are stuck with one another because the Master has ordered it. Do not take
liberties with me girl!�

�� Miranda could not
help it this time, as the tears stung her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Had
she now pissed off the one person she thought she could have trusted. A
strangled moan of anguish barely escaped her lips but she tried to clamp it
down. She could feel the angry heat of him atop her as he continued to hold her
down.

�� Snape�s murderous
rage seemed only to intensify at her show of weakness and sorrow. �Have you no idea what this does to me?�
Snape�s mind screamed within his skull, within his soul. Words he could not say
aloud, �Do you even KNOW how much I
despise being thrust into the middle of all this, used by Dumbledore, Voldemort
and everyone else?� he breathed deeply himself a moment fighting to regain
his composure. �Hate me Miranda, because
to even know you trust me when I must do the Master�s bidding breaks me further
in two. Hide that weakness! Did you not know what you were in for when you
accepted that bloody Dark Mark? Of course not, how could you? But now you feel
the burden don�t you?� Snape glared at her a moment longer and felt her
breathing heavily and in terrified fear beneath him.

�� Get dressed!� he
ordered in a tone that almost rang with disgust, �Your Occlumency lessons will
begin tonight, and I am NOT your
friend. I am your teacher and you will respect me as such.� He got off her then
and angrily grabbed the empty vials and his potions and then with a hiss of fury
he apparated down to his lab. In anger he threw the empty potion vial at the
wall where it smashed into a hundred glittery fragments at his rage. Snape�s
own mind swam down its twisted corridors of anger and regret at all in his life
he had ever had to do, the mask he was forced to wear. He had not wanted to be
as rough with Miranda as he was, but she could not be lulled into befriending
him. It would only give Voldemort power over both of them and endanger her,
Snape and everything that was being worked out by the Order, by the Death
eaters and whatever dark paths that Snape was forced to trod by his Dark Master
and Albus Dumbledore.

�� Miranda could only
lie there stunned on the bed. Her body still burned with the heat and anger
from her teacher. The tears spilled unbridled from her eyes as she gingerly
began to sit up, to glance around at the crackling fire and the icy window. The
sputtering candles felt as jagged and strangled as her soul. For some reason
the dark mark behind her ear seemed to almost tingle with warmth as though
someone or something was almost amused at the depths of despair her soul was
now feeling. She had a feeling she knew exactly who, that damnable Master of
hers.

�� She got up and slowly began getting dressed,
gingerly slipping on the sweater and then taking some of the purple ointment
her teacher had left on the dresser and rubbing it gentle on the corners of her
mouth where the bit had cut into her. �Vaffanculo
stronzo bastardo!� her mind raged angrily in Italian as she threw every
Sicilian curse she could think of at Voldemort, Snape and Lucius Malfoy. As she
went to the lavatory to clean up her mind then began to wander down other
thoughts�

�� As pissed off as
her teacher had been with her, he had done nothing more than yell at her and
wrestle her down and pin her beneath him. He could have used magic, could have
used that damn crucio curse or worse, but yet all he did was pin her down and
insult her verbally. She knew what Voldemort was capable of, she knew the
sadistic games and cruelty Lucius Malfoy used on her, she even knew in her
heart that Severus Snape was probably quite capable of exquisite magical or
physical torture if need be, but yet still Snape had never truly harmed her. Her own mind began to think
with the most confusing thoughts that perhaps it was not truly HER he was pissed at, but that she was
just at the receiving end of his anger and contemptuous nature. If it wasn�t
her he was directly angered at, then who? She still remembered that murderous
rage she had seen in his eyes directed at Lucius Malfoy earlier. She vowed the
best defense then was just to do exactly as her teacher instructed her and to
pull back her own emotions and soul. She would plot, plan and find a way to get
out from under Voldemort�s thumb, and her mind remembered Draco Malfoy who
seemed to have everything a person could want, but yet he seemed almost as
unhappy as her.

�� That night they had
started the Occlumency lessons, although it wasn�t much of lessons so much as
Snape giving her a brief warning and then tearing into her mind. He had
explained that she was to try and block him, to shut out her mind to his
probings, but yet she felt totally helpless and utterly exposed as he leveled
his gaze and wand at her and said �One�two�Legilimens!�

CRACK! Her and Furio laughing and joking on Mt. Etna.

CRACK! Being grabbed in the alley by unknown assailants.

CRACK! Voldemort�s terrifying face swimming through her
memory and the almost enjoyable and lazy way he uttered that word �Crucio,� at her and the pain it caused.

CRACK! The enormous blonde death eater raping her.

CRACK! The first time Lucius Malfoy had used that bridle on
her at Voldemort�s and �

�� Oh, Merlin�s
beard can you not even at least try?!?�
Snape hissed at her almost malevolently.

�� Miranda was
surprised to see herself on her hands and knees near Snape�s feet, her stomach
lurching with a dangerous nausea, her face wet with tears.

�� Get up!� Severus
ordered her darkly. �And actually make an effort!� his tone was almost
insulting. �You are a bloody witch are you not?� he steadied his wand as she
stood warily back up his wand pointed right between her eyes. �One�two�legilimens!� he hissed again.

CRACK! Her receiving the news Furio had been blown up by a
car bomb

CRACK! Her killing the innocent farmer and the receiving the
dark mark from Voldemort.

CRACK! The day she and Snape had fought in the kitchen over
her cooking.

CRACK! Draco Malfoy�s kindness to her today�

�NO!� her mind
screamed, �Do not view the only kindness
I have had! You are not privy to that
Snape!� she heard his words in her mind then from the other day; �Throw
that Italian temper up if you must, but build a wall Miranda�A mental wall will
be your strength.� She concentrated then on bricks neatly lined up and began to
dump any emotions and thoughts she had.

�� The room spun and
she found herself once again on her hands and knees looking at Snape�s black
polished shoes again.

�� Much better.� He
said almost in a bored tone, �You see, you are capable of something.� He
stepped back from her and replaced his wand. �Get up, Occlumency is over for
today. Now you have still 3 hours of practical magic, go get your wand and your
books.� He turned and left her to clamber weakly to her feet.

�� She was so
exhausted after that night she barely remembered going to bed, she awoke late
in the morning almost at noontime and for a moment she could have sworn she was
back at home and her mother and father would be calling her to dinner. She
could smell the tantalizing aroma of pasta and sauce, the tang of eggplant
caponata and even espresso.

She blinked once warily sure that it was some cruel remnant
of a dream, but no, the scent still hung tantalizingly in the air. She saw the
three potions on her nightstand and quaffed them down with nary a second thought
then springing out of bed raced through her morning chores and practically
galloped down the stairs into the small living room/dining room.

� She blinked again at
the sight, the table was spread out with some of her most favorite dishes and
even more was two wrapped packages near her plate.� Professor Snape was coming out of the kitchen
with two cups of espresso and he raised one eyebrow at her. �You did well in
your lessons last night.� He spoke evenly, �You complained about the cooking so
I got some of your regional dishes to enjoy. Merry Holidays.� He gruffed as he
placed down the cups as motioned her to her seat.

�� How could she have
forgotten? He had said the school would be on Holiday for the next two weeks,
but she did not expect this from him. At least he was back to being the
detached, clinical and subtle Professor and not the murderous Snape she had
glimpsed the other night. She definitely preferred the cold, slightly arrogant
teacher over his cruel temper, and so as to not ruin his mood she simply and
politely nodded and said �Thank you Professor Snape.� And made sure there was
no smile on her face. She figured the best defense was to simply treat him as
some respected Don or Padrone. Polite, respectful and totally business like.

�� He nodded once and
she was sure he had approved of her tone and demeanor.� She gingerly opened the two packages. The
first was a book on Magical Mental Arts, Occlumency and Legilimency. It was a
basic book that explained the principles of what Occlumency and Legilimency
was, but most importantly it was written in Italian and looked as though it had
been painstakingly magically copied. She recognized her teachers cramped and
slanted writing instantly.

� �I expect you to
have that totally read within the next 2 days.� he said casually as he slid
into his own seat and gingerly sipped his espresso. His face made a rather
distasteful expression as he muttered, �And you like this crap?� and then
promptly conjured up a glass of mead for himself.

�� Ignoring his barb
she opened the next small package, and saw it contained nearly 15 potions
inside of it. None of them labeled, nor did she have any idea what they were.

Now it was her turn to quirk one eyebrow at him.

�� It is a potion of
my own devising.� He said as he reluctantly scooped some caponata on his plate,
and some pasta. �They are potions that will temporarily numb and strengthen
your mouth while in your animagus form. It will keep that bit from tearing up
your mouth, but hear me well. You had best not even think about what the potions are doing while you are with Malfoy,
you will have to act like the bit is still causing discomfort or he will be
suspicious.� He glared suspiciously at the caponata a moment and then gingerly
scooped up a forkful into his mouth.

�� She nodded once and
while her heart was truly touched she merely nodded respectfully and spoke
again. �I understand eh? Thank you for da gifts Sir.�

� He merely grunted
and nothing else was spoken during the meal.
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