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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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�� Days and weeks began
to fall into a routine with Miranda and her dour teacher. Studying during the
day, Occlumency at night and on the weekends her dark visits with Lucius
Malfoy. Indeed Snape�s potion saved her mouth from the cruelty of that bit, and
Lucius had even eased up on her some, his mind often seemed elsewhere as he and
often Draco would ride out together across the moors, Draco on his
hunter-thoroughbred Caesar and Lucius astride her. Lucius had even started
putting a pad under that saddle; it seemed the rides across the moors were
beginning to be more of humiliation and exercise than anything else. But
Miranda noticed Lucius� attitude changing. Where as before he often seemed
arrogant while extolling the virtues of pureblood wizards and being cruel and
pompous about �mud-bloods� and that worthless school Hogwarts, his tone had
changed over he weeks. He seemed more tense and definitely on edge as though a
great weight was resting upon his soul threatening to squash him.

� Because the ground
was still snowy and frozen in places rarely did Lucius and Draco race Pell-mell
across the moors for fear of their steeds hooves slipping and going down,
instead Lucius tutored his son on the fine art of Dressage riding and began to
teach it to Miranda as well. Humiliating as it was to be ridden by Lucius
Malfoy, there was something so compellingly elegant about the dance of dressage
as her nimble body side passed, changed leads on the fly and other wonderful
and acrobatic maneuvers. She actually enjoyed the captivating dance of dressage
and it was one of the very few times Lucius allowed her to use her head and
neck to dance in graceful joy beneath him.

� It was on her 4^th
visit with Lucius Malfoy when 3 darkly hooded and cloaked figures appeared
almost near the rail of the outdoor arena and she felt Lucius tense in
agitation atop her. �You take liberties popping up here unannounced!� he hissed
at Dolohov, Mulciber and Walden MacNair.

�� The Dark Lord
doesn�t always make convenient appointments, Malfoy.� Dolohov spat on the ground
and motioned for Lucius to come talk to them privately.

�� Fine.� Lucius
grunted and swung down easily off Miranda�s back. �Draco, stay in the paddock.�
He instructed his son and then strode off with the 3 death eaters out of sight
behind the buildings.

�� Miranda noticed
Lucius was not the only one who seemed more tense and worried as of late.
Obviously Draco�s home life was none to pleasant either, he seemed to be
getting almost as sullen and dour as Snape and it was not uncommon for him to
challenge or snap at his father on their rides. Ever since that first day, when
Draco had seen the Dark Mark upon her he had left her alone, but today after
his father had left out of sight he slid off the rail and retrieved her reins
that hung loosely on the ground, his own horse Caesar �was already tied to one of the paddock rails.
He began to lead her to the side rail as well but then his eyes flicked up to
the Dark Mark upon her as they often did.

� �I wonder why the
Dark Lord would mark a horse?� he stopped and faced her a moment. �Who ever
heard of a death eater horse, I mean?�

�� She took the risk and lowered her head
nuzzling him softly against his chest. �Because
I am not, Draco.� Her mind seemed to scream within her skull trying to
project the thought at him. But she was not the legilimens her teacher was, and
Draco seemed not to hear her.

�So, does the Dark Lord ride you?� he drawled as his hand
unconsciously began stroking her ear and down her cheek under her chin. �O.W.L�s
will be coming up soon; I am so sick of studying even though I am sure father
could buy off my grades if needed��

�� Draco stopped
himself then, his bragging voice seeming to catch in his throat. When he next
spoke his voice was a whisper almost as it was that first day they had met, just
someone who had no pretenses to play or no mask to wear to impress people or
hide his true feelings. �I have never seen you act vicious, and I still think
you are not mean like father says�� he glanced once warily around him behind
one of the grain sheds where the 3 death eaters and his father had gone to go
talk. With a sudden rebellious look in his pale eyes he flipped her reins over
her head and grabbed hold lightly on her withers. �What do you say? Care to be
a bit snarky and rebellious?� a gleam of pure unbridled teenage rebellion lit
his face and for a moment Miranda felt as if she were plotting some grand
scheme with a friend. She snorted softly and nodded her head once.

�� Draco smiled and as
easily and elegantly as his father swung himself up and onto her back. He was
much lighter and while his hands were not as certain as his father, he was
still calm and a well taught rider. He slipped his feet into her stirrups and
gently picked up the reins, not daring to put any pressure on her mouth. He knew
what that bridle had done to her mouth the first time he had seen it. With a
soft click of his tongue he urged her forward and the two began to canter
faster and faster around the paddock. Occasionally he would lean his weight one
way or the other or signal her with his leg or hands and together they went
through several of the graceful and elegant dressage moves that Lucius had been
teaching her.

�� Unlike Lucius and
unlike when Voldemort had been on her she could feel the warm curiosity and
pure unadulterated joy as Draco rode her. Theirs was not a partnership of hate
and humiliation but like two friends out on a merry romp. They pulled up for a
moment and Draco leaned forward his hands entwined in her long mane as he
gently stroked her neck, �Oh damn you are nimble,� he said with honest
reverence and appreciation. They started off around the other direction and it
was not Draco who ordered her anything, but Miranda who took Malfoy�s heir for
a wild ride, galloping with faster and faster speed around the corners of the
paddock, her body leaning low over the ground as she could hear Draco�s whoops
of pure childlike joy and laughter atop her.

�� DRACO!!!� Both
Miranda and Draco suddenly heard the livid and bellowing voice of Lucius as he
leaped over the rail. �Get over here NOW!�

�� Fuck.� Draco
muttered under his breath but both he and Miranda obediently swung over to
where Lucius was and came to an elegant and screeching stop as Draco nimbly
dismounted. �What? I was just taking the mare for a��

�� Draco never
finished the sentence to his father. Lucius� gloved hand came and slapped his
son so hard the slap was as harsh as the crack of a whip. �You insolent
disrespectful whelp!� Lucius� eyes held as much anger as Miranda had seen that
first day at Voldemort�s. A thin line of blood was trickling from the corner of
Draco�s lips where his father had struck him. �Don�t you dare ever defy me
Draco, not ever!�

�� Lucius raised his
hand to strike Draco again but this time Miranda boldly thrust herself between
the two Malfoy�s her ears pinned back, her large body blocking Lucius from
reaching his son.

� �Oh you bloody
worthless witch�� Lucius� eyes had now filled with a murderous rage and his
voice had dropped to a cold fury. �You dare to come between me and my son? This
will cost you!� he had already pulled the riding crop from his belt loop and
now wielding it like a weapon struck it hard upon her head. Miranda even in
horse form saw stars and felt the stinging pain as Lucius practically dragged
her down with that bridle and struck her over and over about her head.

�� Stop Father!�
Draco tried to get around Miranda, tried to avoid the flailing front hooves as
she desperately tried to rear up and pull away from Lucius. �It was my fault!
Take it out on me, not some ruddy horse!�

�� Get out of my
sight Draco!� Lucius twisted nimbly out of the way of the dancing and terrified
flailing of Miranda�s hooves as he faced his son once again. �Get to the house
and get out of my sight, we will talk later!�

� Miranda tried to blink
to see what was going on, but Lucius� crop had hit her eyes and the thin skin
of her face causing it to bleed profusely. She could not even imagine what her
mouth would be feeling like were it not for Snape�s secret potions.

�� Yes, go to the
house Draco.� The sudden and unexpectedly calm and cold voice of Severus Snape
seemed to cut through the air. �Your father and I need to talk.�

�� Draco finally
turned and not daring to look at his father or Professor Snape trudged angrily
to the manor.

�� So this is how you
treat your family as well?� Snape�s lip curled in a contemptuous sneer. �Well
no wonder things are slipping out of your control Lucius Malfoy.�

�� How bloody dare
you!� Lucius had released Miranda�s reins and stepped around her, his eyes wild
with anger and his wand already out and pointed at Snape.

�� Oh do go ahead,
Lucius.� Snape�s cold voice was taunting almost threatening in itself. His wand
was also in his hand as if by magic pointed straight at Malfoy�s chest. �It has
been a while since I have been in a decent duel. I heard that even our Master
enjoyed putting the cruciatus curse on you about a month ago. I might enjoy
watching your body twist in exquisite pain myself. My day has been most
unpleasant so far.�

�� Miranda trembled
and limped away out of the path of the two angry wizards.� She heard Lucius growl in an almost strangled
grunt of rage, but yet he dared not fire off any spells at Severus.

� �Nice to see you are
capable of learning as well.� Severus shot the barb off with deadly accuracy at
Lucius. Snape walked over to the rails and nimbly ducked underneath and walked
up to Miranda, his wand still out and pointed at Lucius. �Put it away Lucius,
do not do anything foolish.� His cold voice instructed Malfoy.

� Slowly, with anger
still in his heart Lucius thrust his wand back under his cloak.

Snape walked up to Miranda and one of his hands came up and
almost gently cupped her muzzle in his hand. �Be still girl.� His voice was gentle in her head, a sleepy
drowsiness seemed to seep over her as she felt his wand point at her and a warm
jet of magical energy seemed to heal the angry cuts Lucius� riding crop had
done to her face.

� �You take bold
liberties damaging the Dark Lord�s property.� Snape paused in his healing magic
as he glanced dourly at Lucius.

�� She got in the
middle of my son and I, she dared to defy me. My son has been acting more
rebellious by the day and The Master has me taking on more and more
responsibilities over this bloody Prophecy mission and I do not have time for
this!� he tried to put conviction in his words but Snape merely glanced at him
and idly resumed his healing of Miranda. �Your family life is none of my
concern Lucius.� He said bluntly, �I just got back from speaking with the
Master personally and I know far more than you do as to his plans on all this,
your job is merely to implicitly follow them.�

�� Why the bloody
hell can�t you help on this?� Lucius hissed suddenly, �Do you not bear the mark
the same as all of us, Severus? But yet I never see you participating in any of
the Masters plans, I do not see you��

�� Silence!� Snape spun on Lucius suddenly
his eyes blazing with warning, �and remember well who you speak to!�

�� Lucius clamped his jaws shut and actually
paled more in front of Severus. �I am a teacher at that blasted school, and the
trusted lackey of Albus Dumbledore,� Snape released Miranda�s bridle and
angrily faced Malfoy, �how you think it would appear if I was running around on
missions such as this? THINK Lucius!�
A cruel sneer played along Snape�s angered face, �Do you still think I would be
the pet of the Order and of Albus if he knew I was running around helping you
on simple missions to retrieve a blasted prophecy?�

�� Lucius Malfoy just
glanced around, anywhere but at Snape�s dark black eyes which seemed to bore
into him.

�� Snape�s legilimency
had already told him that Dolohov, Mulciber and MacNair had just been here
recently talking to Lucius. �So what did Dolohov, Mulciber and MacNair want?�
he asked idly as he stepped back and replaced his own wand.

�� I thought you knew
the Dark Lord�s plans?� Malfoy actually stood straighter his own anger still
simmering below the surface.

�� I do, you fool.�
Snape glared back at him, �But the Master feels there is a traitor in his
midst, and I am to see just who it may be.� Snape slammed his own occlumency
briefly in place.

�� Placated Lucius
Malfoy walked over to Severus Snape and both men leaned in close talking in
hushed whispers as Malfoy spoke of all he and the three death eaters had talked
about. After nearly 15 minutes Snape straightened up, glanced at Miranda and
ordered Lucius, �Go take that bridle off her and have her prepare to depart.�

� Lucius just dourly
nodded and led her limping form wearily back to the stables for her to transform.

�� Snape watched them
both a moment, his own fists clenched in his pockets. He had indeed been
summoned to see Voldemort today, and he had been included more in Voldemort�s
plans, especially since many of them involved Harry Potter and Potter�s dreams
of the Ministry of Magic.

�� Oh I have a trick
to lure Potter exactly where I want him.� Voldemort�s thin voice rang with a
deadly vengeance in Snape�s soul.

�� Excellent Master,�
Snape said hoping and praying the Dark Lord would spill more to him. �But
wasn�t Arthur Weasley recently nearly taken out by you?� he queried carefully.

�� Voldemort�s thin
laughter rang out around the room. �My tentacles are deep within the Ministry
of Magic, Severus.� He said almost gleefully, �But even my power is not needed
with that inept bunch. They dig their own trenches of paranoia and stupidity.
They often do more harm to themselves than I could ever do.�

�� Snape just nodded
solemnly and said nothing, it seemed the Master was in a talkative mood and he
wasn�t going to ruin his chances at some choice information.

� �No, Potter�s
undoing will be his very nature of caring so deeply. His wild heroics and
stupid bravery will be what gets him exactly where I want. Deep inside the
Ministry, where I will then have my team of servants awaiting him.� Voldemort�s
red eyes danced with cruel glee.

�� Snape just nodded
again and glanced casually at Nagini who lay in her usual spot by the fire
warming her self. �And what about the student I am teaching for you?� Severus
dared to hedge the question. �Does she play a part in this?��

�� Across the room
Wormtail was pouring some drinks for his Master and Snape.

�� Voldemort�s high
laughter was as cold as the bitter day outside. �Her? Have a hand in this?�
Snape felt the sting of his Master�s insult. �I have far better things for our
Italian student.� He took the drink from Wormtail and then ordered the
sniveling sycophant to leave. Once Wormtail was out of the room, Voldemort
turned back to Snape. �No, she will be heading back to Italy in a few months to
assassinate her family and cement relationships with both the La Cosa Nostra
and the Ndrangheta in Sicily and Calabria. She will work as my agent, to finish
what her traitorous Uncle Furio Vitale backed out on.�

�� Snape just sipped
his wine briefly and stared into the fire. Now things were making sense to him,
falling into place both with Potter, the Order and Miranda.

�� What level is her
training at now?� Voldemort casually asked.

�� She�s equivalent
to a 3^rd year now, her English is passable.� He gently placed down
his wine glass.

�� And Malfoy�s
training of her?� the Dark Lord questioned lightly as though they were
discussing the weather.

�� Snape forced
himself to fully and respectfully face his Master. �Her heart is hardening, her
soul darkening.� He answered truthfully. �She complies with him fully now, I do
not think she will need much more of his training.� That last part slipped out
before Snape could stop it and he could feel the sudden stiffening of his
Master on his chair.

� �I will decide when
she has had enough of Malfoy�s humiliation of her.� Voldemort hissed and the
temperature in the room literally dropped several degrees.

� �Of course,� Snape
quickly bowed deeply covering his faux pas, �I was only speaking strictly as a
teacher and what I have seen with my eyes.�

�� I see.� Voldemort
ran one of his long fingers across the rim of his wine glass as though briefly
in thought. �Then I will assess her myself in 2 weeks, I am sure she will pass
all of my tests won�t she Severus?� the red eyes glanced at Snape and Severus
could feel Voldemort�s powerful legilimency trying to probe his mind. Snape
smoothly tightened his walls of occlumency and put the images he wanted the
Dark Lord to have at the front of his thoughts. �Place your mask on well and play your part bloody brilliantly, you
stupid git.� Snape�s own voice chided him cruelly, as coldly and harshly as
he often criticized his own students, only the voice in his head was often the
harsh cruel voice of his father Tobias Snape.

� �If all goes well,�
Voldemort spoke again apparently satisfied at Snape�s thoughts, �then she will
be coming here in two months for training in the Dark Arts and then sent back
to Sicily.�

�� After his
discussion with Voldemort Snape had went and spoken to Dumbledore who was more
concerned about Potter�s occlumency lessons than anything else. Snape made the
conscious decision then, even against Dumbledore�s wishes that he would have to
end Harry�s lessons, after all if Harry Potter didn�t do exactly what the Dark
Lord hoped; it would tip off Voldemort to Snape�s own treachery.

�� All in all it had
been a rotten and dour day indeed, and then to see Lucius lose control he had
almost wished he could have taught Malfoy a lesson and administer the crucio on
him, but he did not want to burn that bridge yet. His own legilimency of Draco
had revealed some very interesting information indeed. Information he would
store deep in his mind in case it was ever needed in the future.
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