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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31713 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: I don’t have a good net here, but I needed some distraction from very stressful days of travel and various mishaps. I swear this field is jinxed just like Hogwarts DADA post, let’s hope I’ll survive it undamaged :D
Now, this chapter ends in the middle of Sev’s dream, and that’s why it is a bit shorter. Next one will be longer and hopefully bit revealing toward well Hermione. Maybe even Snape too, if I don’t over tweak it again >.<
He is kneeling on the marble floor. Hard stone is pressing painfully on his kneecaps.in a way, this physical pain is welcomed. He spent most of the last night trying to calm himself down, rebuild his walls, push the pain and fear away. Calming Draught that Lucius brought helped him, but only just. This morning he sent a note to Dark Lord, which brought him to this moment. His ears twitch, straining to hear every sound, while he is waiting for Dark Lord to pay attention to him. Sure, many enjoy to see him in this position, there are not many times that he had to kneel in front of the Dark Lord.
“Albus summoned you last night, Severus.” This is the statement but he replies anyway
“Yes, my Lord.”
“And you meet with him?”
“As you requested, my Lord.”
“This is the first time he called you since you were caught spying.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“What did he want?”
“A few things, my Lord,” He gulps and glances around the room “mostly all of them are connected to the…” he pauses
“Follow me, Severus. We need to discuss this in private.”
He gets up from the floor. His knees are unstable and inflexible, they hurt and barely support his weight. He follows with minimal limp, back straight, fast as he can. Luckily, Dark Lord never walks fast. He won’t give them or him satisfaction to see him weak. They are in the library. Dark Lord stands in front of the window, back turned to him. He keeled again. This part of the library is covered with a thick rug, but his aching knees do not recognise that as a benefit, they still hurt like hell.
“What did he wanted from you now?”
“First, to know why did I eavesdrop.” Dark Lord nods so he continues “I gave him the same answer as last time, my Lord. That I wanted to see how the interview looks like so I that I can prepare myself when he gives me the chance.”
“Did he believed you?”
“Yes and no, my Lord. He does not believe that I honestly want to be a teacher or that I am suited to be one. He did, however, promised me a chance,” now comes the hard part “but, next year, when my old Head of House retires.”
Dark Lord turns to him, eyes glaring. He walks and stops just a breath away.
“Potions. Not Defence against Dark Arts?”
“Yes, my Lord. No, my Lord. He told me that I cannot hope to obtain the post of DADA professor, not now and not in the future.”
Dark Lord takes his left hand and slides the sleeve, exposing the marked skin. His thumb presses on the skull. Mark is heating up until his entire arm feels like it is burning but he does not even flinch. The pain is substantial but it is not like cruchiatus, it does not hit the nerve endings, it travels through his veins, scorching his blood.
“In a year’s time?” the Dark Lord is not pleased, and the pain intensifies, his muscles tremble from effort not to give in to it.
“Yes, my Lord. I…I think he does not want me as a teacher at all, but close to himself. He wants to use me against or to get to you. He wants me to prove my worth to him… He asked me how close I am to you, my Lord.”
“Why?”
“He…wants me spy on you for him.”
Dark Lord releases his hand and the pain stops immediately. Dark Lord laughs, it is a hollow, dark sound and it scares him.
“Does he knows I already marked you?”
“No, my Lord. I did not disclose that information to him, I feared that he would not reconsider me for the post if he knew.”
“Good, that is good news.” Dark Lord is pleased with him, he can tell “Rise, Severus. We can use this. You will contact Albus in a few days, and tell him that I marked you, make it look like you are doing that o your own, without my knowledge. Tell him decided to mark you when I heard about the possibility of your employment. You can tell him that I placed you directly in my inner circle. I suspect that he will be willing to have my spy, my trusted servant, close. You may even get your job faster that way.”
“Yes, my Lord. My Lord…” he is afraid to tell him the next part, and he lets his fear to be known, Dark Lord motion him to continue “He demanded a proof of my…usefulness. Information on attacks…”
“And he will get them.”
“My Lord?”
“We have a bunch of initiates for lower ranks, we will stage the attack and give them a test.”
Severus cringed inwardly, those were innocent lives he gambled with so casually.
“He also…offered me to teach or improve my Legilimency.”
“Oh, that is rich, he desires to know what's in my head, but he does not offer you protection from me. If he is not so annoying he would be entertaining. The man should have been Slytherin. You will learn Legilimency with him, of course, and you will practise your Occlumency with me. After all, we do not want Albus to know what I know, won't we?”
“No, my Lord.”
Darkness stirs. Scared. He can sense the next memory rolling on. There is nothing in his mind that is remotely happy from that point on. I do not want to remember. Leave me be! Let me die already! The female’s mind is worried. She is actively looking for the way out. Maybe if he follows…darkness shimmers…
“Severus.” The Dark Lord sounds annoyed “I require you…entertaining skills…again, tonight.”
He bows his head respectfully. He is not adverse to those type of calls anymore. He feels almost perverse pleasure in punishing his ‘brothers and sisters’ for failure to find Potters. He is summoned at least two to three times a month, he does not mind. Dark Lord hum’s
“I think you are going to enjoy this one in particular.”
“My Lord?”
“I want you to punish Lestrange's”
“Which ones?” he asks, praying to hear the names he wish to hear
“Rodolphus and Bellatrix. They failed me in a way they should not.”
“I see. How severe, my Lord?”
“Make it impressionable, long-lasting. However, I do want them alive.”
That is nothing new. Dark Lord punishes but he does not spill pure wizarding blood, through the way he uses him as a tool, sometimes death would be more humane. Merlin, Bella and Rolph in his hands. Oh, revenge is so sweet. They are really something, they can’t even stand him, any half-blood for that matter. Oh, he knows just the thing. He knows how to hurt them, without even causing the pain. His lips are tugging slightly at the thought.
“May I ask my Lord a personal question?”
“Severus?”
“Does my Lord has any plans concerning Bellatrix Lestrange? Does lord desires…” he pauses, this is a tricky part and it can bring him Dark Lord’s wrath if he is not careful, but there is no other way of asking it “…to bed her in the future?”
“I could have you punished just for asking that question” hisses Voldemort
“I know my Lord, and I humbly beg for your forgiveness of my rudeness, but…maybe it is the best if I show you why I was so bold.” He kneels in front of the Dark Lord and pushes his vision to the front of his mind. He feels intrusion, rough and hurting but he does not flinch or blink, pushing the images, just how Dark Lord taught him. After a while, Voldemort pulls back from his mind, equally painfully. He is used to it by now, with all the talk there is no finesse in Voldemort’s technique, it is crude but effective.
“Marvelous! You, Severus, are truly talented when it comes to ingenuity in torture. I will punish you, up front, for the parts I detest in your idea, but I will still allow them. You are truly a gem among my ranks. I do want to make this public event, will you still be able to execute it in front of the audience?”
“Yes, my Lord. I will need potions aid.”
“Whatever you need, Severus. Be at the manner this evening, you have two hours to make necessary arrangements.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“To you, I will be merciful, no one will witness your punishment.”
“Thank you, my Lord” he is still kneeling. That is a good thing. He braces himself.
“You are welcome, Severus.” Voldemort raises his wand “Crucio.”
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