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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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�Can�t
ever keep from falling apart, at the seams - can I believe you�re taking my
heart, to pieces� Who do you need? Who do you love when you come undone� (Come
Undone �Duran Duran)

�� Snape had bought
around a black cloak for her to wear over her clothing and her heart felt as
grey, dark and gloomy as the late winter day outside. Thick fog seemed to swirl
around them as they apparated to Lord Voldemort�s headquarters. It seemed
unusually warm in here to both of them, as though the Master had all his
fireplaces burning with an intense and angered heat.

� Snape felt something
wrong the minute they apparated near the front door and walked in. Normally
Wormtail was here or a few other death eaters but today the place seemed packed
with them, and worse they were wearing their hoods. Snape led Miranda through
the foyer when Goyle�s deep voice stopped him. �The Master is out back and
wishes you to bring the girl there.�

� �Fine.� Snape nodded
his understanding and begin leading Miranda out to the back area.

� �Well, well.�
smirked a cruel female voice that Snape knew well. �What pretty thing do we
have here?�

�� Hello Bellatrix.�
Snape half sneered at her. �You look so different since the last time I saw
you.� Snape was satisfied to hear the half hiss of anger from Bellatrix
LeStrange.

�� Bellatrix ignored
him and pointed her wand at Miranda�s face running it almost lewdly across her
face as though searching for a soft spot. �Ah to mar such a pretty ickle face,
dear child.� She half snorted the insult.

�� Watch yourself
Bellatrix,� Snape narrowed his eyes in warning. He abruptly grabbed Miranda�s
head and pulled her hair back from her right ear revealing the dark mark on
her. �She belongs to the Dark Lord.�

� Bellatrix pulled
back but anger flashed dangerously in her eyes behind the hood she wore.
�Getting them rather young now isn�t he?� she put her wand away and grabbed
Miranda�s face running one nail across her cheek.

� �My, my, Bella.�
Snape glared at her, �Azkaban has made you very bold to question the plans of
the Master. Besides she is of legal wizarding age.�

�� Abruptly Bella
released the girls face, glaring now at Severus Snape instead. �It makes no
matter.� She stood taller, narrowing her anger at Snape, �After all I am still
his most loyal, his most favorite.�

�� Snape�s grin was
chilling indeed, not a grin of friendliness but one of such icy cruelness
Miranda felt herself nearly shiver subconsciously. �I am sure you are, Bellatrix.
Now if you excuse me, the Master is expecting us.� Snape took hold of Miranda�s
arm and quickly guided her towards the back. But his own bad feelings were
multiplying now, �why were so many bloody
death eaters here?� he had thought this was just to be a simple test of his
student. Voldemort had said nothing about any meeting.

� Once outside Snape
and Miranda saw more death eaters milling around, in the center was the
unmistakable form of their Master. Almost immediately the small crowd of death
eaters parted and Snape released Miranda�s arm and the two of them walked up to
Voldemort. �Remember what I told you,�
Snape�s unspoken message quickly ran through her mind, �and make sure to bow lower than me.�

� Both Snape and
Miranda stopped about 4 feet from the tall dark Wizard. He was just as
terrifying as she remembered him. Snape bowed low, and Miranda intending to
make her teacher proud bowed down on the wet grass and prostrated her self
before her Master. �My Master.� She and Snape almost murmured in unison.

�� Well, well.�
Voldemort�s voice echoed above her. �How touching, you and Severus seem to work
so well in harness together.� The Dark Lord gave a brief chuckle at purposely
using the equine parable. �Severus, step back with the others.� Voldemort
ordered and after Snape gave another respectful tilt of his head he stepped
back into the throng of Death eaters, he could feel Nott and MacNair on either
side of him. There was a hot, oppressive and hostile air about the Death eaters
today.

�� Now,� Voldemort
looked down at the still prostrated girl before him. �Let us see if you are as
good a student as Snape has bragged you are, shall we? Up.� He ordered her.

� Quickly and
obediently Miranda stood up respectfully facing her Master. Voldemort bought up
his arm and one long finger began to trace across her cheek and lips. Every
part of her wanted to tremble with fear and revulsion, but she dared not. Her
Master�s finger found the dark mark behind her ear and caressed it idly; she could
feel it turn icy cold beneath his touch.��
�I assume Snape has given you a wand and taught you spells?� He asked.

�� Yes Master.� She
nodded.

�� The grin that
spread across his skull like face was not pleasant at all. �Excellent, than
take your wand and step back 10 yards and we shall spar in magic a bit, you and
I. We shall see what Snape has taught you, shall we?� a few chuckles rang
darkly from the assembled death eaters.

�� Miranda could only
lick her lips nervously as she followed Voldemort�s instructions. She walked 10
yards away and then slowly drew her wand holding it loosely at her side. She
had no idea what to expect, what he would do. Voldemort had his wand pointed at
her, and weakly she pointed hers back at him, hoping she would recognize the
first syllables of whatever curse or jinx he was to cast out so she could
counter-cast it.

� But nothing came out
of the Dark Lord�s mouth, instead her wand harshly and cruelly flew out of her
hand as though yanked by an invisible chain. She blinked once in utter
confusion.

�� Snape�s heart sank.
The Master was using nonverbal spells, something that usually wasn�t even
started until 6^th year of training! Snape began to distinctly feel
the Master was not going to be lenient in this at all.

� �No nonverbal spells
yet. Pity.� Voldemort chuckled knowing full well she wouldn�t have been able to
have learned the concept yet. �Ok, I will be merciful with you Miranda Vitale.
Retrieve your wand.�

�� Obediently she did,
her heart slamming into her chest. The two pointed their wands at each other, almost
at the same time Miranda and Voldemort shouted their spells, but Miranda�s
hesitancy at uttering the �expelliarmus!�
gave Voldemort the edge as his intimidating voice roared �Tarantallegra!�

� Immediately
Miranda�s legs began dancing and convulsing of their own will, barely could she
keep her feet. Laughter rang out from Voldemort and his death eaters.

� After a few moments
he ended the spell as she collapsed in a heap for a moment and then dragged
herself to her feet.

�� Again!� the Master
roared his red eyes glowing with such sadistic glee it froze her blood.

� Miranda retrieved
her wand and stood at the ready, but like Snape she was beginning to see this
was not going to be a fair or honest assessment of her. �Wand at the ready!�
Voldemort ordered her.

�� With shaking hand
she lifted her wand, but then Voldemort with an idle flick of his wand and the
barely audible �crucio� tore into her
and Miranda�s world ceased making sense.

� She knew she was on
the ground writhing in agony, twisted and convulsing with such cruel pain she
could feel her mind and soul going mad. She had no idea how long it went on,
when she was certain she would indeed die it finally stopped.

�� Well, no strength
in deflecting the unforgivables.� Voldemort�s eyes narrowed, �What have you
been teaching this girl Snape?� he half spat out the insult staring at Miranda.

� Snape dare not
speak; dare not give into the Master�s baiting. Both Snape and Voldemort knew
damn well he had only asked Snape to take her to the 4^th level of
ability and no dark arts.

� �Put your hood on
Snape, are you a death eater or not?� Voldemort now spun on him and glared at
him harshly and Severus summoned his hood and slipped it on.

�� On your feet witch!�
Voldemort ordered again directing his full attention back to the downed and
panting Miranda. �We are still assessing you, still testing.� He smirked
darkly, insulting, �We are just having a bit of a go are we not? A bit of fun?�

�� Wearily she dragged
herself to her feet and half attempted to point her wand when Voldemort pointed
his wand and uttered �sectumsempra!�

�� Miranda instantly
felt her arm erupt in fiery pain as though a cruel knife had slashed across her
forearm. Instantly she saw blood erupting from her, dripping steadily and with
a dull throbbing pain inside her.

� She dropped to her
knees her wand falling from her fingertips. �You know, your teacher Snape, invented
that one.� Voldemort chuckled as he strode over to her kneeling form, �What, he
never told you? What a shame, but then Snape never was the bragging sort.�

Voldemort kicked her wand away from her as she swayed on her
knees before him. �Think I only need magic girl?� he hissed suddenly replacing
his own wand within his robes. His booted foot came up and caught her squarely
in the ribs, with a strangled grunt she dropped over onto her side gasping for
breath.

� �Get up!� Voldemort
demanded, �Do you still have that weakness I despise Miranda? Has not Lucius
Malfoy�s lessons been enough for you? Must your Master teach you everything?
GET UP!� he roared.

� �Trying to shake her head of the feeling she
was about to pass out she forced herself to her hands and knees when she felt
Voldemort�s hand grab her around the throat and lift her as easily as a rag
doll. �I could throttle you to death with my bare hands! I need no magic not
even for a witch like you!� He choked her a few seconds more and let her limply
drop onto the damp ground now soaked with her blood as well as the thawing
snows. He walked two paces away, drew his wand and pointed it at her. Using the
nonverbal spell, once again the cruciatus curse coursed torturously through her
body causing her to convulse and thrash like someone being electrocuted. Her
scream so full of anguish she thought her own lungs and heart would simply
burst in her chest.

�� The pain abruptly
stopped then and she was dimly aware of almost a warm comforting feeling, like
being covered in a warm blanket, her world wavering slightly. �Ah Miranda,�
Voldemort walked over and kneeled down almost atop her. �Have I been a bit
rough with you? Sorry about that, I thought perhaps Snape had better trained
you, but none-the-less. Let�s just talk shall we?�

� At the moment she
was so damn thankful her master was no longer torturing her she could only nod
and try to crawl to his feet in thankfulness.

� �So tell me Miranda,
what have you really been learning at Professor Snape�s? Obviously your magic
is a bit lacking.� Miranda�s mind begun to swim down corridors of its own
volition, until she began to be aware of the feeling of the blurred eyesight
and the warm comforting feeling. She realized her life may very well be in dire
danger at this moment, so she worked as she never had worked before at
concentrating on her self study, potions and practical magic she had learned
with Snape. She didn�t even allow her mind to think about occlumency. And she
could feel him, her Master in her mind looking at all her thoughts then, almost
gently like Snape had, probing and questioning. But still she worked to change
only the slightest of details, bringing to bear every lesson she had ever
learned with Snape in occlumency.

�� Snape�s heart sank
as he saw Voldemort cupping Miranda�s chin, his eyes glued on her like two red
lasers. �This whole thing was a bloody set
up.� Snape�s heart filled with disgust and anger. �He only wanted to wear her down and search her mind.� Snape briefly
closed his eyes a moment. Would he now be revealed for the traitor that he was?
Would Miranda be strong enough to withstand the unparalleled legilimency of
Lord Voldemort?

�� Voldemort made her
relieve every humiliating trip to Lucius Malfoy�s, but still she desperately
worked on doing precisely what Snape had taught her. But the worst question was
the last to come. �So,� Voldemort�s
almost soothing voice echoed privately in her head, �I hear that you came between Lucius and his son? Tell me about it.�
That question she had not been expecting, how could she change even subtly what
had happened with her and Draco that day, and the anger of Lucius against his
own son and her stepping in to defend Draco? The one person who had been kind
to her.

�� For the first time
during the whole questioning she saw the Dark Lord�s face swimming lazily
before her with an almost gleeful and satisfied grin. His dark chuckle of
triumph resounded briefly in her head. �Ah,
Miranda. I will break you of your weakness and any love or kindness you possess,
I truly will. Do you not believe me?
Crucio.� His thoughts coalesced into
the dark curse and he almost lovingly released her head as she writhed once
more on the ground, this time blood flying from her nose and even her ears.

� Voldemort let her
thrash in tortured agony at his feet until she was near the point of
unconsciousness and then ended the curse. Silently he pointed his wand at one
death eater and motioned him forward. �Take her upstairs, and exact your
revenge. But remember what I told you the first day. No permanent damage. She
is mine.�

�� The Deatheater
merely nodded and grabbed up the semi-conscious girl and apparated her into the
very first room she had ever been in here at Voldemort�s.

�� Miranda�s mind was
only barely beginning to try and grasp reality again. Her mind and body felt
shattered, she felt as weak as a puppet with its strings cut. She lay on the
bed gasping and panting, the blood still flowing from her arm, from her nose.
She was dimly aware of someone disrobing her roughly. Was Snape here? Was he
going to be healing her? Oh please could she simply just die now? Would
Voldemort just grant her death?�

But the voice she heard next was almost like an icy cold
dash of water to her heart and soul, the intimately cruel drawl of Lucius
Malfoy.

�� Ennervate.� He spoke and then pulled off
his own death eater�s hood. A grim smile of triumph was on his face. �I told
you that it would cost you to come between me and my son, did I not?� he
suddenly leaned over her grabbing her harshly his fingers digging painfully
into her bare shoulders, �Never come between a Malfoy and his personal business,
filthy mudblood!!!�

�� Lucius now climbed
atop her sitting on her chest and trying to use his knees to pin down her
shoulders, and it was then that it happened. She had felt that vague tingling
only once before, when she had been first kidnapped by the goons in the
alleyway. It was like her body was acting of its own volition becoming hard to
hold, slippery and harsh like stinging electricity, her own wizarding defenses
at being physically attacked. Had Lucius been a muggle she may have actually
stunned him and been able to get out from under him, however he was a very
accomplished Wizard and her daring to fight him only made him more aggressive.

�� His knees dug into
her shoulders even more painfully as his wand pointed between her eyes, �Crucio!� he angrily shouted. She
twitched and writhed beneath him, but he stayed as easily atop her as he did
when she was in her equine form. After a few moments he ended the torture and
then using his bare hands laid into her slapping her the same way he had Draco.
Her blood flowed over both of them as her mind danced around the fringes of unconsciousness
and�

�� Her mind suddenly
swam with an image of her beloved uncle Furio walking towards her with a
protective look in his eyes. �Come Miranda.� He held his hand out to her, �You�ve
earned rest now. There is peace forever here.� His eyes softened. �Come with
me, you not need suffer anymore.� It was a glorious spring day, the golden
grasses blowing gently on the sides of the mountain as she reached her hand out
to her uncle, oh how she wanted to simply go to him and be at peace. She knew
there was safety there. Her fingers just barely began to brush Furio�s warm and
smooth hand, his blue-grey eyes full of love and comfort when she suddenly felt
herself being ripped away, thrown down a long dark tunnel�

� �Ennervate!� Lucius voice cruelly ripped
the image from her mind. The feeling of peacefulness left her and pain slammed
back into her body with a vengeance. She had been so close, so damn close to
being free, but now she was here with Malfoy atop her every nerve alive with
exquisite pain. �Now we are going for a different ride.� Malfoy sneered with a
contemptuous curl of his lip. He stood up off her and quickly undressed
himself. It took several long seconds for his words to make any sense to her,
but when she saw him naked it dawned on her with cruel clarity what he had in
mind for her.

�� In her stunned
state she reverted back to her native tongue, barely whispering in Sicilian, �No, no. Oh please Mr. Malfoy! I beg
forgiveness from you, but not that!�

She tried to vainly crawl off the bed, but he was easily on
her once again. The scent of him, of his anger and power and cruelty filled her
head with total fear and despair.

Thankfully Lucius Malfoy must have not understood Sicilian nor
cared, because as she continued to mutter and beg he only growled, �SHUT UP
with that damn Italian! I want you silent!� And then her voice became totally
mute and silent. He must have jinxed her nonverbally with a spell because all
she could hear was his grunts and ragged breathing as he flipped her over onto
her stomach, even her grunts of pain became silenced.

� �You are not worthy
of facing me during this.� He growled as he roughly pulled her ass into the air
and using his muscular thigh thrust her legs apart. �You are a horse and will
be taken as such.� He lubed his erect cock on her pussy and then like a great
stallion himself suddenly and cruelly thrust into her. He laid himself across
her back his face right along side hers as he thrust and drove wildly into her.

� Her eyes shut,
trying to do anything to block this rape of her out, but it was not working.

His grunts almost sounded as harsh and cruel as a stallions
and he drove relentlessly into her his powerful hands gripping her shoulders
and nearly impaling her on him as he rode her hard from behind.

� Now his own voice
growled with an almost animalistic timber as he swore cruelly at her. �Damned mudblood
witch, insolent fucking woman! I will show you exactly why you don�t interfere
with a Malfoy!�

� At one point she
tried to arch away from him, even contemplated turning into her animagus form
to kick him off her and trample him, but he was far quicker on the uptake. �Oh
no you don�t you bloody wench!� and he drove his fist cruelly into her ribs and
then grabbed her throat from behind using his strong hands and throttled her to
control her breathing. �Don�t make me put the imperius curse on you!� �She could feel him tightening up on her, as he
increased his tempo even more roughly, his grunting becoming more rhythmic. He
stiffened briefly and with a growl of anger released himself inside of her. No
sooner had he finished his last few thrusts milking himself in her than he
struck her hard between her shoulder blades knocking her flat as he cleaned himself
and used his wand to redress himself.

�� She could only lay
there panting on the bed, her mind settling into a total numbness that seemed
to be spreading through every pore of her body. There was no fight left in her.

� Lucius stood and
glared down disgustedly at her. �Be so very thankful woman that the Dark Lord
wishes you alive, but you see he has given me this chance to punish you for
your insolence.� He leaned down staring at her hard his grey eyes boring into
her, �So do not think that being marked gives you total protection to
disrespect a full fledged Death eater or a Malfoy.� He pointed his wand once
again between her eyes. �Time for unconsciousness, my insolent whelp! Crucio!�

�� Once again the pain
of liquid fire engulfed her as though Lucius Malfoy had dropped her into molten
lava.

�

�� Snape stood very
still as his Master casually walked back and forth. He knew if he let on
anything, anything at all, or if his Master suspected the slightest hint of
treachery he would not leave here alive.

� �Malfoy came to me
you know.� Voldemort said idly. �Told me how your student had disrespected him,
tried to interfere in the disciplining of his son.�

� Severus almost shook
with relief�So THIS is what all this
was about. �Yes my Master, I regret that.� He forced her words to be neutral.

� �Malfoy deserved his
punishment of her.� Voldemort continued, �After all how would it look if I
allowed my loyal servants to begin to undermine each other and my own orders of
them.� He spun and faced Snape.

�� Of course my
Master.� Snape inclined his head slightly.

�� She is not as dark
or hardened as I hoped, and I am disappointed.� Voldemort turned from Snape and
glided back and forth like some dangerous and agitated cobra. �But she will
learn that here. I shall break her more if I have to, I sense�� he paused and
briefly touched his own dark mark, �Ah yes, I sense her so close to total
breaking. Such sweet despair, such pain�� Voldemort abruptly stopped talking
then and walked back up to Snape hard red eyes meeting dark onyx ones.

�� Your lessons with
her are now over. I have more important assignments for you to do. I give you
one week to heal her, and then you will return her here. My death eaters and I
will finish the rest of her lessons.�

�� It shall be done.�
Snape spoke respectfully.

� �Things are speeding
to fast conclusions Snape on many fronts,� Voldemort whispered near Severus�
ear, �So often my mind is tasked by constant thoughts and plans, so much to be
done.� He paused as though catching himself pulling back a bit. �So much I must
trust and rely on my trusted death eaters now. You have worked hard Severus; of
all my death eaters you play your part so well, a true lone wolf almost like
me. I sense in you far more intelligence than many of those blithering cronies
out there.�

�� Snape just stood
rigid listening. �I am nothing like you
my Master,� his mind lazily swam with hatred. But he clamped the hatred
down truly listening to his Master, the Dark Lord was almost giddy with his
excitement and plans and rarely did Snape get such an opportunity to briefly
even glimpse the mad and cruel genius that was Lord Voldemort.

� �You know there was
a time I thought I would truly lose you,� Voldemort spun on Snape again red
eyes boring into him. �When Lily died, choosing death over letting me have the
death of her son, I truly felt I would lose you forever� But you proved me
wrong didn�t you my dark Severus?�

�� Oh dark Gods below don�t even go there!�
Snape felt his heart lurch to such depths he thought he would suddenly break
right there in Voldemort�s presence. �Do
NOT go there you fucking bastard!� his mind clamped down so hard on his occlumency
his teeth nearly ground down with an audible click. Severus Snape felt ice
trickle through his veins as he looked down and saw Voldemort�s long fingers
splayed upon his chest.

�� Voldemort�s eyes
narrowed briefly at Snape. �So dead are you inside, shattered in a million
pieces like a black mirror. You do serve me so well Severus.� Voldemort removed
his hand from Snape�s chest and a brief chuckle escaped him. �And so will
Miranda. She will shatter as well, they all do eventually.� Thankfully
Voldemort turned away from Severus at that moment, facing his fire as his long
thin fingers touched his own dark mark again.

� �Breathe slowly Snape you slimy worm�
Tobias growled in Severus head, �Don�t
you dare show weakness in front of him, he is testing you. Perhaps you want him
to kill you exquisitely? How long can you keep up this pace, eh? Have you truly
proven him wrong you worthless shit.� Snape concentrated every ounce of his
will on simply breathing, so close was he to coming undone at that moment. He
worked to silence that damnable voice of his father�s in his head and he worked
to fight the invisible bite of Voldemort�s sword as it tore into his very soul.
�But of course my Master.� He said flatly, �Always they break to your will.�

�� Lucius is done
with her now.� Voldemort turned back to him. �I am indeed being merciful
today.� He walked back over to Snape until they were nearly face to face. �I
was planning on letting the whole gang have a go at her in duel and torture and
rape, but she isn�t ready for that yet. Not yet.� Voldemort blinked, �Maybe in
a couple weeks, but not today. Take her and leave until I summon you both again
in a week.�

�� Severus� mind
concentrated on every precise movement of his muscles almost like some graceful
martial arts master as he completed the respectful bow to his Master. It was
the only thing holding him together at this moment. �I understand fully, my
Master.�

He waited until Voldemort had turned back to the fire before
he left the room in a swift but elegant stride his robes billowing out behind,
almost like the cold presence of a dementor.
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