Forbidden Obsession

Forbidden Obsession

Chapter 1

Two years later, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and Ronald Weasley were sitting in the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, waiting for a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix to begin. They had already begun their seventh year so they resided at Hogwarts like all students, but would return to the old Black residence for the meetings.

After Sirius\' death, Harry had inherited everything belonging to his Godfather, including the house. Harry had agreed that the Order could remain there under one condition: that he, Ron, and Hermione would be treated like adults and information would not be withheld from them. After much negotiation, it was agreed that the three would become adult members of the Order in addition to spending their summers at Grimmauld Place.

The members of the Order were on edge, silently waiting for Severus Snape to arrive. Everyone was very aware of the seriousness of the role Severus played and showed their appreciation of him whenever they could – everyone, that is, except Harry, Ron and Hermione. They still hated Snape as much as he despised them. Although Hermione made a valiant attempt at times to remind her friends of the crucial role Snape played for the Order and the respect he deserved from them, she wandered every time he insulted her why she persisted in trying to give Snape the appreciation she felt he deserved. Even though she only spoke of it with her friends, Hermione felt as though her dislike for him was a betrayal of their valued ally. Snape’s ongoing harshness, though, kept her antipathy at a constant low boil.

At last, Severus entered the kitchen wearing his trademark black robes that billowed behind him as he strode into the room. He hurriedly made his way to the front, making it clear in the minds of all present that he did not have a second to waste. It pleased him to find everyone in attendance, waiting for him, confirming and acknowledging his vital role to the group.


Albus Dumbledore stood to welcome Severus as he approached, his light blue robes and the white beard that blended with the intricate embroidered pattern on his front, contrasting with the severe, solid black of the Potions Master’s clothing. The half-moon glasses balancing on the tip of Albus\' nose moved slightly as he greeted Severus with an appreciative handshake.

Severus leaned in and whispered something to Albus before letting go of his hand and continuing to the front of the kitchen. Albus shook his head in acknowledgement and murmured, \"Of course, Severus,\" but said nothing more.

\"The bat almost looks human tonight,\" Ron loudly whispered, turning to face Harry and Hermione.

A \'SMACK!\' echoed throughout the kitchen, followed by a \"Shhhhh!\" as Molly Weasley heard her son whispering just as Severus was about to speak, and reaching across two people she smacked Ron on the back of the head. Ron gave his mum a dirty look, but didn\'t say another word.

Snape’s eyes darted in their direction and he scowled at them for a moment before turning his attention to the rest of the group. It was no secret that there was discord between them Snape and the three students, but because they were working on the same side, they tacitly agreed to stomach the others’ presence for the sake of harmony within the Order.

\"Severus, please inform us of the latest developments concerning Tom,\" requested Albus, attempting to direct the attention of those present back to the purpose of the gathering. It wasn\'t often that Severus attended meetings, so, when he did, it was clear he had information the others needed to be informed of.

Severus nodded and before he spoke, his eyes scanned each of the members silently commanding all of their attentions. They gave it to him, even Harry, Ron, and Hermione. His voice was quiet and smooth with an underlying authoritarian quality that compelled everyone to listen to him intently as the words flowed from his mouth…

\"The Dark Lord is currently planning an attack on Azkaban. He wants the rest of his Death Eaters by his side.\"

During their sixth year, the Death Eaters had attacked Hogsmeade, but in an impressive battle, the students that were present and mainly members of the D.A., were able to fight them off until the Order arrived.

A group of students decided that they needed to learn how to protect themselves due to their belief in A few years ago when Voldemort returned many wizards and witches refused to believe it because the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, denied the claims that were made by Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter. There were a few students who did believe that Voldemort had returned and felt that they needed to be prepared to defend themselves. The current Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was Delores Umbridge. Umbridge, by orders from Cornelius Fudge, did not teach the students defense spells and curses, so with the persistence of Hermione, Harry formed a club that taught defense spells and curses. The students who joined become known as Dumbledore’s Army, the D.A.

Several Death Eaters had been taken into custody, and all of had proven to be powerful, loyal servants to the Dark Lord.

\"The specific intricacies of the Dark Lord\'s plans have not been made available to me as yet, but I am aware that the raid on Azkaban will take place during the next full moon.\" Severus\' eyes flashed to Remus Lupin, searching for his reaction. Voldemort’s most recent attacks had all occurred during full moons, preventing Remus from fulfilling his duties as an Order member.


The gray streaks through Remus\' light brown hair had become more evident over the past two years, just as the lines of stress had deepened on his face. Remus Lupin was a well-liked man amongst those who knew him well, but, generally, those around him misunderstood him due to his lycanthropy, which had proven itself to be more than just a physical curse. Remus\' affliction had controlled his life to the point he believed that he had lost everything: his friends, his rightful life, and his desire to exist. With his defeatism came the burning need to fight his frustrations out on the battlefield. In his mind, he had nothing to lose; his existence was something he was willing to sacrifice for those who did know him, those who showed that they cared.

Hearing Severus emphasize the date of the next attack once again made him feel redundant. Clenching his fist, Remus forced himself to calm, not wanting to give Severus the satisfaction of seeing his rage and frustration. Remus returned Severus\' gaze, knowing it would it would annoy Severus. He unclenched his fist and controlled his outward reactions.

Severus saw Remus\' fist clench and quickly relax. The corner of his mouth curled. Maintaining eye contact with Remus, Severus took a slow, deep breath, utilizing the energy from Remus\' emotions before continuing.

\"The Dark Lord believes that it will be most advantageous to attack during the full moon, because the Esbats celebrations bring power and inner strength, increasing the powers of the Dark Lord. He wants three of his Death Eaters returned to him, Lucius Malfoy and both Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. The others are expendable and he doesn\'t care whether they are returned to him - they have failed him too many times.\"

Severus\' eyes moved to meet Remus’ again, confirming his heightened negative emotions due to Severus\' baiting.

\"Now that the Goblins are in full control of Azkaban, it will be very difficult to get in,\" Molly offered.

Molly had noticed after Sirius\' death that Severus would remain at the house slightly longer than before. It may have been only an hour or two more, but it caused Molly to be concerned with even the most minor details when preparing for a meeting. She held a deep respect for the caustic wizard, and even though she knew it was unlikely that Severus would eat while in the Black house, Molly made sure that all Severus\' preferred foods and beverages were available. She, along with several of the other members of the Order, recognized Severus as being an integral part of their plans to defeat Voldemort, and she was willing to do the extra work to let him know that he was appreciated.

Albus stood up and turned to face the group. \"Yes, it will be more difficult for Tom to successfully release his Death Eaters The Goblins agreed to take over Azkaban on the condition that they have full control, which includes fighting to any degree necessary to keep the peace. It will be a violent battle.”

\"Severus, what strategy is Voldemort using to access Azkaban?\" asked Kingsley Shacklebolt in his deep slow voice. The tall, black Auror, who sported a single gold hoop earring and dark brown robes, was a key player within the Order because of his connections inside the Ministry.

Severus respected Kingsley for his ability to fight and the level of intelligence he displayed, but still held a grudge against Kingsley for leading the Ministry astray in its search for Sirius Black, shortly after his escape from Azkaban.

\"He told his Death Eaters to use any means available to us to return his servants,\" Severus answered in a cold voice.

The meeting continued with the laying out of different strategies which, they hoped, would cover all angles of attack while protecting as many Order members and Goblins as possible. At the conclusion of the meeting, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood and made their way to the buffet table.

Ron and Harry were no longer scrawny boys, both having filled out in all the right places. Their increased height and weight gave them the appearance of two bodyguards standing over Hermione. Ron was slightly taller than Harry, and both were heartthrobs among the ladies. Hermione was tall and slender, her hair longer but just as bushy as it had been her entire life. The extra length allowed her to tie it back and keep it out of her way. She had also filled out in all the right places, but kept it hidden underneath her robes. She didn\'t want or have time for a boyfriend. The three were still inseparable, best friends tried and true.

It was close to midnight when dinner served. The three youngest members of the Order were all very hungry, but Ron was so completely famished that he rushed to the buffet without decorum, to quell his stomach\'s protests.

\"Okay, I understand mum\'s motive to provide Snape\'s favorite foods, but bloody hell, the bat never eats here,\" spouted Ron in between bites of apple crisp and pudding. He was always the first to fill his plate and the first to start eating, even if they weren\'t sitting at the table. \"How does mum know that he even likes this if he’s never eaten here?\"

\"She spoke to the house elves at Hogwarts,\" whispered Hermione. \"Dobby informed her of the foods he prefers, but it\'s a waste if you ask me. He doesn\'t even thank her.”

Harry silently watched the members of the Order make their way to Snape, expressing their gratitude and appreciation, yet Severus seemed to be unmoved by the gestures. It was clear that Severus was enjoying the position he held in the group, in his usual smug manner.

\"Come on Harry, fill your plate,\" insisted Ron, handing one to him. \"Mum is too busy gushing over the bat to even notice her children are starving.\"

Harry looked back at Ron and then down at the plate that was being shoved into his abdomen. \"Thanks,\" he muttered, taking the plate and filling it with the delicious foods Molly had spent all day preparing. Glancing back, he noticed that Snape was leaving without even glancing twice in Harry\'s direction. He was grateful for Snape\'s quick departure, but insulted at the same time, considering that it was at his house the Order was based. He would have liked some kind of acknowledgement from the man. The only thing Snape ever offered was an occasional snide comment about Sirius.

\"Come on, love,\" snapped Ron, taking Hermione\'s hand, \"Let\'s go sit at the table and enjoy what mum made, even if it wasn\'t for us.\" She willingly followed, carrying her plate in her other hand.

\"Your mum means well,\" she said, taking that seat the Ron pulled out for her.

Sitting down heavily in his chair and sighing, he said in a calmer voice, \"I know, Hermione. I\'m sorry, but it just makes me mad that she goes out of her way to do something nice and doesn\'t get the recognition she deserves, even if it is from Snape.\"

\"Don\'t take it so personally, Ron. It isn\'t like Snape ever gives a compliment,\" said Harry, joining the two.

\"I know, Harry, but hell, this is my mum and I only want what\'s best.\"

Hermione suddenly stood up and announced, \"Well, maybe he was never taught good manners, but I certainly was.\" She took her cloth napkin from her lap, laid it on the table, and left before Ron and Harry could say one word.

\"Oh gods, she\'s going to lose points from Gryffindor,\" moaned Ron.

Harry smiled at her, watching her determinedly catch up with Snape. \"Leave her alone,\" he said with an amused tone in his voice, \"she knows what she’s doing.\"

Ron shook his head and went back to eating his food. The thought of Hermione facing off with Snape was something he would rather hear about than witness since both had tempers that could not be reasoned with. Just as Severus was opening the front door to leave, Hermione called out.

\"Professor Snape, may I have a word with you, please?\"

His hand was on the doorknob, when he heard her call. He cringed. \'Gods, and I was mere seconds from a clean getaway,\' he thought. Turning to face her, he closed his robes while crossing his arms in one smooth movement. Silently glaring at her, he cocked one eyebrow, implying that she was wasting his time.

Standing tall and proud, she said matter-of-factly, \"Professor Snape, you are a man of intellect, one who pays attention to detail, so of course you have noticed that Molly Weasley, once again, has gone out of her way to prepare an array of delicacies to please your sophisticated tastes. Yet you never stay to enjoy them, or even acknowledge her efforts.\"

Severus was impressed with her bluntness, but keeping his expression solemn, he leaned closer to her, maintaining eye contact, and said in a smooth, deep voice, \"Did it ever occur to you that it might not be the food, but the company I would have to keep?\"

Hermione\'s eyes narrowed as her fists clenched at her sides. Her face turned red from anger and her mouth opened to speak, but she quickly closed it, forcing herself to remain silent. She saw the corner of his mouth curl and realized he seemed to revel in her angry reaction. Forcing herself to calm down, she took a deep breath, noticing that he too took a deep breath, as if they were in sync with one another. As quickly as she noticed it, though, he had nodded and left.

Hermione turned and stomped back to where she had left Ron and Harry who were busy eating. Flopping down in her chair, she crossed her arms and glared in the direction Snape had left.

\"Let it go, Hermione,\" coaxed Harry, \"he\'s not worth it. You have better things to spend that pent up energy on.\"

\"Like what?\" she snapped.

\"Like the transfiguration essay Professor McGonagall assigned us.\"

\"Oh gods, I still need to research the differences between organic transformation and inorganic transformation,\" she squeaked. Jumping up from her chair, she kissed each boy on the cheek, grabbed her book bag and left.

Ron and Harry looked at each other and laughed. They had finally learned a surefire way to distract Hermione when she was fuming: just remind her of a current homework assignment. So far it had worked every time.

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The Goblins had changed Azkaban, giving it a much different appearance from when the Dementors were in control. It now had numerous underground tunnels similar to those at Gringotts, making escape virtually impossible. This night, however, Voldemort won the Goblins maze game. Using Legilimency, Voldemort and Severus were able to locate the captive Death Eaters and direct the attacking Death Eaters to their locations. Both the Dark Lord and Severus waited in the shadows, the full moon illuminating the grounds around the prison and acting as the perfect guide for all in their escape. It was an easy rescue; the only difficulty of note was in following the Goblins around the prison in order to memorize the paths taken. With the aid of several spells, they mapped out the routes for the retrieval of Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Lucius.

As the three prisoners made their way to the main level of the prison, the battle began. Both members of the Order and Goblins took their positions against the Death Eaters who were waiting to escort their colleagues out of the prison.

Voldemort’s plan had not succeeded without complications. Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy escaped injured and wandless whilst Rodolphus did not escape at all. Despite Lestrange having been slain, it had been a good battle.

After Bellatrix and Lucius had been healed, they took their places among the circle of Death Eaters, waiting for their Master to speak. Bellatrix was standing next to the space that had been saved for her husband, Rodolphus. She stood tall and proud with her black hair tied behind her and her hooded eyes looking around at her fellow Death Eaters, exhilarated that she was able to serve her Master once more. Her eyes fell on each of her colleagues until finally she found the one she had been yearning for the most: Severus Snape. It was apparent that the death of her husband did had not affected her in the slightest; she wasted no time making her intentions known.

During the battle, when her husband had faltered in casting an Unforgivable after taking the wand from a fallen Death Eater, Bellatrix had turned her back on him for such an outward display of weakness. He was killed by a curse thrown at his back by a Goblin. She had been shamed by her husband\'s apparent cowardice on the battlefield, now that Bellatrix was back in the circle, a sense of pride overtook her in being a faithful Death Eater and she held her head high.

The Dark Lord addressed his servants, commending them on their success. He waved his wand and over a dozen women appeared, ready and willing to pleasure each of them. As they scattered to select their prizes for the night, Bellatrix made her way to Severus, who was waiting silently in the shadows for her. She wasted no time in throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her and claiming his lips with her own. Severus reciprocated by placing his hands around her waist, pulling her closer as his tongue entered her mouth. It was no secret that the two had been involved and now that Rodolphus was dead, they didn\'t hesitate to display their ardor to all around them. Someone came up behind Bellatrix and tapped her on the shoulder before they spoke.

\"Bellatrix, my condolences on your husband.\"

She stopped kissing Severus, but remained in his embrace as she slowly turned her head to see who had dared interrupt what she had been denied for almost a year. Wormtail stood in front of the couple, looking up at Bellatrix with eyes that were full of admiration.

Reaching into Severus\' robes, she withdrew his wand and flicked it at Wormtail, whispering, \"Crucio.\" Bellatrix loathed Wormtail as much as Severus did, so it took very little energy to cast an Unforgivable against him.

A few of the Death Eaters stopped playing with their prizes for a moment to see who it was that was screaming and bucking under the Cruciatus, but once they realized it was Wormtail, they smirked and shrugged before returning to their activities.

After a few minutes and with the evidence that Wormtail had lost control of his bodily functions, Bellatrix removed the curse and hissed, \"I have no time for condolences, especially from a man who was too weak to assist in my escape. I saw you, Wormtail, hiding in the shadows like a pathetic slug. Come near me again and I will kill you.\"

Wormtail quickly retreated, stumbling over his own feet as he tried to get away from her and back to the Dark Lord for protection. Ignoring him, Voldemort walked past without recognition, making it clear that his usefulness was wearing thin.

Bellatrix turned back to face Severus, only to have him grab her by the throat and shove her against the tree behind her. She winced from the pain.

\"Fuck you, Severus,\" she hissed before spitting in his face. Instantly he backhanded her before wiping the spit from his cheek. He then leaned into her, pinning her body with his and placing his mouth at her ear. She could feel his warm breath against her skin and his hardness grinding into her.

Pulling up her skirt, he found her knickers and tore them off. Roughly shoving his fingers into her, he discovered that she was wet. \"You are nothing but a filthy whore,\" he hissed, biting her neck so that she would wince in pain.

She gasped, but spat back, \"Then be a man, Severus, and fuck me like a whore should be fucked!\" Severus took his free hand and fumbled with his pants, exposing his erection.

\"Touch me,\" he hissed. Bellatrix obediently submitted, reaching down and roughly stroking him until he moaned.

Hoarsely she begged, \"I want to taste you Severus, please.\"

\"Your tastes always include teeth,\" he sneered before biting on her lip, drawing blood. Pushing her hands off him, he grabbed her leg, wrapped it around his waist and thrust into to her smoothly but powerfully.

Letting out a cry of pleasure, she yelled, \"Harder, Severus, harder!\" He began to viciously pump into her, ramming her hips and buttocks into the tree. \"Fuck me like a man!\" she screamed. He squeezed her throat harder, causing her to gasp for breath, but knowing it would trigger her climax.

Within minutes, he felt her walls pulsing and milking his shaft before her body fell limply against his. Severus continued driving into her until he reached his own orgasm and released into her. Slowing down his thrusts, he rode out his climax and then abruptly pulled out, letting her go as he moved away. Her body slid down the tree and onto the ground and while Bellatrix gasped for breath, Severus adjusted himself and fastened his pants. Putting his hand into his pocket, Severus pulled out a knut and flicked it so that it landed in front of her.

\"For services rendered,\" he sneered before walking away.

\"Fuck you, Severus!\" Bellatrix said in a strained voice. Ignoring her, he made his way to the other women to acquaint himself with them.


~TBC