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Yaaay! I got a review for my first ever f.f. And it is posotive. Thank you �sansa.� Even if you change your mind further into the story, you�ll always be remembered. This one is for you Hon. I luvyaluvyaluvya. lol

This is just a background chapter. Nothing too heavy. Next one will be better. Usual disclaimers.

Chapter 2 A visit to the Dark Lord
Harry Potter sat by the window in his bedroom at number 4 Privet Drive. Looking out at the stars. Wondering what Ron was doing. If Hermione was enjoying her holiday in France. How the Weasley twins, Fred And George were doing with their business. Harry had given them his winnings from the tri-wizard tournament to help them open a shop. The bedroom didn�t feel like a bedroom to Harry. It felt like a prison. When Hogwarts closed for the summer, Harry had once again been made to return to the Dursley�s. Hedwig, his owl, the only way he had of communicating with his friends in the wizarding world was locked in her cage. Harry�s wand, books and everything he owned was in the cupboard under the stairs. The same cupboard that was Harry�s bedroom until Uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia began to realise that there may be repercussions if he was forced to continue sleeping in there. When Harry had received his letter from Hogwarts the Dursleys had flown into a panic. Now when he came back during the summer holidays they kept him locked up in Dudley�s second bedroom. Two weeks he had been back and he had not had word from his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He wanted to write to Albus Dumbledor and let him know that the pains in his scar had been getting more frequent over the last three days. He wanted to ask Ron if he could come to the Burrow. He wanted his scar to disappear. He wanted Voldemort to die. Most of all, he wanted to be a normal wizard. Doing what normal wizards do without having to be the on that everyone relied on to save them from Voldemort. He hated being �The Boy Who Lived.�

Slowly, he was turning in on himself. Closing himself off to everything and everyone.

Just as he was about to get ready for bed, there was a crack. With a start he turned round to find Bill Weasley standing there, grinning at him. Bill was one of Ron�s older brothers. He worked as a curse breaker for Gringotts, the wizarding bank.

Hi Harry. I�ve come to take you to headquarters. Ron�s there waiting for you.�

�I can�t. All my things are locked up.�

�Yeh. Ron said they would be. You get yourself sorted in here, I�ll go get your stuff.�

�POTTER!�

Harry�s face had a look of panic.

�Don�t worry Harry, I know how to deal with bullies like your Uncle Vernon.� Bill waved his wand at the door and went to deal with the Dursley�s and collect Harry�s trunk.

Five minutes later they were standing outside of 12 Grimauld Place. Hedwig had been released and allowed to make her own way here. Two weeks cooped up in a cage had not done a lot for her temperament.

They walked up the front steps and walked in. Trying to creep down the hall so as not to wake the portrait of Mrs Black.

Just as they were passing the stairs, Ron came running down. �Harry. Boy am I glad you�re here. Bill wouldn�t let me go with him to pick you up.� He scowled at his brother.

�Ron you can�t expect me to apperated back here with both of you Harry�s trunk.�

�Well I�m here now. I everyone okay? Have you heard From Hermione? What�s the news on you know who? Why are we hare and not at the Burrow?�

�Err�.D�ya really want me to answer all that at once Harry?�

Ron and Harry turned when they heard Bill�s laugh. �Mums in the kitchen waiting to feed you up Harry. She�ll have my head as it is for not being back sooner with you.�

The three headed into the kitchen. After usual hugs and hair tousles from Mrs Weasley, telling him that he was too thin and too pale, Harry was sat down at the table as Molly Weasley put a large bowl of stew and dumplings under his nose. �Eat up Harry dear. Theirs treacle tart for afters.�

Harry�s brooding was put on hold for a while as he enjoyed the company of his best friend, and the attention of Molly Weasley.

That night, for the first time in two weeks, Harry went to bed feeling a bit more secure and not hungry. Even his scar was not hurting that night.

The next morning Harry woke to find Hedwig perched on the end of his bed while Pig, Ron�s screech owl, was whizzing excitedly around the bedroom and annoying her. He grinned to himself. Today he would not feel down. Today, everything would be good. He hoped. If Harry thought that the pain in his scar had been bad over the last few days, it was nothing compared to the reason and results behind it.

Up in the infirmary at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey was busy trying to save the life of Severus Snape. He was unconscious and covered in blood. Among the injuries he had been brought in with were suffering from broken bones, multiple lacerations, dislocated joints and internal bleeding. To name but a few. Poppy was not sure that she could save him this time.

�Three days Albus. Three days he�s been with that monster and look where it�s got him�Us. If he survives this it will be nothing short of a miracle. It must not be allowed to go on Albus. Please.�

�I know Poppy. I have pleaded with him to stop, but he wont. He feels he owes a debt to everyone for the mistakes that he has made in his past, and this is the only way that he knows of to seek retribution for those mistakes. I believe that he would welcome death with open arms if it were offered.�

�That�s terrible Albus. He was a very young man then. Has he not paid enough?�

�He does not think so. He is still a young man Poppy. He has never forgiven himself for joining Voldemort. He refuses to socialise. He shuts himself off from everyone that would help him.�

�He should be married with a family by now. That�s what he needs. The love of a good woman. But one with a strong mind who would stand up to him.�

Dumbledor smiled. �Now that I would truly love to see.�

The castle was empty of the many dunderheads that graced the castle during term time. Now they had all gone for the summer and Severus was feeling almost human. He had spent the last week catching up on his reading, putting together his lesson plans for the following year and stocking up his ingredient stores. He preferred to get everything out of the way as soon as possible so that he would be free to work on his own potion experiments. He and Albus were sitting in his private dungeon quarters with a bottle of good brandy and discussing the latest lycanthropic issues. Snape wanted them all put on some deserted island where the soil was rich in silver deposits. If there was such a place. Which he doubted. �Pity.� he thought.

�Severus. They did not ask to be in that condition. Would you also wish the same treatment for all of the children that have been bitten?�

Snape did not get chance to answer that question as pain suddenly fired up his left arm.

�Ahh. He wants you then.�

�I would say so, yes.� Snape�s� voice was strained as he spoke. The Dark Lord did not like to be kept waiting. Donning his Death Eater robes and mask, he left the room without another word. As he reached the point just outside of the gates, he put his right hand to the mark on his left arm and dissapperated.

He re-appeared in Malfoy mansion and headed towards the main sitting room. A favourite for the Dark Lord when he was here. Quietly opening the door just enough for him to enter, he sidled in as quietly as he could. Trying not to be noticed, he slowly edged his way around the side of the room, hoping to catch any bits of information before his name was called. His eyes darted around the room. Their were seven young women and two young men tied up naked on the far side of the room. All of the females and one of the males were openly crying. The second male was trying his best not to do so. They were all under silencing spells at the moment. It would be removed later when the entertainment, namely the muggles began. The open terror on their faces was some thing Snape did not enjoy seeing and his eyes did not linger on them. He counted around forty Death Eaters in attendance. He could see Lucius Malfoy along with MacNair, speaking with their Lord. Before he had a chance to go closer his name was called.

�Snape. You have decided to join us I see.�

As was the way with all who were called forth by Voldemort, Severus went down on his knees, head down, and crawled towards the hideous, snakelike creature that was once Tom Riddle. When a pair of scaly feet came into view he prostrated himself.

�Rise and be counted Snape. What news do you bring me?�

Snape stood, still keeping his eyes downcast and kissed the hand that was held out to him. �Nothing as yet master. Things are quiet within the Order right now. The boy wonder has been sent home for the holidays and Dumbledor is acting like the fool that he is.�

� I am disappointed Snape. How long is it since you last brought me any useful information?�

�Quite a while My Lord.�

�I was hoping that you would join in with our entertainment tonight. However�. I think maybe you should be part of it instead.�

Severus braced himself. He knew what was coming next. He was expecting it ever since he arrived. Dumbledor had had nothing that he could give him to appease the dark lord at present and had asked him not to answer any future summonses. But the dark mark could not be ignored. If not answered it would eventually drive a man insane.

�CUCIO!�

Snape fell to the floor feeling like his blood was boiling in his veins. His muscles began to spasm and his joints started to dislocate. He felt his bowels and bladder empty, out of his control now. One after another his bones began to break. He wanted to scream but his voice would not obey him. Just when he was about to blissfully pass out the spell was lifted.

�Wormtail.� A tubby bald little man with decidedly rodent like features appeared at the dark lords side, wringing his hands nervously, his nose constantly twitching.

�Yes my lord.�

�Clean up this filth in front of me and take him over to the Lestrange�s. They have wanted to play with this one for some time now. Lets give them a treat. But be warned. I want him kept alive.�

Right then they were the last words that Severus Snape wanted to hear.

After taking his wand from him and handing it over to Voldemort, Wormtail scourgefied Snape and the floor and dragged him by the feet over to an area by the window where Ballatrix and Rudolfus Lestrange were stood. They both had hungry looks on their faces.

So for the next three days, Snape was their new toy. They took great delight in healing some of his injuries, just to re-inflict more of their own. He was never healed enough to be able to put up any kind of a struggle. Just enough to be able to feel each new horror that they inflicted on him. He was beaten, whipped, raped repeatedly by both of them. Especially Rudolfus who could only get off if he was inflicting pain. The more the better. With the right potions, Belllatrix took her fair share from him too.

So it was that when the revel ended, Snape was dumped unceremoniously out side the gates of Hogwarts, by a person or persons unknown. It was only by chance that the caretaker, Argus Filch happened to notice the bundle of rags just beyond the gates when he was doing his final rounds that evening. It was twilight and he could just make out the dark blood matted hair of the potions master. His wand at the side of him. He ran inside and raised the alarm and Albus and Poppy carefully took him inside.

It was almost two weeks before he woke up. Under the expert and gentle care of Madam Pomfrey, he was clean, his bones were mended, his joints were back in place and all of his lacerations and bruises were healed. The longest to heal were his internal injuries. His spleen had been ruptured and he had a collapsed lung. Both of his kidneys were badly bruised and his rectum had been severely torn. Most of the blood vessels in his eyes had burst during the curious and he had bitten his tongue so badly that Poppy had to remove it and send it to a specialist unit at St, Mungo�s for repair. It was a further two days before it was returned for re-attachment.

Now Severus was sitting up in bed, scowling at an unphased Poppy and demanding his clothes.

�Severus. You are simply not well enough. I refuse to let you go back to that damp dungeon of yours and start messing with your cauldrons.�

�My dungeons are not damp. Now bring me my clothes woman so I can get out of here and go get some proper food, instead of that slop that you keep forcing down my throat.�

That �slop� as you call it has helped to keep you alive. It�s full of nutrients. Your tongue has spent two days at St, Mungo�s and hat to be re-attached I�ll have you know. You can�t eat regular food yet. Maybe in a day or two I can let you have a little mashed potato and mashed vegetables with gravy.�

�Baby food! No. I want proper food. I want meat!�

He sat there with his arms folded across his chest and a scowl his face.

�And stop pouting Severus. Honestly, I have never known anyone sulk as much as you.�

�I do not pout. Nor do I sulk.�

�Yes you do and don�t raise your voice to me.�

When he opened his mouth to speak again she threatened to but a full body bind on him and spell him into silence. He huffed but kept quiet.

Albus laughed from near the doorway. He had heard most of the argument and agreed whole heartedly with Poppy. Severus could sulk like no other.

�Albus. You talk to him because he is driving me insane.�

From his bed he opened his mouth to speak again, but when Poppy pointed her wand at him, he snapped it shut again.

�Severus. Are you being difficult?�

He raised an eyebrow at the headmaster but kept his mouth tightly closed.

And so it went between Poppy and Severus until on the seventeenth day after he had returned from the Dark Lords side, that he was finally allowed to leave the hospital wing.

Fortunately, he was not called back to Voldemort for the rest of the summer and was finally able to do the work he had planned.

He spent his days in his private lab, experimenting on his potions. Evenings were spent in long discussions with the headmaster. Of course, When he was feeling randy there were visits to Madame Bridget�s, over in Hogsmead. A very discreet establishment where the women were reasonably clean.

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