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Loyalties	By : Gemma Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The exchange

A few weeks passed and Thea's reputation grew. Part of her seemed to watch her actions with distaste and a coolness, which was startling, yet a bigger part of her raged and she fed this side of her, knowing that it would sustain her. She had no time for worries, anxieties and fear. She needed to be cold, detached and cruel. A typical Slytherin, she thought often with a wry smile.

Potion lessons filled her with dread initially, then with a burning hatred she didn't want to assess. In no time at all she was back to arguing with Snape, yet this time there was an edge to her words which had been absent before. Often she was held back for extra work, and as usual she finished this as quickly as possible, yet always she managed full marks.

She had even been called in front of Dumbledore, and Thea could tell from his demeanour that although he didn't approve of her recent behaviour he knew that something was wrong, that something had happened since their last meeting. Thea didn't say a word, she just nodded and agreed when she was supposed to, then left as silently as she had entered.

It had been a while since she had heard from Lucius, and she wondered if he had finally grown tired of her. She was unsure whether she was relieved or frustrated, so made a point of not dwelling on the subject, simply focussing herself to one moment at a time.

One evening upon entering her room, one hand holding an oat muffin, the other grasping a large, leather-bound tome on advanced curses and potions, she instantly clocked the letter lying on her pillow. The writing wf cof course highly familiar, and stifling a sigh, Thea opened the envelope and read the note inside.

You have been summoned by His Lordship. Meet me in the usual place tonight as soon as it is fully dark.

-L.

Thea incinerated the letter with an absentminded tap of her wand. She sat heavily on the bed, the muffin falling to the floor already forgotten. Her head rolled back and she stared up at the blank ceiling, and she realised that she felt nothing at all.

Thea stepped into the dark clearing, a leaf-shattered glance of moonlight highlighting one side of her face. Her expression was smooth, neutral and when she stepped towards Lucius, she did so obediently, stepping into his embrace and responding automatically to the crash of his mouth on hers.

It was with an unusual urgency that Lucius took her, pushing her against a tree and holding her arms above her head as he thrust viciously into her. Always one step ahead now, Thea had foreseen her coldness and indifference, her dead feeling inside, and cast a spell to ensure she was completely ready for his touch. He found some kind of respite in her wetness, and she allowed her mind to drift though she said, and did, all the right things at exactly the right time.

When he was finished he waved his wand over her, muttering some charm and she felt the flow of him down her thighs stop. She was clean, her old cloak replaced with a similar nightgown to the one she wore all those months ago.
Looking down she could see that this one was more modest, though the neck was low, the straps tiny and the length short. Still, it wasn't transparent.
'Come here, it's cold.' Lucius commanded, though his voice was as soft as his could be. Slipping out of her shoes, Thea obeyed, glad to feel the wood floor under her feet and the heat of Lucius around her.

For a moment he held her against him, his arms wrapped around her so she was completely enveloped in his cloak. His heat soothed her, leeched through her until her eyes closed and she felt her breathing change to match his own. It suddenly occurred to Thea that this was the closest she could ever hope to come to peace; in the arms of a rapist, a murderer and a sadist. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes, and Thea desperately tried to find the disembodiment of only a moment ago. It welcomed her with open arms.

Finally Lucius touched the port key and still holding each other they arrived at their destination. Lucius did not indicate for her to move, and so Thea looked silently around her.
The room was large and surprisingly warm, the glow of many candles lighting it with an orange heat. A table filled the centre of the room, and was surrounded by many, high-backed chairs in which sat the Death Eaters, their hoods obscuring their faces, though Thea could feel their gaze on her face.

At the head of the table was the largest chair of all, it's backing almost reaching the ceiling. It was made out of intricately knotted wood, shaped into the form of hundreds of snakes writhing around and over each other. On it was the slumped form of a man, and Thea knew it to be Voldemort. She could sense his power beating against her skin.

Although shocked to see how much more solid and larger he looked now, Thea stepped out from Lucius' arms and cloak, and curtseyed low.
'Your Lord. It is a great honour that you called for me.'
Her voice was so strong that it surprised even Thea, and she grasped even harder onto that iciness which was filling her inside.
'Thea.' Voldemort's voice snaked inside her head, probing, igniting, taking what it could.
'You are welcome here. Now sit.'

Silently Lucius glided forwards, grasping Thea's elbow and seating her in a chair at the opposite end to Voldemort, so that she was facing him across the long length of mahogany table.
Lucius moved to sit at Voldemort's right hand.

The meeting started, and Thea kept her eyes forwards only ever dropping them respectfully when she felt Voldemort's gaze on her face. She absorbed everything that was said, storing it away for future use. She was unsure how long they all sat there, but the candles were low, dripping their white wax onto the slab-stone floor by the time Voldemort called for quiet. The room instantly fell into a deathly silence.
'Thea, come forwards.'

Her chair scraping noisily back on the floor, Thea walked towards Voldemort with as much calm and dignity a she could muster. She knew the nightgown sat close to her hips and breasts, that it showed the slight indent of breastbone and rib on her chest and the length of her legs, and this made her feel exposed. But she kept her head up and her stride even.

Reaching Voldemort she kneeled before him, dropping her head, her gaze resting on the hem of his deep emerald robe.
When she felt his hand rest on her hair, it took all her willpower not to flinch away from him.
'You have pleased me so far, young one. I see great potential in you.'
His voice snaked through the room, and Thea could almost feel the room's inhabitants pricking their ears, searching for any hidden meaning in his words, trying to guess what was to come.
'Yet you have a great will and a great temper, and due to this I feel you need. . .' And here he paused, the pause stretching into a laboured silence. Don't say punishment, Thea prayed silently, unsure that she could keep her composure under such circumstances.
'Constant supervision.' Voldemort continued, and Thea's heart drummed hard against her ribcage.
'Severus.' Voldemort called, his voice a confident command.

Thea didn't dare look up, but she heard Snape's chair scraping back as he stood.
'My lord.' His voice was cool, neutral; obedient.
'Pour me a drink.' Voldemort commanded, and Snape came to do the job, picking up an ornate silver jug.
'Three chalices.' Voldemort specified, his hand snaking beneath Thea's chin and lifting her head.
Mercifully she was prepared for his appearance this time, yet her eyes widened in surprise as she saw how human he now seemed. Almost gone was the ghoul of months ago.
'That is right, my pet.' He breathed onto her face. 'I grow stronger everyday.'

Thea swallowed. 'I am glad, my Lord.' Her voice was low, matching his, implying intimacy.
Voldemort threw back his head and laughed, a deep, rolling laugh that rocked through Thea's body and was more a demonstration of power then mirth.
'Drink with me, Severus, Thea.' Voldemort handed Thea a chalice and she briefly noted the candlelight reflected in its smooth, silver surface.
'To new partnerships.' Here Voldemort indicated for them to drink, and Thea did so though her mind whirled as it tried to decipher what he meant be 'new partnerships'.

The wine burned on it's way down, leaving a hot, sedate heat in its wake. Within seconds the room blurred, and Thea swayed ever so slightly.
She heard Voldemort chuckle.
'Yes, no more shall you be Lucius' charge, his plaything. You will belong to Severus from now on.'

A frown creased Thea's forehead, as she struggled to understand what was being said and what this meant for her. Hearing a commotion to her side, she saw the remaining Death Eaters clearing the table, and a rock settled in her stomach.
'My lord. . .' she said, though it came out as a slur, the chalice falling to the floor and pooling it's liquid out onto the stones as she attempted to move.
With a wave of his hand, Voldemort summoned two men to lift Thea from her knees and hold her upright.
'Severus will claim you here for all to witness. In front of many he will take you as his charge, and mark you as is my will.'

Thea wanted to speak, but the words wouldn't come, her mouth suddenly too cumbersome for speech. When the men supporting her lifted her onto the table, panic raced through her and she attempted to escape, though her movements were feeble and weak.

Gone was the emptiness of before, now in her panic she was keenly aware of what was being done to her body, though she saw everything through a haze and had no control over her movements or speech.
'They shall be joined in body and mind.' She heard Voldemort proclaim, and it was then that Lucius stepped forward, his hair shining in the candlelight like white gold, briefly dazzling her.
'I relinquish my hold of her.' He almost spat the words, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. When he held a vial to her lips, and the cool liquid flowed into her mouth, Thea swallowed instinctively and this liquid quenched the fire the other had evoked.

An icy cold began to build inside Thea's head, and it felt as if great pressure was being applied to her temples. Suddenly she cried out, feeling as if a block of ice had exploded inside her head leaving behind nothing but voices.

The voices whispered, twisted and grew until they were a deafening crescendo. Again Thea cried out, this time in a long drawn out scream at the agony that raged in her head. Then the crescendo died, leaving behind only two voices.

My god, Thea thought, the voice in her head now crystal clear like it had never been before.
Don't panic, try to stay calm. Spoke a very familiar voice, and in her weakened state Thea felt a deep fear.
Professor? She thought in a voice that sounded young even to her.
Yes. His inner voice sounded even sterner then the voice she heard everyday at Hogwarts. She had imagined him deeper then this.
Why thank you, his dry voice replied, and Thea felt another stab of fear.
What the hell is going on? She directed at him, her eyes searching wildly around the room, as she felt her arms and legs being tied to the tabletop.

She heard Snape sigh, and it seemed that she could almost feel this out breath of air across her face.
It's a spell. A Dark Arts spell. For now we are linked in mind, which allows us to share thoughts and emotions.
It took some time in her drugged state for this to be understood, but as soon as Thea realised what Snape was saying, she tried to close herself off from him, throwing up mental walls.
A valiant attempt, but that will do no good, Miss Carter.

Thea swallowed convulsively.
I think under the circumstance 'Thea' would be more appropriate. This was more to herself then to Snape, but of course he heard it and her reply was a dry, humourless chuckle.

The glow of the candles around her began to ripple and then spin, and Thea closed her eyes with a groan.
What's going to happen? Thea asked though part of her already knew, and when she heard his silent reply she squeezed her eyes closed and prayed for it all to be over.
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