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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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�� MacNair had gone to
report to the Dark Lord and Snape had used his wand to levitate the unconscious
form of Miranda Vitale to one of rooms Voldemort had told him to secure her in.
Severus� mind swam down some strange corridors; he had seen with his legilimens
that she was not what was expected. That she was no simple muggle; she had the
wizarding blood in her. The Dark Lord knew Furio Vitale did and that was one of
the reasons the Deatheaters had helped the Sicilian Don Bruno execute him. But
it was thought no one else in the Vitale line had any wizarding potential, but
yet this girl did. She was untrained yes, but she was bright and had strong
potential indeed. Snape sensed there was something else about her, but he had
not had enough time to legilimens her mind and find out. It tasked him, and
made him wonder indeed.

�� Using his wand he controlled several sets of
chains and manacles to secure her wrists and feet to the bed. He knew Voldemort
would be in shortly to interrogate her himself. A small part of Severus Snape
felt bad for this, knowing that now that she was discovered to have wizarding
potential it would undoubtedly mean her death. The original plan had been to
merely kidnap her, and use her as leverage to have her father back down from
prosecuting Don Bruno Cardello, but even Snape sensed there was something more
that the Dark Lord was not telling him about this plan. It would make no sense
to just kidnap the girl as leverage when Voldemort could have ordered any of
his wizards to just put the Imperius curse on her father and FORCE him to do
what they wanted.

�� Before he could ponder things more, the door
opened and Lord Voldemort glided into the room flanked by the huge blonde
Deatheater.� Voldemort glanced at
Severus, �Very good Severus, you have done well. Any problems?� the red eyes
seemed to stare into the deepest parts of Snape�s soul.

�� No, my master.�
Snape answered coolly, using every ounce of occlumency to shield his thoughts
from the Dark Lord. �We modified some of the memories of Don Bruno and his
muggle henchmen, but all has gone according to your plan.� He nodded his head
slightly and slipped his wand back in his robes.

� �Disrobe her.�
Voldemort turned to the tall Deatheater who had accompanied him in the room.

�� The giant man, who
would have been quite handsome had it not been for his cold, blue eyes, used
his wand to easily rip Miranda�s clothes from her body. �Want her awake,
Master?� the large man�s sonorous voice asked.

� Voldemort merely
nodded.

�� Ennervate!� the blonde Deatheater
growled and almost instantly Miranda began to awaken, her eyes trying to slide
into focus.

�� She screamed in
terror and tore at her iron restraints, cursing and yelling in Sicilian.

� �Enough!� Lord
Voldemort roared and it was as though his tongue spoke in 30 different
languages at the same time.

�� Instantly the girl stopped fighting, as her
eyes now focused on the tall, terrifying form of the Dark Lord in front of her.
She wanted to scream, she wanted to move her mouth, to be anywhere but here, to
be dead even, but her body was totally not cooperating with her.

�Now,� Voldemort continued in his dark but icy cold tone.
�Let us see what we truly have here, hmmm? Are you as good as I hoped for?�

� Snape briefly closed
his eyes, �Then Voldemort already knew,
already had inkling� his mind told him. He stood rigid watching his master
hover over the girl.

� One of the long
spider-like fingers reached out and ran across the girl�s naked flesh and she
trembled violently where the Dark Lord touched her. �Crucio�. Voldemort casually said.

�� Miranda�s screams
of agonizing pain and terror filled the room with such ferocity that Snape
thought his eardrums would burst. Her body writhed and contorted within the iron
manacles, pulling against them so strongly that they cut into her flesh causing
a trickle of blood to stream down her wrists.

� �Lovely.� Voldemort
straightened up.� �Such sweet song you
make dear child.� He chuckled in a high, cruel laugh. After a few more moments
he ended his torture on the girl and let her hang in exhaustion within her
restraints, sweat and blood dripping off her.

�Now lets see exactly what we have�� almost effortlessly
Voldemort had climbed on the bed and atop the girl pinning her down beneath
him. One of his long icy hands gripped her sobbing face forcing her eyes to
stare into his cruel red ones. �I want to know all about you, Miranda.� His
voice was hard, eager, �and TELL ME THE TRUTH!�

� Snape could feel the
total power of the Dark Lord�s legilimens skill as it ripped through her mind.
Severus could see Miranda was attractive indeed. The olive skin complexion and,
long dark hair and dark eyes of her Mediterranean Sicilian heritage, but he
knew none of that mattered to the Dark Lord. The Master would never be swayed
by beauty, only cruelty and power.

�� The girl lay rigid,
trembling beneath the tall but light form of the cruel Dark Lord as he probed
deeper and deeper into her mind. Occasional small twitches from her restrained
hands but not a single peep did she make. Her eyes just were fixed vacantly at
the tormentor over her.

� After a few minutes
Voldemort got off the bed and his long fingers absent-mindedly stroked his
gaunt, skull like cheek. �Interesting.� He said to no one and all of them.

�You,� he pointed to the huge, muscular Deatheater. �I want
you to use her well, exhaust her, lame her a bit, but do not hurt her
seriously. Not yet at least.�

� The tall man just
nodded and began to casually strip off his robes. Voldemort glided over to
Severus. �She is a witch,� he spoke low to Severus� ear only. �But untrained,
undisciplined. This I already knew. What I didn�t know was that she was an
animagus.�

� Severus said nothing
but worked harder on keeping up his occlumency shield. He merely nodded at the
Dark Lord.

� �This one should be
interesting to break, subvert and torture to my will�� Voldemort glanced
briefly now at the huge muscular Deatheater who was now completely naked and
was crawling atop the terrified struggling girl. A single hard slap from him
momentarily stunned her. �And if she doesn�t break and turn to my will, her
death can be most rewarding.� Voldemort turned now his full attention back to
Severus, �Go have Lucius come see me, he�s a much better horseman than you I�m
afraid, Severus.�

� �Of course, Master.�
Severus worked hard to play his part and quickly exited not wanting to see
exactly what the tall Deatheater had planned for his victim.
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