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Secretly Slytherin	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 31: A Chat With Dumbledore
Helena shook her head, still thoroughly confused by what had transpired within the last few minutes. She stole a look at Severus, trying to figure out from his expression what was happening, but he was standing with his arms crossed and his gaze fixed upon the toes of his shoes, and his long, black hair was covering most of his face. The little that was visible seemed determined and somber.
"Well," continued Dumbledore, taking out a sweet for himself and, with a shrug, putting the box back in the pocket of his robe, "I could begin by berating both of you, but I suppose that I should give you a chance to explain the situation to me."
He looked quizzically over at Snape, but he was still in the same position, determinedly not meeting either Dumbledore’s or Helena’s gaze. The Headmaster’s blue eyes, when they settled on Helena were sad and thoughtful, but she gratefully found a hint of kindness in them. Still, neither Snape nor Helena spoke.
Dumbledore sighed loudly. "I must stress to both to you that this is a very serious situation," he began.
"More serious than you know," replied Snape, still not raising his head. "Show him your arm, Helena."
She started. Both at the request and the fact that he called her by her first name. The fact that he would refer to her so familiarly in front of the Headmaster seemed somehow absolutely absurd to her, no matter how obvious the nature of their relationship might be. She stared at him, still trying to figure out why he had done what he had, and why he had now called Dumbledore to his chambers. She considered the thought that perhaps she had been completely hoodwinked by Dumbledore also, that somehow he was also dedicated to the service of Voldemort and that his reputation as his most formidable enemy was a carefully planned façade.
She swallowed and gathered up her courage to approach him, as she rolled up the right sleeve of the robe. She thought to herself that if Dumbledore took one look at the mark and smiled with approval, she would dive backwards to where her wand still lay on the floor, pick it up, and attempt to perform "the killing spell" on herself. If she hadn’t gone completely mad by then, of course,
So, it was something of a comfort to see Dumbledore’s faintly puzzled look turn into a formidable frown, and see his color visibly drain away from his face the second that his eyes focused upon the ugly scar. His eyes closed for a moment, and then he reached out for her arm with both hands, holding her firmly by the wrist as the fingertips of his other hand gently, tenderly stroked over the site. She held her breath, expecting the motion to exacerbate the pain that still lingered there. Instead, the motion seemed to soothe and anesthetize the spot, although she was disappointed to see that it remained as dark and clear as it had before.
Abruptly, the Headmaster released his hold and clasped both hands tightly around his knees. "Severus," he began, and Helena found herself shrinking back at the sound of his voice. There was not a hint of kindness in those blue eyes now, and she selfishly and thankfully noted that his anger was directed towards the other man. He rose to his feet. "I think you and I should go back to my office immediately to discuss this outrage." The tone of his voice made it sound like an order rather than a suggestion.
"No, Albus," replied Severus, finally rousing himself and bringing a hand up to wearily massage his neck for a moment. "I’m afraid Miss Harrison has little reason to trust me to begin with. If I have any hope of her believing the truth about why I have done this, she needs to hear me explain it to you."
"Then you best be quick about it," warned Dumbledore. After a moment, he composed himself once more and sat back down on the couch.
Severus began to pace up and down the room, his hands jammed into his pockets and still avoiding looking at either of them. Helena found her legs growing weak and tired and looked around the room for another chair. Seeing none, she forced herself to move over to the couch and sit down on the far side of the sofa, as far away as possible from where the Headmaster was seated.
"You know," began Snape, "That I was called to a Death Eaters’ meeting very soon after the term started."
"Yes," replied Dumbledore. "And that you seemed especially upset when you returned."
"For good reason," he replied, stopping in front of the fireplace and leaning against the mantle with both hands. "We have known that Voldemort’s trust of me was precarious at best. I was sensing an increased amount of distrust from him, and it seemed I, in turn, was being entrusted with much less information and being repeatedly asked to prove my loyalty to him. I was doing my best to placate him, when he came up with another demand."
Dumbledore waited silently for him to continue. Snape turned to face him, flicking a quick glance in Helena’s direction before continuing.
"He ordered me to find a virgin, specifically one of my own students, and to have intercourse with her, willingly or not. And to bring back the proof that I had done what he asked."
Helena managed to keep her expression blank as a jolt of surprise ran through her. He had told her, while she had him under the influence of Veritaserum, that he had needed to obtain a sample of ‘Virgin’s Blood’, and that he had made their first intercourse rough and brutal in order to make sure he got a plentiful supply of the prized potion ingredient. But, he had not revealed that he had done so under orders from Voldemort himself.
"I would assume that as evidence you had done what he wanted, you were to bring him a sample of the ‘Virgin’s Blood’ shed during the act?" asked Dumbledore quietly.
"Yes. And also proof that it was I who had obtained it, which I assumed, meant that my semen should be mixed with it. And I knew that he would not wait long for me to follow his orders. I spent a few desperate weeks trying to fabricate the material, but the small amount of ‘Virgin’s Blood’ which I had been able to buy was years old, as I was easily able to tell from testing it. No doubt, Voldemort intended to test it as well, and would never have been fooled. And if Voldemort demanded that I bring the student before him so she could be tested for a match, it certainly would have been useless. I did consider the possibility that within my own house, there were girls who would be willing to consent to intercourse with me, either to further their families ambitions or to receive preferential treatment at my hands. Unfortunately, there seems to be a dearth of virgins, at least those of the age of consent, in Slytherin House at the moment. And, if I was forced to actually comply with his request, I was determined that the student be at least eighteen years of age. So, I was seriously debating what to do. I was hoping to stall. IF I was called to his side I would have asked for more time, claiming that I had to be careful not to arouse your suspicions."
"Why didn’t you come to me?"
Snape sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Because I thought it was useless to involve you. And because I was beginning to consider the possibility that I would have to use a Lust Potion and an Obliviate spell."
"At any rate," he continued, leaning back against the mantle and crossing his arms in front of him again, "I could not see any scenario that would be acceptable to you. And I had decided that if I was reduced to such drastic methods that it be best that you not be a party to it."
"I see." Dumbledore’s tone was icy and disapproving.
Helena stared over at Severus, trying desperately to make him meet her eyes. She knew he was treading on very thin ice as it was, and she didn’t think that Dumbledore was going to like hearing about him using ‘Lover’s Weed’ on her. She desperately wanted to help, to jump in and collaborate with Snape on making the story more palatable, but she was unsure just exactly what he intended to say. And, until she did, it was best she said nothing and keep her expression as neutral as possible.
Snape was staring at his toes again. "And then, due to an unfortunate and serious accident in Potion’s Class-" He hesitated for a moment and considered his next words.
Helena felt her heart give a small leap of excitement. She had hoped that she would be able to interject something soon that would save Severus from having to admit to seeing the pictures, as it would, no doubt, lend a more sinister air to his seduction of her. It was best, she decided, that Dumbledore not know how much a desire to avenge himself upon her for her unkind pictures had factored into his decision to pursue her as a possible target of seduction.
"Professor Snape was forced to give me a detention. And, for my punishment, I was given a dose of Veritaserum so that he could test it for the Ministry," finished Helena.
***Always begin with the truth, and take it from there***
She took in a deep breath and stood up, her own eyes trained on her own fingers as they twisted nervously in front of her. "And, from the questions he asked me, he found out that I was eighteen-" she hesitated herself and took in another breath. "And that I was very attracted to him. And very anxious to lose my virginity."
She raised her head and looked into Dumbledore’s concerned, wary eyes. "Professor Snape asked me repeatedly if I was consenting of my own free will to…..to have intercourse with him. And each time I answered him, very honestly, that I was."
Now, she hadn’t actually lied, but she certainly had painted a much more prosaic picture of the situation. She certainly didn’t think it would help Severus to tell Dumbledore that the week of being tormented by sexually explicit dreams of Snape, orchestrated by himself, had only accentuated her desire for him that had already existed.
"So," replied Dumbledore, very slowly. "You obtained the ‘evidence’ that you needed, Severus?"
"Yes, Albus."
"And Voldemort was satisfied with the ‘gift’ you gave him?"
"He seemed very satisfied, and reassured of my loyalty."
Dumbledore sighed again and closed his eyes for a moment. "And, no doubt, he had a specific use in mind for such a precious and potent ingredient."
"I am sure he did."
Helena glanced at Snape.
"As long as you had gone to the trouble of obtaining it, it is rather a shame you do not know how he used it," noted Dumbledore grimly, opening his eyes.
"Yes," agreed Snape, laconically. He seemed more ashamed of his failure to find out that information than anything else he had admitted to so far.
"I’m afraid it could be used in a number of ways to enhance and quicken the return of his control of all his powers. But, be that as it may, you continued the affair?" Now Dumbledore’s eyes were icily cold.
"Yes, he did. Rather at my insistence," broke in Helena. "In fact, I threw myself at him."
Dumbledore’s blue eyes moved back to Helena. "My dear, I can not say that I will hold you blameless in this situation. But you must realize that Professor Snape’s duties and position dictate that he is ultimately responsible for ensuring the propriety of his relationships with the students. With all of the students, even those who are of age and attracted to him. If he wished to pursue a relationship with you, he should have waited until you were no longer a student of this school."
His eyes shifted back to Snape, but to Helena’s surprise there was more sadness than anger in them now. "Were you that lonely and desperate for companionship, Severus?"
Snape met his eyes, but shook his head and laughed shortly. "You are too kind. It was more a primal, sexual need in the beginning. But, I will admit that my enjoyment of the affair was accentuated by the fact that Helena is a remarkably accomplished and mature young woman. It was very flattering to find that such a pretty and intelligent young witch was so apparently attracted to me."
"I see." Dumbledore’s tone was decidedly neutral. "Well, if you are going to use someone for your own ends, the fact that they are attractive and willing to be used is an added bonus." The last words had an undeniable edge of sarcasm.
Helena cringed. It did not look as though the Headmaster was inclined to forgive Snape for his behavior. For a moment, lurid headlines from ‘The Daily Prophet’ flashed in her brain: "Sex Scandal at Hogwarts!", "Passion in the Potion’s Class", "Severus Snape: A Sinister Seducer of Students?"
With difficulty she pulled her mind back to the present and caught the last part of Severus’ words.
"-certainly can offer no excuse. But, I am afraid the situation is even more complicated than it initially appears."
"Indeed," replied Dumbledore. Then, inexplicably, a small sparkle of amusement began to shine in his eyes. "I’ll assume then that you did not realize when you began the affair that Miss Harrison was Lucius Malfoy’s daughter?"
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