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Warning: This chapter contains torture. If you can't handle torture, I'd suggest skipping it and petting a bunny instead. ;)

“Hello? Is anyone here?” Molly called as she stepped through the floo in the study of Grimmauld place. She’d never seen the house so empty. Brisk footsteps sounded from the stairs.

“Oh Molly, you’re early. I didn’t expect you until noon,” Remus said with a strained smile.

“Yes well, I thought we could have a bit of tea first. I’ve heard the most interesting things from Tonks,” She said with a twinkle in her eye.

Remus blushed. “Yes, well-“

A bloodcurdling scream interrupted his next thought. It was cut off as quickly as it began but Molly had already heard it. “What on earth was that?” She asked, heading for the stairs.

“Oh I imagine it’s one of the portraits messing about again. They’ve become quite contrary lately,” Remus lied smoothly.

“That didn’t sound like one of our portraits,” Molly said slowly.

“Oh trust me, it was. Why don’t you set up the tea and I’ll run upstairs and check just to make sure.”

“Alright Remus, still two sugars?” She said suspiciously.

“You always remember. Thank you Molly. I’ll be back in a jiff,” He said, running up the stairs and into the room Hermione and Alex were in. They hadn’t bothered to ward it since they were the only ones there. The sight that met him when he opened the door made his stomach sink.

Hermione was writhing in pain on the bed. Blood poured from her nose as she thrashed about. He walked past the ward barrier and was treated to an ear splitting shriek. Still, to her credit, she appeared focused.

“What on earth?” Remus breathed.

“The Dark Lord is torturing Draco,” Alex said sadly as he dabbed at the blood running down her chin. Hermione started glowing softly and he quickly climbed in bed behind her. “Quick, pin her feet! She’s got to calm down or Draco will react.”

Remus snapped into action, grabbing the poor thrashing girl’s feet and holding them forcefully to the bed. He watched in fascination as Alex started to glow a very soft indigo color. Hermione’s own golden one sought it and calmed somewhat. Suddenly, she went limp and the light went out.

“Is it over?” Remus breathed.

“No,” Hermione croaked.

“Can’t we give her anything for the pain?” Remus asked softly.

“No,” Alex whispered. “Besides the fact that pain potions make her loopy and she needs her wits about her, it wouldn’t do any good anyway. It’s Draco’s pain she feels and not her own. A pain potion wouldn’t touch it.”

“Hang in there Hermione,” Remus said softly as he released her feet. “Molly has arrived early so I might be out of pocket for a while. Send me a patronus if you need help.”

“Thank you,” Alex said sincerely and then looked down and the exhausted girl in his arms. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up sweetheart.” He set about tidying her up and conjured a cool glass of water for her to drink. She’d barely taken a few sips before it started again.

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Draco was in agony and yet, strangely enough, it wasn’t nearly as painful as some of the other curses he’d been hit with. It was a paradox but he had no time to dwell on it. He felt the Dark Lord entering his mind again as he writhed on the floor from the curse. He almost panicked until he felt Hermione’s presence, holding up the walls in the back of his mind. Thank Merlin she could still concentrate through the pain.

He didn’t know how long the Dark Lord had held him under the curse before he finally stopped the onslaught. Draco took a few moments to assess the damage. He’d heard his ribs crack so it was no surprise that his lungs felt like they were on fire. His limbs felt like they were intact, always a good thing. He knew he was bleeding through his nose and mouth. He’d bitten his tongue but not through. It would be an easy fix. He could still see. Satisfied that he wasn’t completely broken, he pushed himself off the floor to kneel, ignoring the pain radiating down his spine.

“Now Draco, tell me, are you prepared to do better for your Lord?” Voldemort said coldly.

“Yes Milord,” he said in a raspy voice. He was pleased he hadn’t screamed out during his curse but that didn’t mean that his throat wasn’t raw from all the convulsing.

“You don’t seem entirely happy with your reward. Is there something you find wrong with it?” Voldemort said slowly.

“I would be beyond honored with whatever it is you decide I am worthy to receive Milord.”

“Yes and yet the prospect of taking Parkinson as your wife doesn’t have you quite motivated enough. I see that she has let her station go to her head and has forgotten her place. We will have to deal with that later. For now, is there something else that might inspire you to do your best?”

It was a trap. It had to be. Draco frantically thought of anything that he could say to dig himself out of this hole he’d somehow dug but there was nothing for it. Taking a deep breath, he decided to try what Hermione had suggested months ago at the Bach Ranch. “I would ask only for my mother’s wellbeing Milord.”

“Is that so?” Voldemort hissed. “You’d pass up the chance for a pureblood union just to save your dear mummy?”

Draco mentally cringed. “There is plenty of time for a union Milord, after you have come to full power.”

“So I see,” Voldemort hummed. “And you will show me results if I guarantee your mother’s wellbeing.”

“I will either way Milord,” Draco said softly. “I would consider my mother’s wellbeing a most gracious gift on your behalf.”

“Curious, you have no concern for your father.”

Draco snorted in disgust. “He is weak, a coward. He failed you. He is nothing to me.”

Voldemort made a humming noise and walked around Draco once more, gently prodding and poking about in his mind and hitting him with a few curses, trying to coax information out of him without his knowledge. Unfortunately for him, Draco had fine-tuned his mind to catch even the tiniest flutter of disturbance. He fed his Lord several images of his worry over his mother, nothing over the top but enough to show that it meant more to him than a quick shag or taking a wife. He also sent him his feelings on Lucius. It wasn’t hard to twist his disgust to something related to his failure.

“Very well,” Voldemort said, satisfied with what he’d seen. “Your reward shall change. In exchange for a job well done, I guarantee that your mother will not be harmed in any way. Fail me, and you’ll both pay the price. Understood?”

“Yes Milord,” Draco said reverently. “You are most gracious.”

“Only the best for my loyal servantssss,” Voldemort hissed indulgently and bade him to rise. He did so very slowly and painfully.

“Now,” Voldemort said, turning around. “Severus?”

Severus yanked Melody up from the makeshift table he’d transfigured from a rock and dragged her across the room. “She is ready my Lord.”

“Excellent,” Voldemort said, clasping his hands in a sinister fashion. “Give her a wand Severus. I want to see her block spells.”

Severus pulled her birch wand and his blackthorn wand out of the sleeve of his robe where he’d stored them before they’d entered. He felt the strong pulse from her wand, a side effect of having a bit of himself embedded in it. He imagined that Alex felt the same thing when he held it. Her head was bowed in submission, not allowing her to see his movements. He poked her in the shoulder with it and she reached up to grasp it gently. She was still terrified of breaking it. He really couldn’t blame her. Convincing Fawkes to pluck his own feathers had been quite the task.

“Take your stances,” Voldemort hissed and bade everyone to remove their masks for the demonstration.

Melody, supposing to not know the layout of the room, merely tilted her head to the side in question.

“Three steps backwards will put you on the right side of the room and six paces from me,” Severus said swiftly. Then he turned and took three large steps, spinning around with his wand at the ready. Melody bowed her head and shuffled back three large steps. She took her unusual extra relaxed stance and held her wand limply. There were soft murmurs around the room both laughing at her and concerned that this would go badly.

‘Let’s take a few with us shall we?’ Severus broke into her mind and her lip twitched in amusement. She bowed her head further down, signaling her acceptance of his challenge.

“On three then,” Voldemort hissed and counted off.

Severus struck hard and fast with several stinging and blasting hexes. She countered with mere shield charms and a few innocuous jelly legs jinxes and had to bite back a cruel chuckle when several Death Eaters fell from the blocked hexes. He struck a bit harder seeing his success and hearing Voldemort’s chuckle of amusement.

Suddenly, one stray hex meant to cause a broken limb went hurdling towards Draco. Seeing it coming, he merely flicked his wand and it hurdled off toward the side, striking Greyback in the leg. The werewolf howled out in pain and clutched at his shattered limb.

“Enough!” Voldemort said curtly.

Melody and Severus immediately lowered their wands. Draco caught her eye and quickly tapped on her walls. She permitted him inside and he projected his thoughts. ‘That one was for you. We’re even.’ She ducked her head to hide her smirk.

“I wonder…” Voldemort said, stalking around Melody and studying her closely. “How would you do blindfolded?”

She remained silent but tilted her head. Severus gave her permission to answer. “The same sir.”

“Severus, blindfold her,” Voldemort ordered.

Snape nodded his head and took out a black silk ribbon from his pocket. He walked behind her to tie it and whispered in her ear. “It’s entirely non-magic. Can you see through it?” She tilted her head to let him know she could. “Ready my Lord,” Severus drawled and walked back to stand beside his Lord.

“Good. This time, I think we’ll give her an opponent she can strike against. I noticed she only used shields and minor jinxes.”

“Of course my Lord. She isn’t allowed to strike at her master,” Severus drawled smugly.

“Bellatrix my dear, if you would be so kind,” Voldemort hissed and he and Severus stepped out of the way.

Belatrix swaggered to the middle of the room, cackling her delight. “I would be honored my Lord.” She took her stance and scoffed when Melody merely lifted her wand a bit. “She mocks me!”

“That is her stance Bella,” Severus snapped.

Voldemort chuckled. “It is a rather amusing stance indeed. Go on Bellatrix, cast the first hex.

Bellatrix bowed her head and cast a silent blasting hex. Melody barely twitched her wand and blocked the curse, sending it hurdling into an abandoned corner of the room. Bellatrix sent several hexes in succession and Melody merely held a shield until she was done, yawning loudly and mocking the half-crazed woman. Bellatrix screamed in frustration.

Smirking at her outrage, Melody cast her first hex. Bellatrix was flipped upside down and hung precariously by her ankle. She held her dress down with one hand and tried to get a bead on Melody with the other. Raucous laughter filled the room at her plight.

“PUT ME DOWN YOU LITTLE BITCH!” Bellatrix bellowed shrilly.

Melody shrugged and twitched her wand. Bellatrix landed on the floor with a thud and an outraged scream. She popped up and cast several cutting hexes which Melody blocked efficiently. They went skidding off into a deserted corner. Sensing that Bellatrix wasn’t going to play anymore, she straightened up a bit and started casting stronger curses.

The duel got nasty in a very quick fashion. Burning, breaking, and other hexes most foul were hurdling through the air. All of the Death Eaters had taken to holding a permanent shield in front of them. Draco and Severus took joy out of stealthily disabling a few of them wandlessly and watching the surprise of the Death Eater when they were struck. The duel continued for several minutes.

Melody had finally had enough. She knew that she couldn’t last much longer without lashing out and giving herself away. She lifted her wand and made a vicious slashing motion while wandlessly casting a powerful shield while no one was looking. Bellatrix hurdled through the air sideways, spinning like a top and smashed into the far wall. She slid down it, unconscious and baring several razor-like cuts all over her body.

Outraged at his wife’s treatment, Rodolphus sprang forward and made to slap Melody full in the face. The red head quickly dodged it and swept his feet out from under him, landing a hard chop to the throat and rendered him unable to breathe for several moments. She stepped back and held her wand at the ready, seeming to startle when Voldemort clapped loudly.

“Well done, well done. You’ve defended yourself both magically and physically and all while completely blind,” Voldemort drawled and then viciously yanked the silk cloth off her of her face. “LEGILIMENS!” He screamed and entered her mind. She fell hard to her knees under the onslaught but managed to make her mind black, only sounds and feelings were able to be retrieved.

Voldemort viciously tore through her mind, leaving her with a pounding headache and blood gushing from her nose. Satisfied, he pulled out and she collapsed on the floor, breathing harshly. It was a very good thing she was as good at occlumency as she was or they would have been killed on the spot.

“Your mind is black,” Voldemort said darkly.

Melody pulled herself up to kneel and nodded, tilting her head in question. Severus gave her permission to speak. “My eyesight is gone, sir. I see only darkness without my Master. If he is near, I see only shadows. All of my memories for the past seventeen years are the same.”

“Show me your childhood!” He snapped and yanked her face up to meet his. “LEGILIMENS!”

He viciously tore through her mind again and she fed him vivid images of when she was little. She was careful to show him only the muggle memories so he couldn’t see the magical vision she was bestowed with. Visions of life at the ranch with a muggle work force, riding horses, and various activities that her sister wasn’t involved in rushed between them.

“Show me your training!” He hissed. “Your sister. The first time you met Severus. I want to see it all.”

Melody took a deep breath and began manipulating the images of her youth so he couldn’t see the magical auras that surrounded each one. She showed him the first time she’d set fire to her rat in transfiguration, her sister laughing at her inability to cast a simple spell without it blowing up, and finally, that night in the bar that she’d met Severus.

Voldemort slowed down and let that night play through slowly. She was straining to keep his aura hidden while trying to enjoy the memory. Despite the cruel manner in which Severus had treated her, it was a great memory. Voldemort chuckled darkly when he saw his potion master’s young frame viciously spanking her for being a brazen tart.

“Show me your bond,” Voldemort said softly.

Melody had known this was coming and showed him the memory she’d cobbled together the day after Hermione had suggested it. It was actually the core switching ceremony in which she’d based it but just after he’d sliced her hand open to procure her blood, she made the visions go black. All that could be heard was her screaming in fear and pain.

Voldemort pulled out and left her trembling in exertion. He walked back and forth, examining her from all angles, as one would do to livestock. “You were not gentle with her Severus and it was her first time.” He chuckled. “What were your ages?”

“She was sixteen my Lord. I was twenty.” He answered softly.

“Sixteen? My, my that is quite young, is it not?” Voldemort drawled.

“I did not care,” Severus said darkly. “She was there and she threw herself at me. What’s a wizard to do?”

The room burst out in laughter. Voldemort raised his hands to silence them. “Indeed. Willing flesh is so hard to walk away from. Perhaps you’d like to show us how you punish your brazen slave?”

“Of course my Lord. I will need a free wall,” Severus drawled, inwardly cringing at his appointed task.

“I believe we can handle that,” Voldemort said graciously and motioned for everyone to back away from the far wall. A set of manacles appeared as well as a small table filled with all manner of whips, chains, and knives.

Severus grabbed Melody by the hair and practically dragged her across the room. She didn’t make a sound as she scrambled along, trying valiantly to keep up. When they were there he spun her around to face the wall and manacled her hands above her head. Then he conjured another set to manacle her feet a shoulder’s width apart. Finally, he flicked his wand and her robes fell to the floor and he dispassionately kicked them away. He’d purposefully chosen this wall because her back was directly to the crowd. I was a very small comfort but the only one he could afford her.

He walked over the table and fingered all the implements. He’d not healed the initials that he’d carved into her back with his fangs the night prior. There were two reasons for that. One being that he couldn’t very well lick her back in front of everyone. The other was that he thought it would amuse the Dark Lord to see that he was so possessive over his slave as to leave his initials everywhere. It also put her firmly in the place of a possession rather than a person which the Dark Lord knew all about, the psychotic maniac.

Severus picked up a long strip of leather. It was rather harsh and unyielding, almost closer to plastic in its brittleness. On closer inspection, he noticed that it had tiny spikes imbedded into it, almost like a set of vampire gloves but these were meant to rip flesh rather than pierce it judging from the spike’s flared ends. He knew that Melody could take a fair amount of pain but starting with this would decrease her stamina. He’d have to warm her up with something less harsh.

He found a simple whip and set to examining it. Noticing that everyone was getting restless he walked over to Melody and murmured into her ear, playing that he was taunting her. “Is there anything on that table that isn’t charmed to strip flesh?”

Melody let a shiver ripple through her entire body, satisfied when she heard the leering comments in the room. “The only thing I saw was the chain. It’s charmed to sting but not cleave. That whip is charmed to burn and that belt, well you already saw that,” She murmured under her breath, knowing that no one else could hear but him.

Severus sneered and stepped back, viciously smacking her bum with his bare hand. The sound echoed off the walls and caused a loud murmur to descend upon the room. Melody gasped loudly in shock and then shivered again. Seeing that they preferred his first attempt, he viciously smacked her several times, making sure never to overlap his swats. When he was done, her entire bum was bright pink and she was softly sobbing. He felt horrible and leaned in, pretending to mock her as he silently asked after her wellbeing.

“I’m not sure what’s worse Sev,” she sniffled. “Having to do this publicly or the thought that I enjoy it to a degree.”

Severus sighed inwardly. That was the part he hated the most. She usually garnered such enjoyment at this treatment and he was practically ruining her. Merlin knew what Voldemort would ask him to do to her next. He just hoped that she’d forgive him after this. Knowing the next step would cause her to cry out and wishing to spare her that humiliation, he conjured a ball gag and quickly tied it into place. She gave him a muffled thanks.

He continued slowly, both to put on a show and to let her endorphins kick in so it wouldn’t be so bad. He reddened her arse and thighs with his bare hands and practically cringed when he noticed how wet she’d become. He could see her shame in the way she hung her shoulders and felt a tiny piece of his resolve break. How could he do this to her?

‘Severus Snape, if you back down right now I swear to Merlin I’ll have your bollocks on a platter,’ she hissed. He flinched, realizing that he’d let his walls down enough for her to break in his mind. He knew she could batter them flat if she tried but it had been too easy. He had to refocus and her goading was helping. ‘Now, next step. They’re getting restless. I’d rather burn than bleed though if you don’t mind.’

Taking her lead, he stepped back and took aim with the whip that was still in his hands. He’d have to have finesse for this. A normal whip could be manipulated to strike as he wanted it but this whip was spelled to be nasty no matter how gently he swung. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and struck. Her muffled wail made him want to vomit. He lashed again, wanting to try and create an even pain rather than letting it die down in between. She could handle it much better if he did it that way.

Draco couldn’t help but flinch as Severus mercilessly whipped Melody’s back. Her muffled cries mingled with the loud cheers and lewd comments that filled the air. Her back was welted every place he’d struck her. Severus seemed to be painting the same pattern of spider webbing as he’d initiated before. He rested for a moment and reiterated why she needed her punishment.

“You disobeyed your master,” Severus drawled, fighting to keep his words even. “In addition to your previous discretions which you haven’t atoned for yet, you broke several other rules in the presence of my Lord.” He set the whip down and grabbed the belt he’d conjured earlier. He set his sights on her abused bum, wanting to give her back a rest. With each comment, he delivered three quick swats to her bum and thighs.

“You spoke out of turn.” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

“You wailed at my Lord.” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

“You spoke with that vampire.” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

“You doubted my orders when Lucius touched your brand.” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

“You snorted at my Lord.” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

“You will not disobey me again, will you?” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

Melody forcefully shook her head no. He repeated himself and smacked her again. One more time, she viciously shook her head no. Her shoulders were wracked with sobs. Nodding, he vanished his belt and ran his fingers over the welts and newly blooming bruises on her back, bum, and thighs. To everyone else, he seemed to be admiring his handy work. However, he was lacing her skin with a mild numbing charm to take some of the agonizing burning away.

“She does make a lovely canvas for your portrait Severus. I think all of us here appreciate it,” Voldemort drawled and then looked pointedly toward Draco who’d just barely managed to keep his face in a mask of smooth disinterest. “All of us except young Draco here.”

Draco’s head snapped around to Voldemort. “Pardon Milord?”

“Yes Draco, I noticed that you did not enjoy the show as the others have,” Voldemort said slowly, gesturing to the pointing and jeering Death Eaters around the room.

“No Milord, you misunderstand. I enjoyed my godfather’s punishment of his slave very much. I just find it in poor taste to be vocal about it,” Draco said smoothly.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and sent a hex at the blond who had the audacity to speak to him in such a manner. It felt like a burning whip had been sent through the middle of his body and he felt the tell-tale trickling of blood running down his back to let him know which curse it was. He’d be losing a lot of blood tonight. Thankfully, he’d only been hit with it once.

“I apologize for my boldness Milord,” he said hoarsely.

“Do not presume to speak to me again in that manner Draco,” Voldemort hissed and the boy bowed his head in apparent shame at his mistake. “Nevertheless, I wonder if you would not get more enjoyment being part of the action. Perhaps you would like to give Severus’s slave her last set of stripes before Severus takes his pleasure of her.”

Both Slytherins felt their heart sink into their shoes. “Pardon me, Milord, but I believe that godfather only allows his slave to bear the marks he gives her and no one else’s.”

“An astute observation,” Voldemort drawled. “However, I think you could use some guidance in the subtle art of punishment. Severus, would you be so kind as to teach your godson this art form? It takes a master craftsman to mark a person so fully and yet not break them. That is the key you know, to push them to the brink and even over without breaking them completely. It’s then that the truth comes out.”

Severus resisted the temptation to snap his eyes shut and clench his fists. Such physical actions would earn him a severe punishment and knowing that both Melody and Draco were in bad shape, he needed to stay in one piece.

“Might I heal only his stripes when he is done my Lord? I do not mind teaching the boy at her expense but I prefer her to wear only my own punishment.” He knew that it was a very risky thing to ask but at least he could cast a few charms to help Melody deal with the pain. She was a rock, tears slipped silently down her face but she refused to make a sound other than a muffled cry every now and then.

Voldemort rubbed his scaly chin for a moment. “Can you remove only Draco’s marks and not your own?”

“Yes my Lord. It is quite a simple matter of spelling the tool of his choice to a magical signature that can be taken away with the flick of my wand. The pain will remain but the marks will vanish.” It was a lie. Severus would take everything away, pain and marks and what little feelings she had left in her back, but it was a lie he was willing to risk.

Voldemort chuckled wickedly. “Very well. Let Draco have his turn, instruct him how a true master yields a tool and then take them away. Afterwards, we will talk about her future. Draco?”

Draco nodded and strode to the other side of the room, careful not to limp. He was certain that he had a cracked hip but he refused to show any weakness. It was bad enough that his robes now stuck to his body, slick with his blood. He looked at Severus with cool eyes but there was a hint of worry in them. Severus stared back, his onyx eyes blank, emotions carefully concealed behind them. He silently went over to the table and picked up a cat of nine tails, thankful that he’d been curious one summer and taught how to wield it properly by the very man who was supposed to teach him now.

“Be very careful with it,” Severus said. His voice was below a whisper and not detectable to the human ear. Thankfully, both of them had enhanced hearing. “It’s charmed to gouge deep but at least it’s only to puncture. Use light flicks and try to keep it spread evenly to avoid ripping the flesh.”

Draco took a deep breath and silently prayed to Merlin that he could go through with this. His hands shook slightly and he listened to his godfather begin to drone on about how to handle the weapon. He kept one ear out for his godfather and tried to reach Hermione through his mind.

‘I can’t do this!’ He cried in a panic.

‘You must. You’ll only get hurt more if you don’t. Melody will forgive you. She knew this was coming. We all did. We’ll get through it and put it past us,’ Hermione gently reassured him. She was in agony and could only imagine how hard it was for him to stand tall and not give away how hurt he was.

‘I don’t think I can forgive myself. I swore I’d never hurt a woman,’ Draco half sobbed in his mind.

‘Think of it as saving her life,’ Hermione said softly. ‘Draco, I love you. I won’t think any less of you for this and neither will anyone else. I’ve told Alex what’s been happening and he doesn’t blame either one of you. Courage Draco.’

Draco centered himself once more and noticed that Severus was winding down on his speech. He was glad he’d heard it all before. Of course, he’d used some very brutal alternatives in this speech but he didn’t need to hear those. Severus stepped behind him and positioned his hands and body to get the optimum amount of coverage. From his point of view, the lashes wouldn’t hit with quite the snap from the angle that he’d been placed in.

He raised the brutal weapon and brought it down in an arc, making sure to land it squarely on her middle back. Severus had explained that it was the least sensitive place on Melody before they’d gone to see the Dark Lord. He snapped it back towards him in a reverse manner so that the spikes on the end wouldn’t tear the tender flesh. Melody threw her head back in a silent cry before thrashing a bit. Severus growled and stalked up to her, viciously swatting her inner thighs with his bare hands repeatedly until she quit moving and hung limply by her arms.

Draco raised the implement again and brought it down right below the first strike. This time, the red head took it better. She merely arched her back and let out a muffled cry. He hesitated the next time, trying to aim his next move. It only earned him another slicing whip hex from the Dark Lord, who had grown tired of his stalling.

Not wishing to endure further punishment, he brought the cat of nine tails down several more times in succession, careful to never strike the same place twice. Melody eventually sagged from the manacles like dead weight and Severus called a halt to her punishment.

“Is that sufficient my Lord?” Severus drawled.

“Yes, I think so,” Voldemort said thoughtfully. “I believe our Draco has a rare talent for doling out punishments.” He drawled and the room broke out in loud cheers. “You may remove her marks Severus and then we should talk.”

Severus flicked his wand several times, muttering several different incantations. They took away the marks that Draco left, healed the flesh, and left a cooling sensation in their wake. Then he cast another numbing spell on her back. He couldn’t cast a strong one or she’d lose the ability stand or react properly. When he was satisfied, he walked back over to join the Dark Lord.

“You wished to speak with me my Lord?”

“Yes Severus. Your slave intrigues me. Even though she is only a half blood, she is quite skilled. I’ve been told that she has a sharp tongue and knows how to wield it. I’m impressed with her fighting skills, both magical and muggle. For being a blind witch, she is incredibly adept at getting around. I see that she also has a penchant for the Dark Arts and seems to instinctively know how to encourage your students to excel in them. Let us not forget that she is also exceptionally obedient and can take her punishment gracefully. I take it as a reflection on your skills Severus.”

“Thank you my Lord. I was merely following your excellent example,” Severus cooed indulgently. It turned his stomach to kiss the Dark Lords boots but this was how he’d slithered to the top.

“You are most welcome Severus,” Voldemort hissed. “I wish to make her a member of my inner circle, but it seems we have a dilemma. I cannot mark her as one of my own because your bond will not allow it. I understand that you can’t lift the bond.”

“No my Lord. It is quite permanent,” Severus said, the perfect amount of remorse leaking out in his inflection.

“Pity,” Voldemort mused. “I also understand that you can mark her as many times as you’d like.”

“Yes my Lord,” Severus acknowledged nervously.

“Then I propose this. I know that she is unswervingly loyal to you Severus and she can’t betray you. However, you two might not be within reach when I contact you. I wish for you to put a simple extension charm of your own Mark on her. This way, when I call you both, she will feel it. I’ll also be able to summon just you alone.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know how to place such a mark my Lord.” Severus breathed, his heart beating furiously in fear.

“I will show it to you in a moment. Do you agree to this?” Voldemort asked. It wasn’t really a question though.

Severus breathed in through his nose and took a second to think about it. The mark on Melody’s skin would only be an extension of his, used only to call her. That would negate her swearing allegiance to the Dark Lord. He also thought that it would negate swearing allegiance to himself as well. After all, it was merely like a very painful magic mirror embedded into her skin. Perhaps she could find a way to take it off later. Besides, it wasn’t as if they had a choice. To say no would mean death.

“Of course my Lord. I will do whatever you wish, so long as it won’t upset the bond,” he said reverently, hating himself for possibly condemning his best friend to a lifetime of blindness.

“Very good. You may finish striping her Severus and then I want you to take your pleasure from her.”

Severus was hard pressed not to vomit. They’d known that this was probably coming. In fact, that was the whole idea behind the previous night, to lose themselves in each other before they were forced to. ‘Can’t rape the willing Sev,’ Melody had purred but he still felt as if he were violating her body. Instead, he nodded and walked back over to the table, grabbing a bamboo cane.

Melody actually enjoyed canings quite a lot and this one wasn’t charmed beyond intensifying the pain, at least that he could see. Running his fingers over it, as if testing for flexibility, he detected another charm that intended to break bones should it hit them. He’d be careful to land it on the fleshy part of her bum and thighs. He laid several swats onto the target area and noticed large purple welts forming. He set the cane down and started to walk over to her.

“Now, now Severus. I believe you missed one,” Voldemort drawled, pointing to the first belt he’d picked up, the ones with the flared spikes. “I also believe you’ve abused her back enough, don’t you?”

Severus nodded serenely but inside he was absolutely fuming. Sure, he’d lashed her breasts before but this took it to an entirely new level. Hating himself, he walked over to Melody and freed her feet. She took the opportunity to straighten them up and bend her knees slightly. “I’m so sorry,” he breathed as he went to turn her around.

“It can’t be helped,” she murmured softly. “Just make it quick and then let me fall to my knees. I’m not sure I can take much more.”

“Alright,” he said as he unhooked her hands and slowly pivoted her around. She let out a hoarse cry when her abused flesh hit the rough wall. The room broke out in peals of laughter. “What of the mark?”

“I think it will be alright,” she breathed around the gag and into his ear as he went to re-chain her. “If it is what I think it is, it’s just a sensing charm. It senses the difference in the pulse of the call as to whether he wants just you or both of us.”

“If you’re sure. Brace yourself,” Severus breathed and she felt a ghost of his lips on the shell of her ear as he turned away. She had to fight back a serene smile. He hadn’t lost himself and for that she was truly grateful. This next part would be horrible and having to face everyone would be the worse part. Pain was easy to tolerate but humiliation was worse than anything she could imagine. She felt horrible for Draco who was valiantly fighting down his disgust and horror.

Suddenly, Severus appeared in front of her again. His aura was pulsing with disgust. It was clear that this was the very last thing he wanted to do. He lifted the belt and landed several hard belts to her breasts, both above and below her nipples but never hitting direct center. The spikes dug into her tender flesh and pulled, ripping tiny chunks away. She felt the blood start to flow about the fourth hit. The cheers grew louder and louder until they seemed to blend into white noise. She was in agony but it couldn’t be helped. She could tell he’d tried his hardest to numb her beforehand.

Severus stopped when her chest was coated in a thin sheen of blood. His nostrils flared and he fought down the urge to lick her wounds. The caps on his teeth were doing their job, keeping his fangs firmly in place. Oh, but her blood smelled delicious. His thoughts flickered to the previous night and the first time he’d bit her. The taste of chocolate truffles filled his mouth and he drank down the sweet nectar, thankful that he wasn’t condemning her to a life of sexual servitude with his indulgence. His cock stirred in his trousers at the thought, causing him to be both horrified and relieved that he wouldn’t have to work to get it up.

He stalked over to her and roughly undid the manacles, breathing the same naughty words he had uttered the previous night in her ear. ‘That’s it Sev, it’s just like last night,’ she said, breaking into his thoughts. His nostrils flared again as he was once again assaulted with the delicious scent of her blood. Smelling the blood had always been the hardest part, harder even than having to endure watching the suffering of those he was helpless to save. It was always the thirst.

Melody fell to her knees in an exhausted cry, too tired to stand up after her arms were freed. Severus viciously yanked the ball gag from her mouth. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Thank you Master. I deserve so much worse. I’ll never disobey you again,” she whimpered hoarsely.

“You’ll remember this day, won’t you slave?” Severus asked vehemently.

She nodded vigorously. “Oh yes. Please Master. I’ll be so good. Please let me show you how good I’ll be.”

Severus sneered. “Very well. You’ve accepted your punishment well slave. I’ll let you suck my cock as a reward.”

“Oh thank you Master!” Melody squeaked and lunged forward, grasping at his robes. He parted them for her and she fumbled her way to his crotch. He groaned when she brushed against his filling member. Steadying her hands, she undid the buttons and took out his length. Massaging it gently, she tried to slow her breathing down so she could take him in. Finally calm enough, she swallowed him whole. He roughly yanked her head back and forth, intermittently gagging her and causing her jaw to ache.

She blocked out everything else in the room, the lewd calls, the cheers, the evil man staring her down from afar. All that was left was her and Severus. She told herself she wasn’t being unfaithful to her husband. After all, they’d all shared a night together in preparation for this. Instead, she focused on Severus’s pleasure. It had been just as hard for him to hurt her like this as it had been for her to take it. He was hanging onto sanity by a thread, she knew. She’d have a lot of convincing to do to help him overcome this day. How long had it been since they’d arrived? She’d lost track of time.

Severus felt the impending signs of his release. He roughly yanked her head back. “Open your mouth whore!”

She obeyed, opening her mouth wide and stroking his tumescent length with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. He jerked a bit and came silently, spurting cum all over her mouth and face. She obediently lapped it up, swallowing repeatedly and wiping the excess off with her fingers, sucking his essence down as if it were honey. When she was done, she cleaned him off and tucked him back inside his trousers.

Voldemort chuckled. “She seems to have another talent. I believe that’s everything for today.” He dismissed everyone except for Severus, Melody and Draco. The Death Eaters popped out quickly leaving a still unconscious Lucius on the floor.

“It seems that Lucius got more than he bargained for.” Voldemort chuckled and looked at Draco. The boy screwed up his face in disgust and contempt. “Why don’t you see your father home?”

Draco looked up. “I’m sorry Milord. I’m unable to apparate. Besides, why shouldn’t he just be kicked out like the cowardly trash he is?”

Voldemort laughed evilly. “Yes, I do believe that would be fitting. WORMTAIL!” The cringing rat-like man came scuttling into the room, bowing and scraping. “Scoop Lucius off the floor and dump him in Knockturn alley.”

Wormtail bowed and ran over to the prone man on the floor. He hauled him up by the armpits and disappeared with a pop. Draco merely sniffed and shook his head, leaking the thought ‘Good riddance to bad rubbish’ when he felt the Dark Lord enter his mind again. He heard a cruel chuckle for his efforts.

“Come back with me and we’ll set about marking your slave Severus. Draco, you may come too. We’ll need a second.”

Draco really didn’t like the sound of that but he shuffled along behind, hoping that everything would be alright. They gathered in the Dark Lord’s study. It was dark and warm. Draco figured it was designed to suit his reptilian nature. He bade them to sit down and called for Nagini. The snake slithered in and Melody immediately stiffened, passing her reaction off valiantly as her legs giving out from under her. Luckily, Draco was right behind her and swiftly caught her. Her blood slicked skin made it hard for him to gain purchase.

“It seems that your slave has had enough for today Severus,” Voldemort mused. “Clean her up and dress her.” He walked over and sat in his chair, petting Nagini who had slithered up to him.

Severus obeyed immediately, flicking his wand a few times. He said a few spells to staunch the blood flow, scourgify the blood, and redress her. She hissed when the material hit her abused flesh but bravely said nothing. Only a single tear slid down her face. Draco righted her and helped her to the floor to kneel. He figured it was safer for her there.

“Now, what we are going to do requires that she have my Mark embedded in her skin.” Voldemort jumped right into his explanation. “The incantation is morsmordre inaedifico. In her case, this mark will be used only for calls since it requires an allegiance to me for the other spells to work. You’ll add vocant to the end to add the extension charm.”

“Is that all it will require my Lord?” Severus asked stoically.

“The rest I will give to you directly,” Voldemort hissed and then whispered, “Legilimens!”

He implanted all the knowledge that Severus needed directly into his mind and then motioned for him to start. “Draco, you’ll need to lend him your arm as a copy.”

Draco was no fool. He knew how this was going to work. Melody would experience the discomfort of the tattoo but he would have to relive the horror of receiving it. It was a thousand times worse than any cruciatis. He knew he was having to do this to pay for his mistakes but prayed for strength and Hermione’s sanity.

Severus wasn’t a fool either. He knew that the moment everything was said and done, Voldemort would obliviate the knowledge from his brain. Therefore, he slipped into Melody’s mind and implanted everything that the Dark Lord had showed him. She gave a wry smile but ducked her head so no one could see it. ‘I’ll be just fine Sev. Don’t worry about it. My vision will stay.’

Breathing a sigh of relief, he touched the tip of his wand to Draco’s mark, hating what he was fixing to put the boy through. He whispered consilium imitari and then brought his wand to Melody’s left forearm. He held his finger over the Celtic knot symbolizing her marriage to Alex and took a deep breath.

“Morsmordre Inaedifico Vocant!” He bellowed, concentrating very hard on just adding the ability to be called.

Melody hissed in pain as she felt the ugly black tattoo burn its way underneath her skin, forever marking her as a minion of the Dark Lord. She almost smirked at the thought. Imagine, she had the power to manipulate the Mark with the thoughts in her head. Knowing that Voldemort wouldn’t be taking any chances, she concentrated not on the stinging pain, but on erecting a mental shield. She surreptitiously grabbed on to Severus’s arm to draw a bit of his magic within her to place the mental shields in front of the valuable information, making them obliviate-proof.

Draco was writhing in pain. Unable to hold back anymore, he screamed in agony. He felt the Dark Lord enter his mind once again and was hard pressed to keep his walls up. He saw snippets of his and Hermione’s fight in D.A.D.A., the one they’d had the first day they went back to class. He saw his taunting her in front of her housemates. He saw him roughly push her across the classroom in anger. Draco was careful to show only abject hostility and contempt for the mudblood girl.

Satisfied, the Dark Lord pulled out and lazily stroked Nagini’s head while he watch the boy scream in agony and his right hand wizard’s slave hiss through her teeth at the considerable amount of pain she was in as well. He wasn’t worried about them knowing the secret to the marks. He would obliviate that moment from them all when this was over.

It took a long time for the tattoo to work its way underneath her skin and take hold but it finally happened. Shaking in exhaustion, Melody collapsed into Severus’s arms, making sure to touch some part of his skin to hers. They’d need to be strong for this to work. Severus gathered her strength as well and built his own shield. They didn’t know if this was going to work or not, having never tried it before but it was worth a shot.

Draco lie panting in the floor, his body wracked with aftershocks of both the cruciatis earlier and the branding. He smelled Melody’s burned flesh and gagged a bit, breathing slowly through his mouth to quell his nausea. He felt Hermione creep forward through his mind, as if sensing what was coming. Together they held a wall up at the front of his mind.

“Obliviate!” Voldemort hissed three times in succession and then smirked when he saw the blank looks his servants gave him.

“My Lord?” Severus asked in confusion.

“It worked beautifully,” Voldemort drawled smugly, convinced that his secret remained safe. “Let’s test it out shall we?”

He grabbed Draco’s arm and placed his wand to the Mark. Draco hissed as he felt the call flow through him. Severus winced and clutched his arm. Voldemort nodded and then tapped Draco’s Mark again. This time, both he and Melody winced and clutched their arms.

“Perfect,” Voldemort breathed. “Now, it’s nearly dark. I suggest you get yourselves cleaned up and head back to the castle.”

“Of course my Lord,” Severus said, bowing his head and picking himself up off the floor. He grabbed Melody and yanked her up. Draco picked himself up off the floor and shuffled over to them. They painstakingly made it out the door.

“He’s got a tracker on us,” Melody hissed.

“Spinner’s End,” Severus whispered and took Draco’s arm, spinning in place and disappearing at the same time Melody did.

They landed in the floor in a heap. Melody cried out loudly as her abused flesh was jostled around. Draco wheezed and grabbed his side. His ribs had shifted uncomfortably and now were in danger of puncturing a lung. Severus yanked the caps off his teeth and stuffed them in his pocket, allowing his fangs to elongate and an enraged hiss escaped him.

Melody held her hand out and he gave her the birch wand. She flicked her wand a dozen times. “There, the charm will stay on the chairs for about half an hour and then disappear as if going to Hogwarts. Now, who remembers being oblivated by that son of a bitch?”

“I remember everything,” Severus drawled. “It seems as though the shields worked.”

“I remember too,” Draco wheezed. “Hermione helped me block it.”

“That’s good to know,” Melody choked out. “Sev, the snake is a horcrux.”

Severus pinched his brow. “I wondered as much. How in the devil are we going to get near her?”

“It’ll have to be closer to the end,” Melody mused. “Otherwise, he’ll sense something is up.” She looked over at Draco and her eyes widened. He was clutching his head and rolling up into the fetal position. “Sev, the bond is tearing. They’ve been away a very long time and with all that torture, it’s too much.”

“We need to get you two healed first!” Severus snapped and yanked a bag out from behind one of the chairs.

“No time Sev,” She said, watching as Draco started convulsing. “Grab everything you can and let’s get out of here.”

Severus nodded and cast a blanket cushioning charm. Then he took his arm and swiped every last potion he had down off his shelves and let them fall into the bag. The charm kept them from breaking. Then he grabbed Draco in one arm and Melody in the other and apparated to Grimmauld place. Alex was outside in an instant. He scooped Melody up in his arms and flew inside. Severus did the same with Draco, running as fast as he could to the upstairs bedroom. He was nothing more than a blur but he did happen to notice that Molly was in the kitchen with a tired looking Remus.

He placed Draco on the bed next to a nearly unconscious Hermione. Their magic flared the second they touched but the glow was very weak, signaling that they’d been pushed to the absolute brink. His heart sunk to see them in such shape. He forced his eyes over to the other side of the room. Alex had Melody stripped and lying on the bed, healing her breasts first since they had the most damage. She lay there stoically with closed eyes, thanking whoever she could that they’d made it out alive.

Severus marched over and opened his bag. He couldn’t heal Draco until the bond was a bit more stable so he settled for pouring an antiseptic over Melody’s wounds. He shook his head in disgust. There were no words.

“Stop beating yourself up Sev,” she croaked. “You pushed it to the very limit as it was. You saved us both. Don’t punish yourself for that.”

“I got you into this in the first place.”

Melody chuckled. “Would you like me to call my sister? She can show you the tangents where you weren’t involved. I’m sure you’d be singing a different tune after that.”

“I can’t imagine it being worse,” Severus said brokenly.

Melody gave a bitter chuckle. “If you believe getting beaten to a pulp and then gang raped by a bunch of dirty diseased Death Eaters not being worse than a carefully orchestrated whipping, you need to seriously rethink your priorities.”

Severus bit his lip hard in an effort to stop the bile that was rising up his throat. He supposed that this was a much better alternative but the image she’d just presented him was too vivid to ignore. He gently cupped her cheek and gave her a soft peck on her abused lips. “Forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive you for Sev,” Melody whispered. “Now, if you two will please put me out of my misery, I’d thank you.”

“What?” Both he and Alex snapped.

“Damn it, I’m frustrated, as sick as that sounds. You two sink your fangs in me right now and let me pass out from the pleasure. You can work on Draco for a while after that.”

Blinking owlishly, the two men were shaken out of their shock by a growling Melody gently slapping their cheeks. It would be better for her to rest a while although they weren’t sure they agreed with her method. Still, she’d been through so much. To grant her this wish was practically nothing. They each chose a side and sunk their fangs into her neck. She cried out hoarsely and shuddered from the intense pleasure their fangs brought her. A few suckles into it and she’d passed out completely. They pulled back and licked their bite marks clean. Then they carefully flipped her over and let her rest with her back exposed to the open air.

“Merlin,” Alex breathed when he saw the mess her backside had become.

Severus felt sick again. “I had no choice,” he croaked and then leaned down to heal his fang marks on her back. He’d been careful not to strike them and noticed that Draco hadn’t hit them either.

“Well, it’ll be painful but there appears to be no permanent damage. She’ll scar if we leave it too long but Draco is bleeding out. He’ll need to be healed soon,” Alex choked out.

Severus nodded and walked over to the couple who were shaking in pain. They’d managed to press their foreheads together and they were holding hands but Draco was far to hurt to do more. “The bond is very weak,” Severus whispered. “They can’t be separated.”

Alex nodded and disrobed Draco with a wave of his wand. Hermione cried out in horror when she saw her husband’s abused form. He had two angry red lashes crisscrossing his torso. Blood oozed out of the wounds. Bruises littered his pale skin and she felt the pain radiating from his ribs.

Alex shook his head. “I don’t know this curse.”

Severus scowled. “It’s a hex that the Dark Lord himself created. Only a handful of wizards know the counter. Luckily, I am one of those.” He quickly stripped off his Death Eater robes and placed his bare hands on the nearest lash mark. He sang an incantation and watched as the wounds slowly knitted back together. When he was done, he dug through his bag and pulled out a blood replenishing potion to pour down his godson’s throat.

The two men worked over Draco’s tortured body for a long while. Hermione stroked his forehead the entire time while silent tears flowed down her face. They apologized for not being able to give her pain potions. She waved them off, more concerned for Draco’s wellbeing that her pain. It was a considerable amount too. She was so proud of him for being able to handle it.

Just after they’d gotten his ribs sorted out, he started convulsing. Hermione curled up in pain, trying hard to endure it while keeping contact with a shuddering Draco. “Is there anything for it?” She bit out.

“I’m afraid not my child,” Severus whispered, not caring what he’d just called her. He was concerned for both his godson and his best friend who was still unconscious on the other bed. Finally, Draco stopped jerking around and relaxed.

“There isn’t anything else we can do right now Draco,” Alex said regretfully. “I’m afraid you’ll have to just tough it out.”

Draco gave a bitter laugh. “What else is new? I’ll be fine. Just… can I have a pain potion…for Hermione?”

Alex smiled gently. “Sure kid.” He gave him a bottle and got up to tend to Melody. It took him a few hours to heal most of the damage done to her back. She was still unconscious due to the deep sleep he’d put her in. He stood up and stretched, bones cracking from such a long stint in one spot. “She just needs a scarring cream Severus.”

Severus nodded and put the book he’d been reading down. He’d let Alex handle all of Melody’s healing, too disgusted with himself to look at her. He knew she was in good hands. Draco and Hermione were fast asleep on the bed, hands intertwined and foreheads touching. He didn’t look forward to moving them. “We need to get back to the school.”

“I don’t think any of them are strong enough to leave here on their own power,” Alex mused. “Do you think Lupin could give us a hand?”

“I’m sure he could. Is Molly still downstairs?”

“You can hear her endless chattering yourself Severus.” Alex snorted. “Patronus it is. Expecto Patronum!” A large bear emerged and awaited his instructions.

AN: Hello again everyone! I hope the wait wasn't too long. My thesis presentation is tomorrow so wish me luck! I should be able to pick this up a bit faster afterwards. So, pretty dark chapter... sorry! It'll get a bit lighter now for a while. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I believe I might have literally cried when I read them. Lets see, answering questions.. Harry doesn't make the connotation between Celeste and Lily because for one, he's only seen her human form once, and two, he's still not aware of Snape's attraction to his mum yet. As always, keep reviewing and let me know how I'm doing or if you find any errors. Hopefully there aren't any but I didn't have a whole lot of time to pick through this one. I'll go back later and change anything I see. Love you guys!!!
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