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Chapter 36: Aftermath
It was strange, thought Helena, how banal and mundane it all was now. All of the Death Eaters had flung themselves down unto the ground as Voldemort disapparated. But as soon as he was gone they had arisen, and commenced chatting good-naturedly with one another. As if they had just attended nothing more interesting than a tedious monthly meeting of a neighborhood council.
A few had even dared to commiserate with those who had received punishment at their Master’s hands. Oh, still managing to sound superior and rather mocking. And making it clear that they thought the penalty exacted by their leader was just and appropriate, of course.
No one had approached either her or Severus, however. Though there had been a few amused glances and more than a few leers thrown their way before the Death Eaters replaced their masks and began to disapparate themselves.
She stared down at the white mask that Voldemort had presented to her just before he had left. She absentmindedly began to turn it over and over in her hands, wondering vaguely where she was supposed to keep it hidden in the room that she shared with Kathleen and Ang. She seemed to barely notice as Severus murmured a spell and her clothes, robe and a warm cloak appeared upon her.
"Helena?" His voice seemed very, very far away, and she finally realized that he had repeated her name several times already.
She raised her head and allowed her eyes to meet his.
His hands were at her collar, adjusting the fabric snugly against her throat. She wondered if it was only the strange light cast by the combination of the full moon and that weird blue fire that still blazed. But he seemed even paler than normal.
His eyebrows were knit together in concern. "Are you going to be able to apparate under your own power?" he whispered.
"Yes," she replied automatically. Suddenly her own hands were grasping at his as if she were afraid to let go. "Why? You’re not leaving me here alone are you?" She tried to speak as quietly as possible, but there was a definite tone of desperation in her voice. And she was vaguely aware, catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, that some of the Death Eaters were watching them with interest.
"No," he assured, under his breath. "I just need to be sure that you can concentrate before we go."
She nodded with assurance, and then suddenly, inexplicably she felt uncertain and frightened again. "But where are we going?"
He opened his mouth to reply, but instead she heard the low, melodious voice of Narcissa Malfoy break in.
"Dear Severus, you must get the poor child warmed up-she looks positively frozen." Narcissa’s cold blue eyes sparkled merrily, belying the concern oozing through her tone. "Better get her to a nice warm bed," she continued. "And try warming her up from the outside in this time." Her brittle laugh flew through the air, and several others of the Death Eaters joined in, apparently as amused by her remark as she was.
"An excellent suggestion, Narcissa," replied Snape, dryly.
Helena lifted her head proudly and dropped her fingers away from Severus’ hands. A moment later, she had brought up the Death Mask to her own face and quietly secured it in place. There was, she found, an unexpected benefit in wearing an impersonal mask. It did allow one to make some very ugly faces at another while betraying nothing in one’s manner or voice.
"Yes, thank you, we really should be going," she replied, airily. Now Severus’ arm was flung lightly around her waist, and she felt an almost imperceptible squeeze as he signaled his approval of how well she had regained her composure. She allowed him to lead them off to the side of the circle.
"Have a pleasant evening!" This time it was Lucius’ voice, mocking them.
"Thank you, we will," she responded, feeling Severus’ arm stiffen around her. A moment later, they were standing by themselves at the very edge of the circle.
He had placed his own white mask back upon his face, but his black eyes were clearly visible through it. And there was a more than a trace of concern in them.
"You know the cluster of oak trees that stand about 100 feet in front of the gate leading to Hogwarts?" he whispered.
"Yes," she replied. "There?"
He nodded, and dropped his arm away. In silence, they each concentrated on the spell and a moment later Helena managed to disapparate and reappear in the designated spot. They both tore their masks off immediately and thrust them into their cloaks.
As she raised her head to look at the gate and the waiting school beyond, Helena thought that the image of that venerable old castle was the warmest, most welcome sight she had ever seen. Severus strode ahead of her and, using his wand, murmured a spell that unlocked the gates. She found herself running now, desperate to escape from the cold and horror of the night and to find peace and warmth within the walls of what had been her second home for so many years.
As she approached the main entrance, the heavy door suddenly swung outward. She half-expected to see Dumbledore’s figure outlined in the doorway, but instead there appeared to be no one inside. A moment later, Severus hand was once again pressing against her back as he urged her on the way to the gargoyle that stood guard over the entryway to the Headmaster’s office.
The silence between them seemed strange and heavy as they stepped unto the rising staircase and rose slowly upwards to the inner door. Her mind was racing in a million different directions. Part of her was still reeling from the emotional indignity that she had suffered, and the vague uneasiness and a nagging question that she had managed to shove to the back of her mind were reasserting themselves to the front of her consciousness. Adding to her distress, her left arm was beginning to hurt most painfully again, for she could feel the outline of the mark distinctly as the soft fabric of her robe brushed gently across it. And, as they stepped off the rising steps unto the landing, she was suddenly aware that Snape’s semen, feeling unnaturally cold and sticky, was beginning to drip down the skin of her inner thighs.
"Oh, my dear!" Dumbledore’s voice, sounding concerned, yet somehow relieved, floated over to her from where he stood in the doorway leading to his office.
Just a few moments later, she found herself sitting in one of the large, comfortable chairs in his office, her fingers wrapped gratefully around a steaming cup of strong black tea. She had already shown Dumbledore the lurid mark that now resided upon her left forearm, and he had nodded, silently and sadly, as he perused it. He had once again murmured a spell that seemed to take most of the sting away, though a lingering soreness remained. She had considered excusing herself to the bathroom to clean herself up, but part of her was determined to remain and listen to every detail of the conversation between the two wizards.
Severus had already swallowed a generous shot of brandy, and was cradling the snifter in his hands, allowing the amber liquid within it to swirl slowly as he began to describe the details of the meeting to Dumbledore.
"He appeared to be upset with a number of the members," he began, as Dumbledore folded his hands in his lap and sat back in his chair with a frown upon his face. "I gather they have been given the task to find several valuable pieces of ‘Dark Magic’ artifacts that have been lost or misplaced since he was defeated by Potter."
Dumbledore nodded. "Or that Arthur Weasley has managed to find during his raids."
Snape sighed and nodded in return. "I can only hope the Ministry is keeping them safely guarded in an invulnerable place?"
Dumbledore allowed a very faint smile to cross his face. "I am assured by Cornelius Fudge himself that he can personally vouch that they are locked securely away."
Snape snorted in disgust.
"And luckily," continued Dumbledore, peering over his glasses with his eyebrows upraised, "it appears that those guarding them are indeed loyal to our side, or Lord Voldemort would have not been so displeased with those who are looking for them."
"That’s true enough," muttered Snape in return, still looking unhappy as he frowned down into his glass.
"Why not just have them destroyed?" asked Helena.
Dumbledore shrugged. "I’m afraid I, as well as the Ministry, has been rather loath to take that step. There is always the chance," he continued, pouring himself another cup of tea, "that we might possibly have to resort to using some of those items ourselves, should we become desperate enough."
Helena digested this information in silence. There had been some rumors regarding Dumbledore’s defeat of Grindelwald that Dark Magic had been used on both sides, but she had dismissed them as unfounded. Now, she found herself beginning to wonder.
"Had Malfoy already informed Voldemort about the mark you had placed upon Helena?" inquired Dumbledore.
Snape considered the question for a moment and then replied, with a frown, "I don’t think so. After all, he had only my word that I had done it. Since he had not actually seen it with his own eyes, I doubt that he would have informed Voldemort. Just in case I had been bluffing," he concluded.
He stretched out his long legs in front of him and studied the tips of his toes for a moment. "But, I do think he had intimated that I had indicated that I was unhappy and was proving reluctant to give up Helena to him to use as he originally intended to. Otherwise," he raised his eyes and glanced at Helena a moment before returning his gaze to Dumbledore’s face, "I believe he would not have waited until he had finished with the others before turning his attention to the ‘present’ I had brought for him."
"And after seeing the mark?" inquired Dumbledore.
"He cursed me with ‘Crucio’ to punish me for my disobedience," replied Snape in a very neutral tone of voice, staring down at the tips of his boots again.
"It wasn't the first time, was it?" asked Helena, sadly.
Snape laughed shortly. "Nor the last, I dare say."
"But he did not question your continued loyalty?" asked Dumbledore, his blue eyes betraying the depth of his concern.
"No." Snape raised the glass to his lips and drained the remainder of the liquid in one gulp. "Since Helena managed to convince him that she would still be an asset."
"Ah." Dumbledore turned towards Helena. "And how did you do that, my dear?"
Helena carefully set down her cup and took in a deep breath before replying. "I told him I would still be a good spy. That I would insinuate my way into relationships with the men that he wanted. Flirt with them, make them feel good, and still get them to tell me their secrets. And that I would do so without taking the ultimate step of going to bed with them," she finished.
Dumbledore’s blue eyes appraised her thoughtfully. "I think," he finally said, "that it will be very interesting to see exactly what secrets you will be able to extract from these men." He paused and directed a small smile over to Severus. "I think we should be very happy that she is working for our side."
Snape grunted and threw an annoyed glance in Helena’s direction. "Unfortunately, she hasn’t yet told you what else she offered to do."
"Oh, what is that?" Dumbledore turned back to Helena.
"I," she hesitated for a moment, slightly surprised at the tone of Snape’s voice. "I said that Severus and I would also be working on new potions to be used as weapons," she finished, her voice getting smaller and lower as she spoke.
Severus slammed his glass down onto the table beside him and arose from his chair, beginning to pace back and forth angrily. After a moment, he stopped and glared at her. "You might have asked me about that first before you so blithely announced out little ‘project’," he muttered.
She blinked in confusion. "Isn’t that what you’ve always done for him?" she blurted out in surprise.
He jammed his hands into his pockets and stared up at the ceiling of the office for a moment before allowing a bitter smile to spread across his face.
"Actually, no," he replied before flinging himself back down into his chair and pouring more brandy into his glass. "When I first joined the Death Eaters, my skills in potions was rather highly prized, I’ll admit. But I was only used because of my expertise in making potions that others were too unskilled or too afraid to attempt. Voldemort had not expected that I would develop my own elixirs."
He sighed and took a sip of the brandy. "And, since my return to the inner circle, he has been particularly suspicious of me. I have remained in his good graces merely because he has found no one else to penetrate the walls of Hogwarts. He has not shown any interest in my potion-making abilities."
"But, at least this way," sputtered Helena, "If we are developing potions, we can also be developing antidotes to them." She turned her attention towards Dumbledore.
He nodded sadly. "Yes, I suppose so. After all, Severus," he continued, turning towards the other wizard, "Whatever information Miss Harrison does manage to wring out of the government officials will have to be reported to Voldemort. We will simply have the advantage of knowing what information has been leaked and by whom. And, by the same token, though I would prefer that Voldemort have as few weapons as possible, we might as well have as much knowledge as possible of the ones he has."
Both of Snape’s eyebrows went up sharply. "And how much spare time do you think you are going to have to devote to this research?" he asked Helena contemptuously. "I know you have a superior intellect, but Mediwitch School is going to be much more demanding than you can possibly realize."
Helena felt her shoulders slump slightly. "I’m sorry," she finally said. "I was afraid that Voldemort was going to hurt Severus because I was no longer of use to him. And I wanted to convince him otherwise. I just said…..," she stopped, unable to continue. She truly hadn’t considered all the implications of her offer. And what demands it would be making of Severus’ time, energies and mental health.
"The first lie that happened to occur to you," finished Snape with a sneer. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before continuing. "I think it is about time that you realized that, as much as you would like to, you are not going to be able to control every situation you find yourself in. And that it is sometimes easier to remain quiet than to come up with a lie that puts you into a situation more dangerous than the one you were trying to avoid."
She nodded angrily, her cheeks suddenly flushing with blood. After all that she had been through this evening, she didn’t particularly feel like being lectured to by Severus. Even if he did have a point.
Dumbledore quietly cleared his throat, and they both turned towards him. "You were, perhaps, a bit hasty, my dear. But," he glanced back at Snape, "it might prove, in the end, helpful in restoring Voldemort’s faith in you."
Snape merely scowled in return.
"Did you learn anything else from the meeting?" continued the Headmaster.
"Yes." Snape drained his glass again and sat forward in his chair. "I believe I have some idea of what Voldemort did with the sample of ‘Virgin’s Blood’ I gave him."
"Indeed?" Dumbledore also leaned forward and placed his hands upon the desk in front of him.
"Yes. He made a comment to Helena that she was…..," his lips curled in disgust for a moment as he hesitated, "delicious."
"I see," murmured Dumbledore thoughtfully.
Helena looked perplexed. "Was that important?" she asked.
Snape glanced back at her. "There are innumerable uses that the blood could have been used for. But, I take his comment to mean that he drank or ate it."
Helena swallowed down her own revulsion as she turned to look at Dumbledore.
"Yes, I would assume that also," he admitted. "Therefore, he was using it in an attempt to speed up the recovery of his mortal form rather than to augment his magical powers."
Dumbledore frowned and sat back in his chair, one hand stroking his beard as his eyes grew misty and thoughtful. "Perhaps, after all of these years in pursuit of immortality at the expense of his human form, he is anxious to recover some of his corporeal abilities."
Snape sighed and leaned forward, his elbows upon his knees. "I know he is determined never to be so physically weak and frail that he must depend upon others to transport him," he said.
A silence descended upon them as both Snape and Helena watch Dumbledore continue to stroke his beard, apparently lost in his own thoughts. Abruptly, he brought himself out of his reverie and reached out with his hand to bring his teacup back up to his lips.
After taking a sip, he continued, "What else happened at the meeting?"
There was a short silence, and Helena felt the burning in her cheeks return.
"As you saw, Voldemort demanded that Helena prove her loyalty by accepting the Dark Mark immediately," he said, his voice once again strangely neutral.
Dumbledore nodded.
"And, made sure of MY loyalty by making me hold her still while he drew it on her," he added.
"It was very brave of you, my dear," said Dumbledore quietly.
"Oh, hardly," Helena said, as she lowered her head and picked at a stray thread on her robe. "I was crying throughout the whole thing."
"I assure you," said Snape, "Many a man and woman have fainted while receiving it."
She shrugged her shoulders and continued to pluck at the thread. She supposed that now Severus was going to have to tell Dumbledore about the fact they had been forced to have intercourse in front of the whole group. While she had somehow managed to live through that dreadful experience, she felt her stomach churning at the thought of Dumbledore having to know what they did.
"And then Voldemort presented her with her mask and the meeting was over," said Snape, quietly.
Helena allowed herself to quietly let out the breath she had been unconsciously holding.
"Well, it seems it went about as well as could be expected," replied Dumbledore. He glanced at the clock upon his fireplace mantle and began to shove back his chair. "I suppose I should let you return to your respective rooms," he said, arising from his seat.
"Oh." Helena bit her lip and hesitated for just a moment. "Sure," she added, trying to sound nonchalant.
Still, Dumbledore gave her a small smile and continued. "That was a suggestion, my dear, not an order."
She glanced over at Severus. Considering some of his comments, she wasn’t sure he was all that anxious to have her accompany him back to his rooms. But there was something that she had to ask him about. Even if, as she suspected, she was not going to like the answer.
He avoided looking at her and strode over to the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of floo powder and stood for a moment, staring down into the flames. Then he turned back.
"Are you coming with me?" he asked.
His tone wasn’t exactly inviting. But, on the other hand, he wasn’t forbidding her to come.
"For just a few minutes," she assured him. Dumbledore’s eyes were kind, but thoughtful as he watched her walk over to the fireplace.
Snape through the floo powder into the flames. "My rooms," he intoned and stepped into the fire. A few moments later, Helena followed.
By the time she emerged on the other side, he was already standing up. He silently extended his hand to help her to her feet and for several minutes they busied themselves brushing the soot and dirt from their clothes. Severus finished first, and he had already seated himself wearily on the sofa by the time Helena had wiped away the last traces of the journey.
She walked over to the couch.
"I’m sorry," she began.
He looked up at her.
"I shouldn’t have said anything about potions," she began. "You’re absolutely right. I just…" she hesitated for a moment and swallowed down the tight feeling in her throat. "I just was trying to keep you out of trouble. But, I guess I just made it worse."
He shrugged and looked away. "We’ll manage," he replied, his voice neutral and low.
She stood, staring down at him. There was so much more she needed to say, so much more that she had to ask. But she was again aware of the uncomfortable stickiness between her legs, and she could no longer bear to let it continue.
She walked slowly past him and through the doorway to the bedroom. She passed on through to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She had meant to merely wash between the legs, but she suddenly found herself throwing off all of her clothes and standing under the showerhead. She threw herself under the icy stream of water, refusing herself the luxury of waiting until the water was warm. She hurriedly began to lather the soap between her hands and began to wash herself off. She found herself starting to sob, and she repeated the motion again and again, as if she felt she would never be clean there again. The water was beginning to turn cold again by the time she finished. She stepped out of the shower and twisted one towel around her damp hair and used another to dry her body off. And again, she found herself repeatedly wiping between her legs as if there was something filthy still stubbornly clinging there.
When she emerged from the bathroom, Severus was sitting, fully clothed, on the side of the bed. Her own clothes, she saw, were stacked neatly beside him. He had obviously come into the bathroom while she was showering, and she hadn’t even noticed.
"I take it you’re not staying the night?" he asked quietly.
She walked around to the end of the bed and sat down, pulling off the towel from her head and beginning to run her fingers through the wet strands.
"I need to ask you something," she began.
"Yes." He waited for her to continue.
"When we were…..when you were in me," she said.
He made no reply.
"I was doing my best to ignore everything," she finally went on. "What we were doing, who was watching us….."
She heard a small creak and felt the bed dip and rise as he got to his feet.
He began to pace slowly around the room.
"You have to realize, Helena," he began, "that I have had to partake in many revels since rejoining the Death Eaters. And, in those instances, I have to separate my body from my conscious thought processes."
"Allow your animal instincts to take over?" she asked, staring down at the floor.
"Allow my body to respond to the physical stimuli," he corrected.
"And you did that tonight?"
"If we had not had intercourse, Voldemort might have killed us on the spot," he protested. Helena kept her head down and saw the very tips of his shoes as he stood a few feet from her. "Or he would have resorted to using ‘Crucio’ or ‘Imperio’ upon us."
She raised her head up and glared at him. "Did you use ‘Imperio’ upon me?"
He bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head. "No."
"Then why did I come?" she asked angrily. "I was barely managing to stand it, to put everything out of my mind, to pretend that I wasn’t there. Desperately trying to delude myself that I wasn’t putting on a show like a bitch in heat being mounted by a stud-"
He drew in a breath and looked away from her for a moment.
"And then suddenly, it just seemed so easy to just start moving back and forth against you. I really did start enjoying it. And then, when I looked at Malfoy, I had an orgasm," she continued, her breath coming in short, angry gasps. "What happened?" she demanded.
Snape was slowing folding his shirtsleeve up over his elbow. As he traced the Death Mark on his arm, she felt a slight feathery sensation float over the Mark on her own right arm.
"Helena, you know it was very powerful Dark Magic that was used to transfer my Mark to you," he finally replied, raising his head. "And the ritual used to achieve the transfer was sexual in nature. Therefore, when we have sex, our connection is stronger than at any other time."
She nodded slowly. "So, you can do this to me anytime?" she asked
"But I never have," he protested.
She laughed shortly.
"And I didn’t mean to do it tonight. I was trying just to connect with so that I could give you the emotional support you needed to get through this."
"But you were turned on?"
He sighed in frustration. "As I said, I have had to learn to allow my body to respond to certain stimuli, no matter how distasteful the circumstances. I had an erection, and I was having intercourse. Did you really think I wouldn’t climax?"
He sat down beside her on the bed. "But, I didn’t mean to transfer my orgasm to you as well. Though it wasn’t all my doing. Someone else was performing Dark Magic."
She stared up at him. "Malfoy?"
"Yes."
She looked down at the floor again.
"Any special reason why he was able to connect with us and share our orgasm?" Because she was sure now that it was no mere coincidence that she was gazing into his eyes when she came.
There was a long silence.
"I suppose so."
She raised her head and stared at the closet door in front of her.
"I don’t think it’s because I’m his daughter."
"No."
She turned to look at him.
"I told you a long time ago," he said, quietly, "that very few boys manage to make it through a Slytherin dormitory without being buggered a number of times."
"I see." She looked down at the floor again. "So I take it you had the privilege of being buggered by Lucius Malfoy on at least one occasion."
"Yes."
"Were you planning on mentioning that to me sometime?"
"Only if it became absolutely necessary," he replied, arising from the bed. "And I assure you that aspect of our relationship ended nearly thirty years ago."
She found herself beginning to laugh and cry at the same time.
"Helena, you have to understand-"
Suddenly they both turned their heads as an owl swooped into the room. Helena recognized it as the same one who had visited her in the hospital wing. It alighted on top of the bed beside her and dropped the letter it was holding in its beak unto her lap. A second later it fluttered its wings and flew out of the room again.
"How does he manage to get through all the wards?" she asked.
"I wish I knew," Snape replied with a grimace.
They both stared down at the envelope.
"It’s addressed to us both," she remarked, dully.
She picked up the envelope and studied it intently for a moment. Then she silently handed it over to Snape. He tore open the envelope impatiently and frowned as he squinted to read it in the dim light. A low moan escaped from between his lips.
"That bad?" she asked.
"That bad," he answered, handing the letter back to her.
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Dear Helena and Severus,
We would be delighted if you would join us for our annual New Year’s Eve party. It is usually a most exclusive affair, but we do feel as though you are ‘part of the family’ now. The festivities begin at 9 p.m. sharp, and do plan on spending the night.
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy
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Another long silence fell.
"I don’t suppose we have much choice," Helena said finally.
"No."
She reached over to where her robe was still lying upon the bed and retrieved her wand out of the pocket. She waved it at her head and absentmindedly performed a drying spell upon it.
"Do you still want to leave?" he asked quietly, sitting down beside her.
"I don’t know what I want," she whispered. She rocked back and forth for a moment, fighting against the tears that were threatening to spill out over her cheeks.
"We don’t have to do anything," he began.
The next thing he knew she had flung her arms around him. "Would you just hold me?" she pleaded.
In response, his own strong arms encircled her and held her tightly.
"Just hold me," she whispered again. And she finally fell asleep being rocked in his arms.
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