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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33390 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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This is not a cheerful chapter and it continues to contain elements of abuse and rape. Please do not read if this subject matter upsets or disturbs you.

This was not an easy chapter to write and as a result I'm feeling a bit insecure about it. Please be sure to review and let me know what you think. And thank you soooo much for reading.

When the scene settled, Hermione glanced around quickly, trying to determine her surroundings. Snape was bent over a small work table, a simmering cauldron beside him. She knew immediately that they weren't at Hogwarts, but it did not appear to be his basement laboratory at Spinner's End either. The room was tiny and shabby, every corner and surface seemed to be covered with books and bits of parchment; there was a small, neatly made cot against one wall. 'This must be where he lived before he accepted the position at Hogwarts.' She thought, stepping up to the table. She watched as he carefully chopped ingredients; Ginkgo Biloba, St. John's Wort, Asian Ginger, Ginseng, Canaryseed.

“Dear Merlin.” She gasped as recognition and understanding filled her. She knew that potion. She'd prescribed it to her own male patients in the past. She was so used to using potions that had been created and patented by Severus T. Snape, that she'd never even questioned why he'd developed a potion used primarily for the treatment of erectile dysfunction. It wasn't as common a problem in the Wizarding word as in the Muggle, but it did happen, due to injury or illness. Now it made sense. Her heart ached for him as he filled several tiny vials with the sky blue liquid. The scene swirled around them and she was not surprised to find themselves back in the same ballroom, surrounded by Deatheaters. Trailing behind the dark haired Wizard she watched him carefully as he moved among the guests, casually sipping a whiskey. So stealthy was he, that she almost missed it when he passed his hand over a fresh drink, the blue potion clouding it briefly, before he stirred it away with his index finger.

“Bloody hell.” She cried out as memories began to swirl around her so quickly she could barely keep up. Severus ramming his cock down the throat of a muggle girl while Lucius stood by, holding her head in place. Severus masturbating as he watched Mulciber and Avery thrust up into a screaming girl, one from the front, one from behind. She pressed her hand to her mouth, the bile rising in her throat as she watched him rut on top of yet another screaming girl. Scene after scene passed before her until she was sure she would be ill. Blood, semen and screams were everywhere. And then as quickly as it had begun, it stopped. Dizzy she looked around. They were in what appeared to be an office, Lord Voldemort was seated behind an ornate desk, a slightly older looking Snape was seated across from him.

“Tell me again, what did the Prophecy say?”

“That one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born at the end of July to someone who has defied you. They will have power and must die at your hand in order for you to survive.”

“And what Wizarding children have been born at the end of July?” The handsome dark Wizard frowned.

“The Longbottoms have a son, Neville.” Snape said, leaning forward. “He is an Auror and they are both members of the Order of Phoenix. I am quite sure he is the one.”

“Oh you are 'quite sure' are you?” Hermione felt a shiver run through her at the way the handsome man sneered and fingered his wand. “Aren't you forgetting something?”

“My Lord?” Severus carefully raised an eyebrow, his face a mask of innocent confusion.

“My Lord?” Voldemort mocked the innocent tone, then his voice grew cold. “And what of the Potters?” He spit the name like an oath. “Did they not also have a son born at the end of July?”

“I.....” Snape stuttered and then he was on the floor screaming in agony even as the word 'Crucio' still hung in the air.

“You just thought you would try to protect your muggle scum girlfriend.” The Dark Lord hissed, stepping around the desk to stare down at the writhing figure. “Why, oh why do you continue to try to deceive me Severus?” With a flick of his wand, he released the curse. Holding out his hand, he pulled the shivering Wizard up and helped him back into his chair. “I will take what you have told me under advisement and I will inform you of my decision. Now what of the position? Did Dumbledore offer it to you?”

“Not the D..d..d..defense Against the Dark Arts, p..p..p..potions.” Snape gasped, still suffering the lingering effects of the torture curse.

“Send him an owl and tell him you accept.” Voldemort said, rising and returning to his seat behind the desk. “I think it will be most advantageous to have an operative inside of Hogwarts. You may go.” He watched as the young man struggled painfully to his feet. “Severus?” He waited for him to look up, his face pale. “Why do you care so much about that Muggle whore. Didn't she reject you for Potter?”

“She was my friend.” Snape whispered. The scene swirled again and they were back in the ballroom, all eyes on Lord Voldemort as he spoke from the dais.

“......been given certain intelligence, a prophecy if you will, I feel that the matter is critical enough that it should be acted upon and not ignored. This is an undertaking I will execute on my own. The prophecy clearly stated it that it must happen by my hand and no other. But as my followers, I wanted you to be aware of the situation. On Halloween night I will eliminate the Potters and their young son, Harry.” Soft gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd as Voldemort descended from the stage. Hermione watched as a very pale and noticeably shaken Severus Snape approached him.

“My Lord.” He spoke, his voice hoarse. “I wonder if I might have a word with you in private.

“Ahhh Severus.” The Dark Lord sighed. “I thought you might like a word, follow me.” Hermione trailed behind as they left the ballroom and ascended a curved staircase. Pausing before a door, Voldemort opened it and ushered the younger man inside a luxurious bedroom. “Speak Severus.”

“Must you kill then all?” He said, in a rush, his face and voice filled with anguish. “Could Lil......could she not be spared?”

“No Severus. I cannot and will not spare her. And I will tell you why.” Voldemort said, his voice cold as ice. “Your affection for her makes you weak. You could be my right hand man. You have the intelligence, the cunning, the ability were it not for your lingering feelings for this worthless, filthy, mudblood. It's really in your best interests that I am doing this, I assure you it will only benefit you in the end. Now, I realize that you are probably upset.” He smiled a cruel smile. “So to show you how much I value you, your services and the information you have provided me, I have arranged a very special treat for you.” He moved towards the door and opened it, reaching out he pulled in a bound and gagged Muggle girl. Hermione cringed to see that once again, she was a red head. “I know how much you abhor, how shall I say it 'performing' in the ballroom. Though I do not understand your reticence at all, you are quite spectacular, I do recognize that you are uncomfortable with all eyes upon you. So here,” he flung the girl towards the young man. “For you to enjoy in private, all to yourself. And I do believe it is just your type. When you have finished and.......disposed of it, feel free to join us in the ballroom. Enjoy.” With that, he spun on his heel, slamming the door behind him, leaving Severus and the terrified girl alone. She cringed as he took a tentative step towards her.

“No, no, no.” He whispered gently, reaching towards her. “I'm not going to hurt you.” Grasping her arm with one hand, he waved his wand, releasing her gag. Her terrified screams split the air. “Shhhh, shhh, shhhh.” He crooned, guiding her to the bed and pressing her down to sit. “I'm not going to hurt you. I promise.”

“Who, who, who are you?” She sobbed. “Why am I here? Why are you doing this to me. I want my Mum. I want to go home.”

“Listen to me.” He spoke in a firm voice over her sobs. “I am not going to hurt you.”

The girl stared up him, her tear filled eyes both hopeful and wary. “You're going to let me go?”

Hermione saw the dark look that flashed over his face. “You just need to trust me. I need you to close your eyes.”

“Close my eyes? Why?”

“Just trust me.” He half sighed, half growled. “Close your eyes and I'll make sure everything is all okay. I swear to you.” Hermione watched as the girl's eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Stupify.” Snape whispered, flicking his wand at the girl, a bright red flash filled the room. Lowering the now unconscious girl, he flicked his wand again, releasing her binding and stripping away her clothes. “I'm so sorry.” He muttered as he moved around the bed, pulling on the girl's arms and legs until she lay spread eagle across the bed. Pacing back and forth across the room, he turned and pointed his wand at the prone figure. Hermione gasped as bloody gashes and bruises begin to appear across her naked flesh with each flick of his wand. Pausing, he pressed his fingers against the side of her neck, checking for a pulse. 'Now what?' She wondered as he tossed his wand to the bed and stripped off his outer robes. Moving to the corner, he opened his trousers and reached inside. With his back to the bleeding figure on the bed, he braced himself up by his left hand and began to stroke himself rhythmically with his right. She could see that his eyes were pressed firmly closed as he masturbated. After what seemed like a very long time, he grunted softly, cupping his hand over the tip of his cock as he came. Panting, he turned back to the bed and retrieved his wand. Waving it over his hand, he crouched between the girl's leg, his large frame blocking Hermione's view. When he stood again, she saw blood and semen dripping from the girl's now ravaged and battered privates. Taking a deep breath, Snape pointed his wand and cried out “Avada Kedvra.” Tears streamed down Hermione's face as the scene swirled and shifted around them.

They were in a ballroom. A different one then before, bile filled Hermione's throat as she recognized her surroundings as Malfoy Manor. Glancing around, she saw that all the Deatheaters were older now, looking like she had known them during the war, but the scene before her was very much the same; she stood beside an older Severus as bound and gagged Muggle girls where thrust into the room to be raped and abused. She flinched when a sibilant hiss sounded from behind them.

“Ssssseverussss, it'sssss so nice you could finally join ussssss.” Hermione gasped at the now snakelike features of Lord Voldemort, almost more horrific now that she knew what his appearance had been prior to his transformation.

“My Lord.” Snape bowed differentially. “It is unfortunate that my duties at Hogwarts have kept me away. But you must agree how critical it is that Dumbledore not become suspicious of my absences.”

“Oh I agree Sssseverus. But you are here now. Why have you not joined in? Pleasssse tell me you are not sssstill the sssame sssshy boy I usssed to know.”

“Of course not My Lord.”

“Then why are you sssstill on the ssssideliness, lurking in the ssshadows?”

“If I may speak plainly, My Lord?” His red eyes flamed angrily but he nodded his head in ascent. “Many things have changed since you've been gone. I have kept my position at Hogwarts, always with the hope that you would return, but in doing so, I have become an educator, as well as a Head of House. Slytherin House to be precise. Many of your followers have married and given birth to children. Children that I am now responsible for.”

“Do you have a point, Ssssseverus?” The Dark Lord hissed.

“As your spy at Hogwarts it is imperative that I maintain the trust and the loyalty of my fellow Deatheaters, is it not? And how can I maintain that trust and loyalty if parents see me rutting about with a child no older then their sons and daughters. Sons and daughters that I am responsible for whilst they are at Hogwarts?”

“Are you saying my Deatheaters would question my directives, my orders?”

“Not at all My Lord, certainly not as Deatheaters, but as parents?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Have we not learned, most unfortunately, that a parent's love of a child transcends all else?”

“You have a point.” Voldemort sneered, turning to stare out at the ballroom. “Lucius.” He called out. “Bring me an untouched one.” Hermione watched as the blonde Wizard surveyed the Muggle girls, before grabbing one by the hair and pulling her across the floor.

“Yes My Lord?”

“Take her and Severus to one of the bedrooms. See that he enjoys her to the fullest.” Hermione took a step to follow, when a hand gripped the back of her shirt, pulling her sputtering from the Pensieve. She turned, gazing up into the rage filled face of Severus Snape.
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