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Jack of Spades	By : SataiDelenn Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 3481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Harry Potter & its characters belong to JKR. I own nothing, & I make no money from this story.

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Author's note: Thank you! You asked, and you shall receive.

Warnings: AFFO, H/C, Torture, OFC, Rape, Violence, Romance, WIP

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Once Severus had Apparated himself and his prize safely out of the meeting site and onto Hogwarts grounds, he quickly placed Mari down, and removed his cloak and mask, shrinking the latter and placing it in his pocket. Wrapping her bruised and battered body in the cloak, he carefully picked her up again, swiftly and silently maneuvering his way past Hagrid’s hut, and into the castle via his secret entrance. Without being seen, he got her to his quarters, and set her down upon his bed. Using his wand, he cleaned her body of all dirt and muck and residue left behind from the evening’s earlier events.

Satisfied with the results, Severus retreated to his sitting room, and then swiftly moved through the door leading from his chambers to his office. Poking his head into the hallway, he ensured that everyone - for once - was obeying curfew, and moved quietly to his private storeroom. He retrieved several bottles containing powerful sedative potions. Satisfied he had enough to last for several days, he returned to his chambers. Safely ensconced inside, he moved back to the bed, setting the bottles down onto the small end table. Pulling his mask from his pocket, he restored it to its normal size, and glided to the wardrobe, placing the mask upon the small shelf along the inner side of one wall. He then retrieved his cloak from beneath Mari, and dropped it into the hamper on the wardrobe floor, then shut the door. Severus laid his head against the door, his body weary from the night's events, his mind guilt-ridden by his part in it. Sighing deeply, he pushed himself off the wardrobe door and turned around, looking back to the young woman, unconscious upon his bed. Severus contemplated briefly his options, of which there were few, and strode purposefully to her side. Glancing down at her, then at the bottles on the end table, he reached for one and uncorked it. Leaning over Mari, he reached beneath her head with his free hand, and gently lifted her into a reclining position, placing the bottle against her lips, and tipped it to allow the contents inside to pour into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed the cool liquid reflexively, and when he was satisfied she’d drunk enough to keep her deeply sedated for at least the next twelve hours, he removed it from her lips, set her back down, re-corked the bottle, and replaced it back on the table.

He regarded her for several moments, reflecting upon how she tried so valiantly to fight against her captors, futile and stupid though her efforts were.

‘She was always strong,’ he thought, as he watched her. ‘In spite of everything she ever endured during her days within these walls, she survived, and it seems that once again, she has managed to do so. Yet, at what cost to her mind?’

He pondered this for a few more minutes while ensuring that she was sleeping soundly. Sighing again, he looked at her face, seemingly at peace as she slept, and as gently as he could, he reached down, grasped the covers, and drew them over her in hopes of providing some small measure of comfort for her. He started to reach out to run his thumb over her lips, then stopped, mentally shaking himself. Turning around, he left the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. Moving to the Floo in his sitting room, he contacted the Headmaster.

“Ah, Severus, I see you have made it back. I also am glad to see you have returned unharmed this time.”

Severus gave a curt nod, his features hardening slightly as his long, black locks bounced softly around his face.

“Headmaster, if you have some time tonight, I would like to come to your office to speak to you. It is of a rather important nature.” Short and to the point; yes, that was best, he decided.

“Of course, dear boy, come up at once,” Albus replied.

"Give me a moment, and I will Floo up."

"I'll be waiting."

Taking a deep breath, Severus stood up, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He briefly checked once more on Mari, then set a series of complex wards to alert him if she awoke and attempted to leave his quarters, or in case someone attempted to break in. Content for now that she would be safe, Severus grabbed some Floo powder from the jar on the mantle and stepped briskly inside, stating his destination.

Severus landed in the fireplace just outside the Headmaster's office. Stepping out, he brushed off his clothes, then raised his hand to knock on the Headmaster’s office door.

Before he could knock, however, he heard the old man’s voice call out, “Come in my boy.”

Rolling his eyes, Severus entered the office and promptly sat down in the chair across from Albus’s large oak desk, scattered with books and papers. They sat quietly for a few moments. Severus, because he was unsure how to begin, and Albus, who knew that patience was the best approach with Severus when he was in an agitated state. Finally, Severus began launching into the events that had transpired earlier that evening after being summoned to the Dark Lord’s side. Albus listened patiently, frowning on occasion, and when Severus finished, Albus reclined in his grand old chair, steepling his fingers over his chest, as he leaned his long bearded chin two fingers. He took a few moments to contemplate everything Severus had told him.

“She cannot stay here Severus. We must move her to Headquarters.”

Severus nodded. “I realize that. But the Dark Lord knows she’s here. Further, he only gave her to me so that I could use her to test some of my more volatile potions on. We cannot risk moving her yet,” he paused a moment, and then said softly, “Unless…”

Severus trailed off as an idea came to him. His eyes narrowed in concentration, and his lips pressed in a thin line, as his brows knit and furrowed together.

Albus cocked his head slightly. “What are you thinking, Severus?”

“Well,” Severus began, “though she put up an incredible struggle tonight, she was gravely weak. Much thinner than when I had previously seen her, and that is saying something, since she was much too thin than would be considered healthy when I first saw her those weeks ago. It might not surprise anyone if she suddenly died during my first test. In fact, it might be rather probable. When I Spelled her unconscious, he did ask me if she was dead.”

Albus smiled slightly and nodded. “Do you have a potion that you could give her that would cause her some distress? Perhaps knock her unconscious, thereby giving the appearance of death? Tom would most likely want some sort of visual confirmation, and that would mean you would need to show him your memories of what transpired during your first round of tests.”

Severus replied, “I believe I have something in my private stores that would do the trick Headmaster. Though, he may not be surprised, he will not be pleased, even if it is probable that she would have eventually died anyway. I am sure he would have preferred her to have lasted longer, as he did warn me not to ‘forget his gift.’”

Albus nodded, his eyes grim, the twinkle fading from his clear blue eyes. They spoke a bit more, and then bid each other goodnight.

When Severus returned to the door outside of his chambers, he was unsurprised that his wards were still untouched. He spoke the password to his chambers, and entered. He was grateful to find that Mari still had not woken, and went to his sitting room to light a fire. Standing there for a few moments, he looked back at everything that had occurred that day, closing his eyes briefly in frustration and anger. Finally, he moved to his liquor cabinet, pouring himself a hefty measure of brandy before settling himself into his overstuffed armchair in front of the fire. Sipping the brandy leisurely, he thought over everything that was still yet to come.

He was most displeased with his role in things.

‘I know I had no choice regarding my participation in raping the girl, but still…’

He rubbed his face wearily with one hand, unable to stop blaming himself as the cause of what had happened to her.

‘If I’d only managed to find her the night she ran off, she wouldn’t have landed in the hands of that depraved bastard, Lucius Malfoy. She wouldn’t have ended up being gang raped tonight. In fact;’ he reasoned, ‘if I hadn’t gone looking for “entertainment” that night she never would have run off in the first place.’

He took a large swig of the brandy, enjoying the fumes that flared into his nostrils as a result of the liquor evaporating quickly in his mouth, and the burning feeling that trailed down his throat as he swallowed. All the while, he stared miserably into the flames of the fire. When he’d finished his glass of brandy, he got up and poured himself another. He continued on in this manner until he was drunk enough to finally pass out; his hand dropping over the arm of the chair, the glass slipping from his fingers onto the rug below, rolling back and forth for a few moments, before coming to its final rest on its side next to his chair.

He woke the next morning with a splitting headache. Clutching his head in his hands to try and stop the world from spinning, it took him a few moments to recollect why he was in such a dilapidated state, and when he did, he groaned audibly. Pulling himself upright was a bit of a struggle. He finally leaned over in the chair, placing his elbows on his knees, hunching his back as his head hung between his legs; his whole body and mind weary from everything. When the world stopped spinning, he managed to look up at his clock above the mantle. 12:30pm.

“Thank the gods that it’s Saturday and I don’t have to teach today,” he muttered to himself, “All I want to do is to crawl into bed and sleep this hangover off!!!”

Unfortunately, he could not. Taking one deep breath, he lugged his weary, self-abused body out of the chair. His back protested loudly as he stood up and stretched before he went into the loo to relieve himself. After washing his hands, he opened the medicine cabinet, and removed a small dark bottle, which contained an ocean blue liquid. Tilting his head back, he swallowed the contents quickly. Closing his eyes, he leaned heavily against the counter, waiting until the potion took effect and his head cleared, sighing in relief the moment it did. He then walked into the bedroom and moved to the side table, picking up the bottle from the previous night. He uncorked it, then poured the remaining contents down Ms. Vital’s throat.

‘That takes care of the sedative,' he thought. 'She needs nutrients though, if there is any hope of helping her grow stronger.’

Severus reached for another bottle and fed that to Mari as well. Colour began to return to her porcelain-white skin, and Severus knew then that she’d eventually be able to gain some strength from the potions he was giving her. He stood back and observed her for a few moments. She seemed as well as could be expected in her current condition.

Since she was still unconscious, he decided to take a closer look at the damage inflicted to her body. He could see the scar that ran from the corner of her mouth up to the bottom of her earlobe on the left side of her face. It looked bad but he could only imagine that the rest of her body looked worse. Carefully, he peeled back the covers, and then gingerly unbuttoned the nightdress he'd transfigured for her. She shifted restlessly for a moment, and then settled down. He frowned deeply upon first glance at her uncovered body. She was littered with scars and welts.

‘If Lucius Malfoy is anything, he is meticulous,’ Severus thought as he re-dressed her.

Standing back, he tried to decide what might be done for her once he’d successfully managed to convince the Dark Lord that she was dead. He would be able to do nothing for her until then. Luckily, the cuts and welts seemed to have been made by an actual tool or whip, rather than magic. He cast a few spells to check for any magical residue, and there was none.

‘This will work to my advantage. If magic had been used to cut her, I might not be able to repair the damage.’

He made a mental note of what would need to be done after she “died,” and tucked the information away in the recesses of his brain to be pulled out later. He pulled the covers back over her, then went into his office to grade some of the students’ exams. He spent the majority of the day doing whatever he could think of to keep himself occupied and his thoughts off the woman lying in his bed. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop feeling responsible for her current predicament.

‘I only hope that our plan will work,’ he thought, as he continued to grade papers.

Around five o’clock, he went back to his chambers to check on her, giving her another dose of the Sedative Potion, and some more vitamin-enriched potions.

This routine continued until Sunday night, when he went to the Headmaster to inform him that Ms. Vital was growing stronger, thanks to the potions, and the constant rest she’d been able to achieve.

“Will she be strong enough to survive the next potion that you will need to administer?”

“I believe so Headmaster, but nothing is certain,” Severus replied. “If we are going to try, it needs to be tonight. Classes will resume in the morning, and I will be unable to check on her as I have during the past two days.”

They discussed plans and made decisions. It was very late by the time Severus returned to his chambers. Standing by Mari's bedside, he looked down at the young woman, studying her for a few moments.

‘I suppose it's now or never.’

Lifting her into his arms with great care, he brought her into his private lab, making sure he wasn't seen by anyone, and set her down upon one of the workbenches. Standing back, he surveyed the room, deciding what exactly he would need. Withdrawing his wand, he placed wards up to prevent anyone from entering, then put silencing spells up to prevent anyone from hearing what was to come. As he put his wand away, he strode quietly to one of the cabinets, and removed a cut crystal bottle, lavender in colour, with a cork stopper and wax seal. Shaking his head in profound sadness, he stared into the bottle through the glass. He deeply regretted the potion he was about to use on her.

‘I don't want to hurt her any more than she already has been, but if the plan is to be successful, I have no choice.’

He set the potion bottle on the stool near the workbench after removing the wax seal. Taking a deep breath he woke her.

“Enervate.”

Mari stirred gently at first, and slowly opened her eyes. Before she had a chance to look around and get her bearings, she heard a familiar voice that turned her blood to ice in her veins.

“Well, it’s about time you finally woke up,” he snapped. “You’re getting weak. The last potion I tested on you knocked you out for several hours. You are wasting my time.”

Confused and frightened she looked around to locate him. He moved into her field of vision gracefully, and stood, looking very dark and menacing. Quickly, she tried to push herself off the workbench, to get away from him. Naturally, he was faster than her.

With an evil smile, he narrowed his eyes, grasped her wrist, and held her firm in his grip. Defiantly, she struggled hard.

“Now, now, my little guinea pig. We’ll have none of that. It’s time to test my next potion,” said Severus, his voice low.

In other circumstances, his voice might have been considered dulcet, but in the current time and place, Mari was left terrified and weeping.

Carefully pocketing his wand, he made to reach for the potion bottle. Before being able to reach it, Mari reacted desperately. Grabbing the hand holding its death grip on her wrist with her free hand, she dragged her head to it, biting down as hard as she could. Severus yelped in surprise, and released her wrist. She pushed herself off the workbench, and raced for the door. Before she could reach it, she was tackled by a tall dark blur. She screamed and struggled, but in spite of her newly returned strength, she was just no match for him.

Hauling her off the floor by her upper arms, Severus deposited her roughly back onto the workbench, and then leapt up with her, straddling her body in order to weigh her down, keeping her in place. Terror flooded Mari.

‘Gods, no, not again!’ she thought, remembering vividly, Lucius Malfoy in this position whenever he was about to rape her.

Ignoring her frantic struggles, and her whimpers of fear, Severus removed his hands from her arms, and leaned back, reaching quickly for the bottle still sitting on the stool. Grabbing it, he popped the cork in one swift move, and then, grasping her face, pried her mouth open. She beat upon his chest after being forced to swallow the horrid liquid, trying to make him get off of her. In a matter of seconds, the potion coursed through her veins and she felt herself weakening, and her vision blurring. As she began slumping back down on the table, Severus removed himself from atop her, and stood back to patiently observe the results.

Suddenly, her body seized up and she began convulsing. He leapt into action, running to his cabinets to search for another potion. Finding it, he moved back over to Mari. Removing the top of the bottle and forcing it between her lips, he poured a few drops in. Holding her mouth closed, he waited. Within a few moments, her convulsions began to recede. Just when it seemed she would be alright, Mari convulsed once more, and then collapsed onto the workbench. Severus acted quickly and used his wand to determine her status. After a few moments and several readings he closed his eyes and as he lowered his wand, he leaned heavily on his arms, committing the images of the past few moments to memory to ensure that everything he would show the Dark Lord would be clear. Opening his coal-black eyes, he looked around the room, surveying the damage done in the fight. He was distracted from his observations as he became aware of a dull throbbing in his right hand. Lifting it, he was surprised to see blood flowing from it.

‘Ah yes. Where she bit me,’ Severus recalled vaguely.

Moving to one of his cabinets, he took a bottle and opened it, swallowing a large mouthful. The wound healed itself, leaving no trace of what had happened, and the pain receded. Muttering a few spells, the room was cleaned of the violent mess made before. Setting the bottle back into the cabinet, he closed the door, his fingers idling on the knob. His eyes were sad as he walked to the Floo in his quarters. In moments, Severus was just outside the Headmaster’s office. He opened the door without knocking, and walked inside.

“Severus?” Albus asked, as he turned in his chair to face the door.

“It is done Headmaster. We should move her quickly. It is already late and grows later by the moment,” Severus said.

Albus nodded. Together, they stood and left the room. They moved to the fireplace just outside the Headmaster's office and the Headmaster grabbed a small handful of powder from the jar on the mantle. Throwing it into the fireplace he stated his destination.

“Severus Snape’s quarters.”

After disappearing from sight, Severus stepped up to the Floo, grabbed a handful of powder. Stating his destination, he too disappeared from the Headmaster’s office, reappearing moments later in his own quarters. Albus was not to be seen, but Severus knew where he would go. Moving through the doorway to the side of his sitting room, he opened it and stepped through to his office, then into the hallway outside. He maneuvered his way stealthily down the short corridor to his left, and turned right. Opening the door to his private lab, he stepped through. Sure enough, the Headmaster was there, looking forlornly down at the form of the unconscious young woman still lying on the workbench. Severus quietly moved to the Headmaster’s side, and stood silently, waiting for his next instructions.

“Does her body look much as her face does Severus?” Albus asked in a sad voice.

Severus nodded. “I am afraid so Headmaster. However, now that the Dark Lord will believe she is dead, the damage can be mended. I did not do so previously, as I did not wish him to think that I would be soft on her.”

“I understand Severus. How long will she remain unconscious?”

“I estimate with the dosage level I gave her, that she should sleep for the next twelve to twenty hours,” said Severus.

"I see. Well, we should get going, Severus."

Without another word, Severus lifted Mari into his arms, cradling her gently. The compassion was not lost on Albus, but he said nothing.
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