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Broken by the Dark Lord	By : Kanashii Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6067 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�� Severus Snape gave a quick low bow to the
seated figure before him. They were the only two in the room, before them a
crackling fire burning in the large fireplace. Severus could already tell his
master was not in the most pleasant of moods, things were happening so quickly
now that he had returned and he knew the Dark Lord had much to accomplish. �I
am at your service Master.� Severus said promptly.

�� Voldemort regarded
the potions master in front of him a moment. �I have an assignment for you,
Severus.� He finally spoke after a moment. �The new guest from Italy has turned
and sworn her service to me. But I have neither the time nor resources to teach
her that which she should have been taught at a young age. I cannot teach her
the dark arts until she is at least equivalent in her magical skill to what she
should be for her age.�

�� Severus seemed to
sense already what was going to come out of the Dark Lord�s mouth next, he
fought every urge to shift on his feet or worse open his mouth at this point
and speak. Not when Voldemort already seemed to be in a foul mood.

� �Obviously she is
too old to go to any conventional wizarding school.� Voldemort glanced at the
fire a moment seeming to be deep in thought. �It would be hard for her to go
now anyway.� He gave a quick snort, then turned back to the rigidly standing
Snape in front of him.�� She will work
under your private tutelage Snape. She needs to learn fluent English and she
needs to learn at least a 4^th year level of spell-craft before I can
hone her totally.�

� Finally Snape did
speak, �Of course my Lord, but it will be hard, I do teach full time at
Hogwarts. When will I have time too?�

� He didn�t finish,
the red eyes turned on him with a barely controlled fury. �I care NOT when you
have time, Snape!� Voldemort hissed. �You have been a teacher for over 13 years
have you not? Then TEACH!� the eyes seemed to grow larger and bore into
Severus, �She is not a small child, get her started and have her self study,
work with her at nights you imbecile! You�re a potions master, so brew yourself
a potion that requires you to not have to sleep for a few weeks if necessary.�

� Snape�s jaw muscle
flinched. Rarely did he ever bring Voldemort�s wrath down on him, he had worked
so hard to play his role well, and unlike the arrogant Malfoy or some of the
other death eaters he usually was able to wear his mask flawlessly. Inwardly
his mind hissed in anger though, �Now I
have some student to teach the most remedial lessons to? Now I have this lousy
assignment from Voldemort on top of all else, and the work with the Order
and... .� quickly Severus cleared his mind and threw his occlumency
strongly into place. He knew better than to let such emotions and thoughts slip
in front of such a powerful legilimens.

� �Of course my Lord,
forgive me.� Snape said neutrally and gave his head a quick bow again, hoping
it would appease the glowering man sitting in front of him. Voldemort truly was
in a temper today.

�� She has sustained
some injuries from her breaking and turning, so meet me in one hour in her room
with whatever magic you have for healing. You will collect her then and bring
her to whatever location you have chosen for her to learn at. But I highly
suggest you keep her out of view of people. She stands out here, she doesn�t know
the language and she needs to be quickly bought up to speed in remedial magical
skill.� Voldemort abruptly stood up and pointed his wand at the fire which
suddenly turned green and flared with an intensity as hot as the Dark Lord�s
fiery mood.� Nagini, Voldemort�s large
snake who had been curled up near the fire hissed a low sound at the sudden
explosion and popping of flames and slithered her way closer to her Master�s
chair.

�� Snape still had so
many questions swirling around in his mind, but he dared not ask. He would only
hope that more would be explained later. He walked over to the fire his Master
had stoked up. �Spinners End� he
focused his thoughts to the fireplace in his small cramped living room and then
walked into the flames.

�� An hour later Lord Voldemort
and Severus Snape walked into the small sparsely furnished room where the Dark
Lord had placed the unconscious Miranda to sleep from her ordeal. She lay on
the bed still asleep, her face seemed uncomfortable and fitful her long dark
hair spread out on the pillow, one of her arms bruised and cut flung out to the
side. �Heal her.� Voldemort simply said and then went and sat down in the
corner.

�� Severus reached
down to the thin cotton blanket to pull it away from the unconscious girl. He had
not been here when she had been broken, had not seen what had been done to get
her to break, but he had heard Lucius Malfoy gloating and bragging about it, so
he knew whatever had been done had been a rough ordeal indeed. He knew well
enough how the Death Eaters operated.

�� As soon as he began
to pull away the blanket she stirred. Because she was still oozing fresh blood,
the blanket had stuck to her wounds and Snape pulling it away only reopened the
wounds and caused sharp pain that immediately woke her up.� She did not recognize this man in front of
her, his sharp dark eyes, the fairly long black hair that hung in his face and
his billowing black robes. There was no emotion she could read on that cool
detached face of his as his eyes glanced coldly over her.

� She realized she was
still naked, and still had the awful memories of what had been done to her the
day before. Weakly she tried to grab at the blankets to turn away from this new
tormenter.� Severus moved to grab her
hand to stop her from fighting him, �Will you quit already� he hissed, �I am
trying to help you!�

�� Dazed and not
understanding him she growled in Italian, �Leave me alone! I already promised
him service, why won�t you people leave me alone!�

� �STOP!� Voldemort�s
voice rang out again as it had before, seeming to be in multiple languages at
once. He had glided up to her left side and peered down at her bloody, ruined
flesh. �Yes you did promise me service, didn�t you, Miranda.� One of his long
fingers reached casually down and touched her bleeding side where Malfoy�s
spurs had cruelly raked her. �And I told you I would have you honed and taught.
Taught magical skill and molded to what I
want.� His eyes seemed to glare at her a moment. �Meet your new teacher,
Severus Snape. He will be starting your education and private tutelage, but I
shall give you your very first lesson myself��

� And it was then
Miranda�s world exploded in pain again, she knew Voldemort was using that
cruciatus curse. She had felt it so many times the last day; she knew that
tormenting, agonizing pain well.� She
could feel her raw throat scream in unrelenting pain as her muscles twitched
and convulsed, and even worse, it felt as though the Dark Mark he had put on
her seemed to be a living brand boring into her very flesh like fire chewing
through her.

�� The pain stopped then, but the echoes of it
reverberated along every nerve and sinew of her body. �Lesson number one,�
Voldemort glared at her, �Is that you had better show me the proper respect and
obeisance every time you see me or refer to me.� Miranda trembled all over,
tears coursing down her cheeks, but Lord Voldemort was not swayed by such weak
displays, in fact it only seemed to make him in a fouler mood.

� �Off the bed and BOW
TO ME!� he ordered her darkly.

� �She did not need any imperio curse to direct
her, she knew he would either torture her or kill her to comply, and she HAD
promised service to him. With the adrenaline of total fear pumping through her
body she flung herself off the bed and down by his feet in a trembling,
shivering mass.

� �When you see me,
you will refer to me as Master, and you will greet me with a bow or proper
acknowledgment.� He spoke his words like icicles dripping down onto her. �When
you speak OF me, you will refer to me as Your Master or the Dark Lord.�
Voldemort glared down at her a moment, �Your weakness disgusts me, Miranda. I
know there is strength in there somewhere, and if I must I will have Lucius
Malfoy beat it out of your hide day by day.�

�� Snape had seen the
small dark mark on her neck right behind her ear when she had first begun
convulsing under Voldemort�s cruciatus curse. �So he has already marked her.� Severus� mind swam down dark and
depressing corridors, �Than she has
spilled innocent blood in his name.� Snape remembered his own day of
receiving the Dark Mark, at times, especially lately it haunted him. One did
not simply join Lord Voldemort and the death eaters like a �club� with hollow
words and receive a mark. No, it had to be brutally earned. One had to kill an
innocent in the name and service of Voldemort and the crueler the better.
Always Voldemort was there for the first death a new recruit would make,
because if the new recruit didn�t kill, if they hesitated or balked or showed
any remorse then Voldemort would simply end the new recruits life in the most
agonizing way possible. If the new recruit successfully killed and the death
pleased Lord Voldemort then he would mark the new recruit as a Death Eater and
they would be painfully and magically branded with his Dark Mark, part of the
ceremony involving some of the blood from the innocent person the new recruit
had killed, being magically entwined into the Dark Mark.

� Snape remembered the
day that the Dark Lord had touched his finger to Snape�s forearm and branded
that Dark Mark into him. At the time Severus had been younger and far more
angry. His soul filled with hate and vendetta against all in his life that had
ever wronged him. At the time he had been so proud and honored to have been
accepted into the one group who truly treated him as an equal, as �family�, his
fellow Death Eaters. But only over the years had he learned what a brutal and
heavy burden that dark mark was, and how little Voldemort truly cared for his
servants. All of them were merely slaves in one way or another for his will and
whim.

�� Severus� eyes
glanced briefly at the prostrated woman trembling at the feet of Voldemort. He
knew in his soul that she had joined only because she must have felt she had no
other choice, that even death wasn�t an option. She didn�t appear to be the
type to want to voluntarily seek out the Death Eaters, she definitely was not a
dark hearted person that Snape could sense, and that meant that Voldemort
wanted her for some very specific task indeed.

�� Now�� Voldemort�s
voice snapped Severus out of his daydream and seemed to snap Miranda out of her
fear as well. The Dark Lord�s voice was tightly controlled, no longer cruel and
furious. �I will forgive you this mistake today because you are new, and come
to me differently than my other servants normally do. But,� and here he paused
and crouched down; one finger reached down and brushed away her long dark hair
so he could touch the Dark Mark that was on her neck, behind her ear. �Remember
in the future of who you speak to. I demand loyalty, respect and unflinching
obeisance to my every command. If I choose to have one of my other servants
like Snape here, heal you or teach you or tap dance on your bloody head, then
you will comply with whatever my wishes are. Do you understand?� the question
was almost gentle and taunting with silky cords that slipped around her.
Severus Snape knew it was the Dark Lord�s most dangerous tone of all, one he
used when he was prepared to kill instantly or maim horribly if need be.

� �Yes, Master.�
Miranda said in a respectful voice but one that did not quaver. This seemed to
please Voldemort.

� �Good, now. Get on
the bed and you will stoically endure without a sound whatever Snape wishes to
do to you, and then you will be leaving with him for your first part of your
training.� And with that simple statement the Dark Lord swept out of the room
leaving Snape and the girl alone.

� Quietly and unable
to look at the man she was told was called Severus Snape she walked to the bed
and lay down, her head turned from him, her eyes looking anywhere but at him.
She would dare not do anything to bring anymore wrath from her Master.

� Snape took out his
wand and touched it briefly to his throat; �polyglot-Italian�
he murmured and when he spoke next his voice was in flawless Italian. �I have
some potions for you to take. Cooperate with me and this will go quickly, do
you understand?�

� �Yes.� She simply
answered, her eyes seemed like two glassy windows that were fogged with the
total surrender and breaking of her soul from Voldemort�s treatment of her.

�� Snape gave her the three vials, one of blood
replenishing, one of wound regeneration and a draught of peace. He then fished
out of his pocket a tin that held a purple, almost glue like concoction and this
he scooped up on one finger and began to apply to all the deep gashes on her
waist and shoulders where Malfoy�s spurs had shredded her skin and flesh.

� Severus knew that
the wounds would never heal completely, there would always be scarring now on
her olive skin, ugly white lines on her lower hips and the corners of her mouth
would bear small jagged cuts from where the cruel bridle had torn into her.
Somehow he knew in his heart that Voldemort would be more pleased to see her
scarred than back to perfect health. Beauty marred and corrupted only pleased
the Dark Lord.

Snape finished applying the ointment to the wounds around
her mouth and her soft lips and true to Voldemort�s instructions she uttered
not one peep, even as he probed deeply into the gashes on her shoulders with
the purple healing compound.

� �Turn over.� He
quietly commander her as he cleaned off his finger and reached for another
potion that looked like an amber liquid the consistency of almond oil. This oil
had a scent like pine and rosemary and he used his fingertips to rub it into
the deep black and blue bruises along her back and kidneys.

�� Snape straightened up and replaced his vials
and potions, then remembered the huge blonde death eater. �Are you torn down
below?� he asked in a clinical detached voice.

� ��Only then did she finally look over her
shoulder at him and he could see the mixed emotions of fear, humiliation, rage
and something else flicker deep behind her dark eyes.

� ��I could order you to simply show me.� He
said nonchalantly.� Her body did tremble
then and her eyes again took on that glassy far away look as if her mind was
near the breaking point.� Snape glanced
around briefly and then spoke very low. �It is your choice, I will not force
you, do you understand? The quicker wounds are treated magically the less
chance of permanent damage. If you would rather put this on yourself I
understand, trust me I have no desire to�� he left the sentence dangling and
then abruptly put the small tin that had held the purple ointment on a
nightstand next to her. �Smear some of this down below if you need it, I will
get your clothing.� And then he abruptly turned away giving Miranda some
privacy.

� ��Miranda glanced once over her shoulder to
make sure that Severus wasn�t watching and quickly scooped a small amount of
the purple goop out and then thrust it into her sore pussy where the large
blonde death eater had so relentlessly pounded and torn into her.

� ��Severus had gathered up the clothes she had
first arrived here with, a short, lightweight summer dress and her underwear.
Other clothes would have to be gotten, already it was beginning to turn into
late autumn here in Britain and these clothes would do no good against the
cold, clammy, British winter. Stiffly and awkwardly he handed her the clothing
and turned around again as though he was fiddling with some vials. After a few
minutes he turned back around to see her sitting clothed on the bed, her eyes
down and her body simply hunched over.

� �Alright, let�s go.�
He walked over to her still speaking in Italian from the translation charm. �We
are going to apparate; it�s one of the ways wizards travel. I will be side
apparating you, so hang on to me very tightly, understand?�

� She nodded and
clutched his arm tighter than he thought she would be capable of. In fact her
grip was almost painful, but he was certain it was fear that was still
thrumming along her nerves that compelled her to.
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