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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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�� Miranda�s mind
remembered vaguely when Lord Voldemort had done this to her as well, that awful
feeling of being tightly compressed as squeezed as though forced through a
tube. Her knees nearly buckled as they suddenly were in a new location, but
Severus Snape had been expecting it and one strong hand steadied her before she
dropped to the floor.

�You will eventually get used to it.� He said in a cold
voice and nearly forcefully led her to old chair where she gratefully sank
down.

� Then the man did a
curious thing, he simply paced for a moment. Back and forth in front of a fireplace
here that was glowing with warm embers. Snape walked to a window and closed the
curtains glanced once dourly at her and then paced some more.

� Miranda warily
glanced around her; it was a small living room that looked rarely used and very
cramped and gloomy. Candles were lit here and there and all around were shelves
stacked from floor to ceiling with books of every type. The place felt both
dark and gloomy much like Severus� demeanor. Miranda sensed that he dreaded
this �assignment� from the Dark Lord as much as she did. But yet, so far this
Snape was an enigma. He coldness seemed almost as enshrouding and mysterious as
the black robes and cloak he wore around himself, but yet he had been the only
one so far who had not been outright cruel to her, in fact he had not only
given her healing but actually had given her a small measure of decency in his
allowing her to tend to her own rape wounds.

�� Finally the man
stopped pacing and came right up in front of her nearly towering over her. She
dared not flinch. She had endured cruelty from her master Voldemort, from that
horrid Malfoy and the various other Death Eaters; she did not want to piss off
the one man who so far had been light handed with her.

�� As you are well
aware,� he simply stated his voice slightly dripping with sarcasm, �the Dark
Lord has sent you here under my tutelage to learn both the English language and
remedial magical skills, since you were never sent to school by your muggle
parents.�

� She opened her mouth
to ask what a �muggle� was as it didn�t translate in Italian but his quick
glare and the hissed, �Silence! Just listen, no talking is required from you!�
stopped her from daring to ask anything at the moment.

� �Now, as I was
saying. We seem to be stuck with one another for awhile whether you like it or
not. Since the Dark Lord wishes this, I highly suggest you do exactly what is
required of you, and that is to learn and learn well.� He leaned over her
suddenly, his dark eyes and hooked nose just inches from her own face,� �I have little tolerance for cheek, insolence
or disrespect, and I do assure you that the Dark Lord WILL ask for reports from
me weekly.�

�� She just nodded,
pulling back from his intense gaze of her; her face turning again to the side,
anywhere but to look at him.

� �Face me!� he
growled, his hand shot out and took hold of her lower jaw, forcing her face to
look at him. Snape almost regretted it the moment he did it. He saw his mothers
own haunted eyes staring back at him for a moment, a look as defeated and
strained on Miranda�s face as when his father had abused his own mother.

� Immediately Severus
released Miranda�s face as though burned, he could NOT look at those eyes right
now. Instead he paced again, his hands clenched in fists behind his back. �Effing bloody hell!� his mind reeled in
anger, �Damn you Voldemort, to the lowest
levels of hell for doing this to me!� he used his wand and summoned a tray
with some mead on it and then walked hesitantly back towards Miranda, the tray
floating effortlessly in front of him.

� �Here.� His voice
was controlled, he tried to make it come out soothing, calm, but he was not
used to such thing and he knew he had to be very careful. Voldemort�s
legilimency could see any slips on Snape�s part through her eyes and mind.
�Drink this; let us try again, shall we?�

�� Miranda regarded the floating tray in front
of her, for a moment her eyes seemed surprised and then there was almost a
faint flicker of something pleasant behind her dark eyes. She remembered Furio
showing her such magic; it had been so long since she had simply seen simple
magic. Gingerly she took one of the glasses of mead and drank deeply, it seemed
to please the dark Professor in front of her, and the tension dropped in the
cramped living room.

�� Now,� Snape said as
he took his own glass and then went and sat down opposite her in his chair. �I
am Professor Severus Snape; you will show me the same respect as any teacher
and can refer to me as Professor Snape or Sir. It is my unpleasant job to bring
you up to speed as Lord Voldemort wishes.�
I do teach during the day at a large school, so you will be doing much
of your lessons self taught with personal review by me nightly.� He paused and
took a sip of his drink. �Soon the school will be on break for the Holidays and
I will have much more time for personalized tutoring, but we both have our jobs
to do for the Dark Lord, mine is to teach you and yours is to learn. Are we
clear on that?�

�� Yes sir,� she
answered him and this time she did make wary eye contact with him.

�� Second, you are to
remain here at all times. I will bring whatever supplies you need for you, and
NO transforming into animagus form.� His eyes looked harshly at her a moment.
�There is no room here for that and no reason for it. This home is protected
and sealed with various charms, so you will have no escape even if you chose to
try.� He leaned forward in his chair and now his eyes did bore into her. �Keep
in mind the mark you now bear.� He was not trying to sound cruel, in fact if
anything he was trying to drive home the importance of his words in a way that
could not be seen as traitorous by Voldemort, �The Dark Lord can find you
anywhere with the Mark now upon you.� And then the teacher slid up his
billowing sleeve and Miranda caught sight of the Dark Mark on his arm. The very
same skull with a serpent wriggling out of its mouth, only his was larger. �He
can track you, and he can sense you and he can call you with this mark.�

�� Miranda just stared
numbly at it a moment remembering just yesterday when the Dark Lord had branded
it with his fingers upon her own neck while she had been in her horse form,
right after she had killed that poor farmer� Her mind spiraled a moment then
and she thought she would be sick.

�� Severus seemed to
know instinctively what dark corridors her mind was going down just by the pale
look on her face and the sudden tremble to her hand. �Do not dwell on it; it is
enough to know nothing can be kept from the Dark Lord. Always remember this as
your most important lesson Miranda. Nothing can be kept from him; he is the
most powerful legilimens known.�

�� Miranda nodded and
quickly finished her drink, the mead burning on the way down. But it soothed
her, made her feel like she could at least survive one more second, one more
hour, and one more day.

� �You are tired and
need to heal.� Snape said casually and stood. �I will get your books and
supplies. I will give you a draught to help you sleep a dreamless sleep. There
is a small guest room upstairs where you will be sleeping and staying. Are we
clear so far with one another one the rules?� he asked.

�� Yes, Professor.�
She said again in a quiet voice.

�� Silently and with
no further words Snape used his wand to open a secret passageway on the wall
behind her and he began to ascend the steps. Wordlessly she obediently followed
him. It was a bit cleaner up here, but no less dark and gloomy. He opened a
door to his right and there was a small, Spartan bedroom with a full sized four
poster bed in it, a dresser and an armoire. She could here rain outside now
beginning to lash the small dingy window, and the low occasional rumble of
thunder. Professor Snape used his wand to effortlessly light a few lamps and
turn down the bed for her. He took then from his pocket a small vial that had a
potion in it. �Do not drink this until you are in the bed, it will take effect
immediately and put you in a deep healing sleep. If you need to use the
lavatory first it is right across the hall and to the left.� He placed the
potion down on the nightstand near the bed.

�� For a brief instant
they simply glanced at one another, unwilling teacher and unwilling student.
Both of them forced by Voldemort to have to be thrust together in this
unnatural situation, and then like Voldemort, Snape broke the gaze and simply
turned on his heel and left her room, his black robes billowing out behind him.

� Ten minutes later
she lay in bed with the rain beating out a harsh tempo on the window and the
flames from the two candles flickering ominously around the room. With a slightly
shaking hand she opened the vial and downed the entire potion in one gulp.

Already she could feel it indeed beginning to affect her,
her body becoming drowsy and heavy with sleep. She curled onto her side then,
her nostrils breathing the dusty unfamiliar scent of Snape�s home and one hand
under her head against her head feeling the Dark Mark which felt like an ice
cube against her skin.
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