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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31717 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: In agreement with my beta – I’m posting this chapter unedited when she finishes with fixing the grammar and with me, I will re-post this chapter at a later date.
At that time, I do expect that some parts will be enhanced and there will be no grammatical errors.
I leave it to you to read it now or wait some more.
When I upload edited chapter I’ll remove this note :)
@Abecker18314: Thank you for your kind words :)
And I will finish this story, I can't promise any regular posting schedule due to my work - it may be few chapters a week to a chapter a month sadly (depends on how many working hours I have in a day/week) :( But I can promise you that this story will be finished ^_^
...He was standing behind the desk, leaning on its cold surface and giving his best not to grip the edge. Across him was Minerva, glaring cursed daggers at him. Battling the feeling of growing emptiness inside and nausea he narrowed his eyes.
“My decision is final, Minerva. Perpetrators will be punished.”
“For drawing?” she replied sharply and he shivered, that tone still affected him after so many years out of the school bench.
“For destroying the school property, for disrespecting the rules.” He replied firmly, his tone even.
“They are from my house, it was always - always - been a school rule that Head of House determines punishments for the students in their house.”
“The rules have changed, Minerva. After all, we wouldn’t want to reward such behaviour, wouldn’t we? Send them to my office.”
Minerva looked like she wanted to say something else but she decided against it. Without the word she turned and left his office. Once he was alone he fell back in the chair, breathing heavily.
“It is for the best, Severus.” Chimed in Albus’s portrait
“Do not talk to me, Albus. Not now. Phineas, do you have any news?”...

...Narcissa looked pale, worn off, but she still held herself royally. He offered her a seat and she accepted it with a soft smile of gratitude.
“What brings you here, Narcissa?”
“I have news, a message for you from our Lord...” she replied, her eyes darting over the portraits.
“And the message is?” He asked, her appearance worried him.
“He expects you at the Manor on Sunday, late noon.” She replied.
“Is that all? He could have just summoned me.”
“This is a private audition, he wants only you.”
“Very well, you may tell our Lord that I’ll be there in appointed time.” He replied.
She smiled and stood up. “My work here is done. Thank you for the reception Headmaster.”
“There is no need for formalities, Narcissa. How...how’s Lucius?” His heart shrink, plenty of rumours floated his way, mostly through Carrows - he didn’t trust them. He hoped they were false.
“We are fine. We are...faring. Lucius… The prison took its toll on him. Thank you for asking, Headmaster.” She replied, tone too polite, her eyes still roaming over the portraits.
“Send him my regards.”
“I will. I’ll see you on Sunday, Severus.” she tipped her head and walked out…

...Helpless anger bubbled inside him. How could they be so stupid? To allow themselves to be caught stealing - in his office no less! Now he has to punish them - but how? What to do?
He paced with agitation back and forth - thinking.
Scrubbing cauldrons? No, that was for those who left graffiti all over the place.
With Madam Pince? She already complains about 12 students serving detention in the library.
Minerva was out of the question.
Maybe to feed them with the potion that would keep them awake and alert and force them to listen to Bins talking about...anything actually? He wasn’t so keen on torturing the wretched loth.
Hagrid was… Maybe... Yes, Hagrid would do. Carrows hated being in the same space with Hagrid, they perceived him as wild and uncivilised and crude. They would see detention with Hagrid as ultimate punishment and little idiots will be safe with him.
He felt relieved, making a decision. He wished he could do something to punish Carrows like he desired, sadly most he could do was occasional Crucio for insubordination. He despised the fact that he couldn’t punish them for their teaching methods…

...His Occlumency shields reaffirmed enough to give him control over his nervousness did not calm him completely. It was never a good sign if Dark Lorded requested a private audience of his followers. He briefly wondered what was the accusation against him this time and who made it?
It had to be Bellatrix.
This time it wasn’t a question of would he survive, his position as a Headmaster secured that he would survive. But in what shape he will be when all is over - that was the real question.
Taking a long steadying breath he tapped his wand on the Manor’s door. Soon, elf opened the door and lead him to the big dining room, one usually reserved for celebrations.
“Ah, Severus - right on time.”
“My Lord.” He bowed low.
“Come, come, no need for such formalities. I am more than satisfied with you, Severus, and that is why I want to bestow a gift on you.”
“It is such an honour, my Lord.” he bowed once more, shortly.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was worried. At times Dark Lord’s “gifts” could be worse than his punishments.
“It is a matter of practicality as well. I need you to be available to me at the moment's notice without the constrictions of anti-apparition wards or floo networks.”
“My Lord?” He asked, taking care that he has a gratitude and question in equal measures in his voice. He will worry about the implications of such gift later.
“Unsupported flight, Severus.” there was a note of giddiness in Dark Lord’s voice but the annoyance overpowered it by far.
“Such a gift my Lord.” he whispered. It was a gift indeed, a useful one, that is if he wasn’t a guinea pig chosen to test if such thing was possible.
“Indeed...” replied Dark Lord and gave him a stack of parchments, the requirements for the spell. It was complicated, much more demanding than learning to be an animagus. He felt the cold sweat painfully glide down his spine - this would take months to learn and achieve - Dark Lord wasn’t known for his patience.
“How...when do I have to be proficient at the spell, my Lord?” he asked evenly, not letting any of his feelings sip through.
“This evening.” there was a dark amusement in Dark Lord’s voice.
“My Lord.” he intoned, sending a silent apology to Albus in the back of his mind behind his Occlumency walls.
“Do you doubt in me, Severus?”
“No, my Lord. If I have any doubts it is in myself. My ability to match your brilliance and learn such complex spell as fast as you did.” this was as close as it could get to the admission of guilt.
“I am well aware of that, Severus. There are faster ways to learn the spell…” Dark Lord turned to face him motioning to him to kneel.
He obeyed, lowering his head. Whatever happens next was out of his control. He relaxed his muscles as much as possible expecting at least one round of Crushiatus. Dark Lord’s hand lifted his head, he suppressed the shiver looking in the amusement in red eyes.
“...A faster way, indeed, though not pleasant.”
And then the pain split his vision, he felt Dark Lord’s presence in his mind, it felt like someone was using a heated poker to rut through his brain. He bit at his tongue hard, the taste of copper filling his mouth. He tried not to choke, to maintain his posture - to fill his painful brain with pictures of gratitude toward the gift and Dark Lord...

...The light stabbed his eyes. His head was pounding. His hip and shoulder screamed in pain as the hard stone pressed on them. He gasped.
“Ah, you’re awake, Severus. Good. Good.”
So he was still in the presence of the Dark Lord and alive. Struggling, he pushed back up to kneeling position. Hs knees protested with a loud crack.
“Stand, Severus. Sleep on the knowledge you received and practise whenever you can. You do not have an excuse not to come when I summon you, now.”
He pushed himself up leaning with both hands on the floor before straightening to standing. Pain rippled through him and at that point he wasn't sure if it was caused by the Dark Lord's actions or the floor. Most importantly - he was alive, which meant that still had a chance to help Potter. He bowed as much he could with words.
“I will, My Lord, thank you.”
He stumbled to the hallway and leaned on the wall.
“Severus…” there was almost a whisper behind him, Narcissa was looking at him through the barely open door and mentioning him to come. He walked few unsteady steps to reach the door and she pulled him into the room.
Lucius was sleeping on the sofa and he gave her one concerned look. Lucius looked nothing like himself, from dishevelled unkempt hair to hollow cheeks and yellowish parlour with dark bags beneath his eyes.
“The prison didn’t agree with him.” mildly remarked Narcissa “How bad it is?”
“You know I can’t…”
“I asked if you have any injuries, Severus.” she smiled at him, softening the steel in her voice.
“Just an overzealous use of Legilimency, nothing a night of sleep won’t cure.” he sighed.
Narcissa offered him a chair and he took it gratefully. She poured them both a tea and handed him his cup.
“It is not much, but it will help.” she smiled
“An English cure-it-al...” he replied politely, wondering if there was a point under this too formal behaviour.
“In any other occasion - yes, but not at the moment. Drink your tea, Severus.”
“Cissa…?”
“Consider this my gratitude for taking care of my son, Severus. Drink your tea.” she smiled and sipped from her cup.
He sniffed the tea, sharp smell of invigoration draught blended with black tea and apricot leaves. He smiled gratefully and nodded, taking a large gulp.
“Thank you, Cissa.”
“These are the...interesting...if not civil times we live in. A small indulgence in proper ethic with a dear and old friend in all we can afford. Which makes moments like this all the more precious, wouldn’t you agree.” Narcissa spoke quietly, as a reply to her words Lucius snorted few times and shifted on the sofa.
“I am inclined to agree, or rather I would if your husband wouldn’t exhibit such poor manners at the moment.”
She nodded. They shared few more cups, by his estimation enough draught to enable him to safely apparate to the Hogwarts gates. Misty was waiting for him to transport him directly to his office. He tiredly sat in the chair.
“My boy…”
“Not now, Albus.” he growled
“Severus…” tried Albus’s portrait once more.
“I said not now, Old Man.”
“What happened, Severus?” asked Albus, but now his tone was cautious, more of a tone of meddling and annoyingly curious old man. He smiled at the portrait, nodding.
“You can’t stop pestering me even when dead. If I could peel you off that wall I know where would I put you!” he snapped.
“And where would that be?” Asked Albus
“In the room, I use the least of all others.” he hissed.
“Very well.” Albus sounded insulted, he stood up and walked out of his portrait.
“Finally!” he mumbled. The other portraits grumbled at his rudeness so he bellowed “Silence!!!” before retreating to his bedroom.
Once he was settled and near the sleep, Albus’s voice whispered. “Just nod your head if you agree.”
He nodded.
“You visited the Dark Lord this evening?”
Nod.
“He did something to your head, used Legilimency or another kind of mind magic on you?”
Another nod.
“How long before you know what he did to you?”
He huffed and rolled in bed.
“Right, sorry my boy. Would you know tomorrow?
He tilted his head shrugging.
“Very well, let me know when you find out. Rest now, Severus.”....
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione sat in the bed gulping for air. Her head was pounding and she was sure that a headache wasn’t hers. She cast a Lumos, Severus was curled up in his bed, shaking. She reached to get up and… Changing her mind she carefully took notes and whispered Nox.
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