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- 1-The Father's Sin
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The Father’s Sin

Severus Snape had written the directions for the potion on
the board. He had given the students the reading to do for homework. He had
supervised the preparations for the potions and had gone around to each
person's table, inspecting their creations.

He decided that he was most certainly not at fault when Potter's cauldron blew
up. He most certainly was not at fault either when that first explosion ignited
Mr. Longbottom's own potion, thus resulting in a chain of botched potions and a
very messy classroom.

Snape had given Mr. Potter the generous task of cleaning the entire classroom
with a toothbrush that could not be charmed. He would have preferred the use of
Potter's tongue on his floor but such a thing was no longer allowed.

Upon going into his private office with a large headache, he caught sight of
the stack of unmarked papers upon his desk.

He would have been hard pressed to find a reason to stay within the confines of
Hogwarts ot fot for one little object. This object was most useful on days such
as these when he needed a boost to just get through dinner, let alone the rest
of the night. Going over to his shelf, he took down the thin diary. He kept the
book in plain sight so it wouldn't be seen by the doddering old fool whenever
he came around.

Seating himself down at his desk, he opened up the book in the middle and placed
it upon the floor. A small needle was taken out from his desk drawer and with a
quick prick of his finger, a few droplets of blood fell upon the pages. Snape's
wand was taken out and as soon as the creature rose out of the pages to form a
transparent, slightly touchable image, Snape put in motion his strongest
binding spell.

Angry red eyes glared up at the Professor but the small memory was helpless
against the older man. Snape wanted his submission tonight.

The tangible image of Tom Riddle was jerked forward through means of the
controlled binding spell Snape had used. Severus took only seconds to undo his
belt and trouser zipper. This was a ritual that he had gone through many times
since the term began and though Riddle was always so unwilling, in the end his
struggles were useless.

Severus watched as his prisoner took the purplish head of his cock into his
mouth and started to suck. Riddle was quite talented and Snape knew that the
boy was anxious to get this task over and done with, so there was very little
teasing involved.

Riddle would suck him in, inch by inch, until finally he was deepthroating the
older man. His tongue would work the underside as his nose nuzzled against
Snape's pubis. Occasionally, Snape would thrust himself into the boy's mouth,
holding Riddle's head in place as he fucked that wet orifice.

For tonight, though, Snape turned his attention onto the papers that needed
marking.

The diary had come to him through very strange means. Snape had finished
dealing with the first years and had retired to his own rooms to find an owl
waiting for him upon his window sill. The letter had been sent by Lucius Malfoy
and had been scrawled down quickly, as though the writer was in a sort of rush.

'Severus,

I believe that my son has with him a rather dangerous tome. I need you to go
into his belongings, retrieve it, and send it back to me. You will know what it
is when you find it.

Sincerely,

Lucius'

Snape had puzzled over the letter for some time, wondering what in hell his old
friend was talking about. More than likely, it would be a book on the Dark Arts
that Draco was not allowed to have and would potentially cause the Malfoys
quite a bit of embarrassment and headaches if it was found.

Or the book simply could have been a pornographic ABC colouring guide. One
never knew with the Malfoys. Nevertheless, while Draco slept soundly that
night, Severus had crept into his dorm room and had rummaged through the boy's
belongings.

He felt like a sick sort of predator, more like the spy he really was than the
boy's Godfather. He was doing this not only for Lucius' sake but also for his
own. He did not care to have the Malfoys fall under Dumbledore's harsh
scrutiny. Debts that had built up from long ago had yet to be repaid and Snape,
while not being honorable, still knew how to pay back his own.

He had found the diary stashed away between some of Draco's chocolate frogs and
textbooks and a shiver of fear raced down his spine as he brought it into the
light. Thin and innocent-looking, the true danger resided within the engraved
letters upon the book's cover.

Severus had brought the book back into his office and faced a moral dilemma.
Dare he bring the book back to Lucius and risk two Dark Lords? Had the diary
been repaired? The hole on the cover was no longer and the pages seemed as
crisp and clear as ever. Magic had healed the book and he knew this was Lucius'
doing.

He would not turn in his old friend but nor could he allow Lucius to get his
hands on the book.

The letter he sent back to Lucius was brief.

'Lucius,

Couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. You'll have to buy yourself a new
Playwizard.

Severus'

Severus had placed the diary upon his own bookshelf, keeping it tucked away
neatly between two large books. Curiosity plagued him throughout the night as
he thought of the demon, the creature, which resided within that book.
Curiosity would only get his head cut off in the end, his pragmatic side told
him and he was always inclined to agree with his survival instinct.

He didn’t know why he decided to research the book the next day.

Severus Snape was interested in being able to use the thing in the diary for
his own devices. Now that he knew he was working with an essence diary, he knew
precisely what he was up against and he wouldn't make any mistakes for this
task.

His research was extensive and lasted for a good few days before he even made
contact with the diary.

His hand had barely shaken when he put the quill to paper. A droplet confirmed
that the ink was still absorbed into the book.

A Hello was written by an invisible hand upon the paper.

The diary still worked and the thing within was still alive and functioning.
Severus felt the temptation to burn the book now, just cast it into the fire
and have done with it. He would feel no guilt that way and that would be the
last anyone ever knew or saw of the diary.

Instead, he shut the diary and researched more into the book, trying to gain as
much wisdom as he could from pages of essence diary creation stories and tales
as to how to control the memory or spirit within the pages.

There were so many binding spells, but what would work for a junior Dark Lord?
How much did Riddle know? Could he come out of those pages again? More and more
research went into the book and two weeks later, Severus was finally ready to
experiment.

Essence diaries needed essence to keep them strong. He knew the Dark Lord well
enough to believe that as soon as Riddle had a chance, he would escape from the
confines of the pages. What Riddle needed was essence and essence was to be
found in blood. There was no stronger element, the books had said.

So Severus had given Riddle some blood and watched the results, his wand in
hand.

Riddle had emerged slowly as though dreading what lay upon the other side of
the book. Or perhaps he was simply being cautious and making sure that Potter
wasn't around. As soon as the boy emerged fully, Severus had leapt up and cast
the binding spell upon the child's body, causing Riddle to crash to the ground
in surprise.

With Riddle properly subdued, and not just a little angry, Snape had enough
time to make sure that his binding spell worked properly.

After awhile, Riddle's form became transparent and the binding spell fell away
as the memory fell back into the diary. Severus became more than intrigued and
set to conducting experiments nearly every night. He timed Riddle's appearance
and departure and concluded that the more blood drawn, the longer Riddle would
stay. Also, there wasn't immunity on the binding spell. Riddle could not break
away.

Tom Riddle was under his control.

Ultimately, that conclusion brought about Severus' next idea and that was one
for revenge. At long last, he was finally going to be able to extract payment
for his suffering at the hands of Lord Voldemort.

The Dark Lord had held a love for the Cruciatus rivaled only by Bellatrix
Lestrange. Severus could remember hour after hour of torture in the throne
room. He would be cursed for a few seconds, for many seconds, for a full
minute, for a few minutes, then it would end and he'd be panting and his throat
would be parched from screaming so loudly. He would then be cursed again, with
so much rage behind Voldemort's magic, Severus often felt that he was going
insane or that his head was bursting open.

The curse would end and Severus would be crying unashamedly at the pain and the
knowledge that this cruelty would not end. Another sharp curse and he'd writhe
and beg for Voldemort to stop and when the Dark Lord finally ceased, all
Severus heard was the man's laughter.

The Cruciatus was horrendous but even worse were the more creative punishments
that Voldemort came up with. These could include playing the jester for the
Dark Revels and having to submit to the Death Eaters' whims. Or his punishments
could include various beatings with either fists and feet or whips and canes.
Severus' loyalty had been questioned daily after Snape had become a spy and
there were times when Voldemort would try to crack open Snape's mind to peer at
what thoughts lay within, which he would share with the others.

Lucius was the one who kept him sane and spoke up for him during his time of
need. Severus had remembered this bit of kindness and had kept quiet about
Lucius' name during the trials at the end of the war.

Voldemort also became aware that his Second was normally the one to stand up
for Snape, and so, he took to punishing Severus whenever Lucius wasn't around.
This seemed much more beneficial as Snape would be without a savior and the
others were free to have their fun with the man.

Voldemort's demands were harsh and taxing to Snape's nerves. Even though he was
an acclaimed Potions Master, he still had to work within the boundaries of his
ingredients. He could not make something boil faster. Voldemort, however,
seemed not to care about this and made sure that Snape felt the pain of the
Cruciatus whenever he failed to bring him the potion on time.

Because of this treatment, Severus often awoke in the middle of the night,
shaking and his muscles spasming due to sympathy pains of his nightmares.

With Tom Riddle within his control, the young reincarnation of the Dark Lord,
Severus sought to relieve some of his nightmares. The only question was how to
punish the boy? Unforgivables were not to be used in Hogwarts, lest Dumbledore
find out. Therefore Severus would have to find another way.

Oddly enough, the idea came to Snape when Riddle emerged again and Snape had
deigned to touch the young boy and found, to his surprise that the robe Riddle
was wearing, that Hogwarts school robe, could come off.

Riddle was finding it damned hard to stop coming out of the diary when Severus
bled himself on the pages. He had resisted once but only a few more droplets of
blood were needed to violently rip him out of his sanctuary. He had learned
that he was forced to come when called in such a manner only to find himself
bound by invisible ropes and ties that he had no power of getting out of.

Severus watched the boy twist and turn, attempting to free himself. Riddle
continued to look for a weakness and Severus continued to find himself amused
by the boy's determination. Here, he had Riddle at his complete mercy. He had a
Dark Lord that had no power over him, a boy that he could break and put back
together without giving a damn for the consequences.

He recalled those times in which Voldemort had stripped his mind bare and
happily shared Snape's past memories of pain and embarrassment with the other
Death Eaters. They had laughed and that memory burned in his mind as his
fingers fumbled at Riddle's clothing. He ripped and tore at the Slytherin tie,
the sweater vest, the boy's trousers, anything that stood in his way of
bringing the brat to abject humiliation. He would put Riddle in the same place
he had been forced; it was his justice, his payback!

Riddle accepted this treatment with a glower of contempt at his captor. To
scream would be detrimental to his very life and if anyone found the diary,
they would burn it. Snape kept him alive and while Riddle hated the man, he'd
rather still have a chance at living than fighting against Snape and being
thrown into the fire.

Snape's fists flew upon the boy, beating the child's body as harshly as he
could. He drew on his own memories of rage and pain and became a ferocious
sight of madness and anger.

Riddle's own blood was drawn, only it came out as black as ink. Snape did not
cease his violent tantrum until he was exhausted physically.

He panted and shook while his rage subsided, his body shuddering. Riddle was a
bloody mess and Snape smiled appreciatively at the sight and then frowned at
it.

Tom Riddle was a young boy. Laid naked out before Snape, the bloodied child
looked to be like some sort of sacrificial offering to him and as Snape forced
Riddle onto his back, the older man was given more of a view. Riddle had curled
up, keeping his stomach and face safe from Snape's wrath.

Severus' foot moved down Riddle's body, starting at the neck where he was
tempted to try and crush the boy's larynx, then going down his chest which was
bloodied but still so handsome, all the way down to between Riddle's legs.
Snape prodded the boy's groin with the toe of his shoe. The organ was flaccid
but still quite big.

Perhaps there was another use for Riddle after all.

The cane was brought down over and over again upon Tom's bare back and arse
while he stayed bent over the desk. Snape yearned for the boy to make a sound,
say some sort of plea or beg for him to stop. Each day as Riddle stayed silent,
Snape's anger grew and grew and so did his penchant for Riddle's blood.

The binding spells worked in many various ways and today, Snape decided that he
would put them all to good use.

Riddle was pushed down onto the floor as soon as Snape had finished the caning.
The older man's wand came out and the first binding spell utilized was one that
yanked Riddle back into the air, levitating him up just a bit.

Snape's fingers trailed over the red marks he had made upon the boy's arse,
probing and pinching at them, wanting the brat to hurt, to feel pain even
though he insisted on not showing it. "These can be better," he
decided and summoned over a candle.

Riddle's eyes widened when he felt the hot wax dripping down upon his skin,
irritating the welts upon his body. He couldn't help trying to jerk out of the
bind but still remained silent.

Snape allowed him to try and writhe all he wanted. He got rid of the candle,
putting it out before tossing it to the floor. "Lubos."

Riddle didn't know what was happening until he felt Snape's cane suddenly ram
inside of him. The long thin stick was more penetrating than a cock and he
could feel it deep inside of him.

Snape's hand wrapped around Riddle's cock, pumping him hard and fast as he
thrusted the cane in and out of the boy's arse.

"You like that, don't you? Disgusting little boy that you are. You're
enjoying that and you can't tell me you're not."

Riddle had gasped when the cane first entered him and the invasion was angering
him more than any beating ever could. He bucked against the binding spell,
trying desperately to get himself out of it.

Severus watched the show with amusement, enjoying seeing his enemy degraded in
such a way. The cane continued stretching the boy's arse as his hand tightened
around Tom's cock. "Ask me for release. Beg me for it."

Riddle did not beg. He hated what his body was doing, the feeling that he was
getting from the cane and Snape's hand but he would not beg. The only sound he
made was a low hiss as he came onto the older wizard's hand.

Snape laughed at the boy's obvious discomfort at having ejaculated without
wishing to do so. "Nothing but a whore for attention, I see." He
released the binding spell that dropped Riddle to the floor and promptly wiped
his hand across the boy's face, smearing Tom's ejaculate over his lips and
cheeks. "Tomorrow then."

Riddle spat at him and missed. Snape managed to get in one hard slap to Tom's
arse before the boy vanished.

Severus had given the boy a new pattern to follow. Every time Riddle was
called, he would be hastily stripped and made to obey Severus' every command.
Snape would start off with a typical caning and from there, the punishments
varied. Riddle rarely said anything as to this treatment though his eyes told
Snape that if Riddle had been set loose, Snape's lifespan would have been a few
seconds.

After the caning, Severus promptly stripped down himself and stood over the
stubborn boy. He sported his own erection, long and thick. Tom took one look
and quickly turned his head away.

"Not to worry. You won't be sucking this for awhile yet. I'm not that
foolish." Instead, Snape took out the jar of lubricant and hastily spread
it upon his cock, massaging it in thoroughly. He took a seat upon his desk
chair and summoned Tom into his lap.

Before Riddle could properly prepare himself, Severus had thrusted his entire
length into the boy's tight arse.

Tom bucked and writhed, struggling to get away from Snape but he couldn't move
and Severus laughed as he started to thrust.

"Just relax. You'll enjoy it more. Beg me for release, Riddle, and I might
give it to you."

Riddle was adamant that he would do no such thing and kept his silence. Severus
chuckled darkly and placed a binding spell upon the boy's cock, twisting the
head painfully so that Tom could not ejaculate.

Riddle gave a sharp jerk of his body and a harsh moan escaped his throat as
Snape discovered the boy's prostate. Severus watched in fascination and
enjoyment as the boy's cock began to swell.

Snape's hands embraced the child tightly, making sure that Riddle could not get
away from him. His fingers pinched and tugged at the boy's nipples and then
explored lower, touching the soft mound of dark pubis that rested above
Riddle's groin. He allowed his fingers to wander about the child's cock and
testicles, testing the weight and girth. Riddle was still a child physically,
still so very young and vulnerable but only to Snape.

Snape had mastery over everything he touched and explored and his fingerings
turned harder and he bruised Tom's soft skin as he thrusted, breaking into the
boy's arsehole with enough force to cause the boy to bleed and it was only then
that Riddle let out a sound that resembled a whimper.

Severus' eyes shot open as he felt Tom's cock begin to harden and the body to
move upon his lap. "Yes, like that, Riddle." His hands went under Tom's
legs and he moved the lithe body up and down upon his lap. "Beg me to
come, Riddle, beg me."

Tom stayed quiet, allowing only soft moans to escape. His prostate was being
brushed against constantly, Snape's ministrations to his cock and body only
served to arouse and disgust him at the same time.

It was only right before Severus climaxed himself did he say the fateful word.

"Please."

The third binding spell Snape used was one that tied Riddle to his bed. The boy
needed to stay there as it was easier for Snape to reach him then if Riddle was
upon the floor. Tom's wrists had been tied up to the headboard and his legs
were spread-eagled, tied to the two posters at the bottom.

"You like snakes, don't you?"

Riddle didn't answer. Since his soft plea of yesterday, he had kept his mouth
shut. Severus took this as a backstep and didn't care to tolerate it. Instead,
he was more determined than ever to force some sounds out of the boy's mouth.

"I think, though, that it's best I gag you for this, just enough so that
you don't hiss."

Riddle growled and struggled against his bonds, trying to find some sort of
weakness but to no avail. Snape performed a binding spell upon his tongue,
having to stick the tip of his wand into Riddle's mouth to do so. He then let
the tip trail down to Riddle's cock. Spreading the boy's legs, he prodded at
the tight hole between Tom's legs before putting another binding spell upon his
cock.

Satisfied now, Snape produced a small box with air holes. Opening it up, he
took out an average sized Gardner snake. The black serpent curled up on the bed
as soon as Snape placed it down between Riddle's legs.

"I figured I'll let you play with my own. He's harmless for right now. But
just watch." Snape's wand tip sent out a spell against the snake's tail
and the reptile quickly slithered away and crawled upwards toward Riddle's
groin.

"Now you know how it feels to have your own loved ones against you,"
Severus hissed venomously as the snake slithered its way up and around Tom's
cock.

Snape let out another spell and the snake started constricting itself, it's
scales pressing hard into Tom's groin.

Riddle arched and groaned, bucking to try and get the snake off him. Finally,
Snape allowed the snake to relax.

The spell was placed back onto the snake and it squeezed Tom's cock in a death
grip. Riddle cried out in pain and then in pleasure as the scales started
rubbing against his groin and balls.

Over and over Snape performed this torture, not allowing Riddle to climax and
stopping only when he saw tears start to come about in the boy's eyes.

"Beg me, Riddle, and it will stop."

Riddle moaned as the snake began squeezing again.

"Beg me!"

There seemed to be nothing more that Tom could do. The squeezing seemed
unending and each time, the head of his cock was in pain due to the binding
spell.

"Please," Riddle finally said.

"What?"

"Please."

Severus let go of the binding spell but kept the snake still. Tom let out a
soft moan of frustration.

"Beg me for it."

"Please!"

The snake constricted once again and Riddle was finally allowed to orgasm,
crying out this time as Snape smiled.

"Take it into your mouth."

Riddle's lips cupped around the slender shaft of the wand as his tongue pressed
against the wood, sliding down the tarnished wand as he sucked it hard into his
throat.

Snape watched him, occasionally giving him critique and when satisfied, he
pulled the wand out of Tom's mouth and pushed in a finger.

Tom performed with Snape's finger the same way he performed with Snape's wand,
letting his tongue caress the slender digit while he sucked at the skin,
keeping his teeth away. Snape licked his lips, watching Riddle perform fellatio
upon his finger. He pushed in a second digit and explored the boy's mouth,
touching along his teeth and tongue.

At long last, Snape stood up and unzipped his trousers, taking out his half
erect cock. Watching Riddle suckle upon his fingers like a little girl with a
lollipop was enough to arouse him. His hand grabbed Riddle by the back of the
boy's head and pushed Tom's mouth against the head of his cock. His free hand
held onto his shaft and he moved the tip over Riddle's lips.

"Go on."

Riddle shut his mouth, not wanting to take such an offensive item into him, but
Snape was brutal when he did not get his way and so he was forced to push Tom's
head more into his groin and charm Tom's mouth open to allow in his hardness.

Snape rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting the head of his cock in and out
of Tom's mouth. "Work your trap, boy. If you won't moan for me, you'll put
the tongue to some better use." His hand tightened on Tom's hair, yanking
at the strands.

Before long, he felt Riddle's tongue touching upon his shaft and allowing more
of his cock inside. Riddle still kept his eyes shut as Snape pushed himself
further in.

"Suck."

Tom, hating to take orders from anyone but fearing the backlash, started to
suckle upon Severus' massive cock. He could feel the head being pushed down his
throat and hastily swallowed back his gag reflex, not daring to choke. Snape
was entranced at the sight of the boy upon his knees in front of him. The Dark
Lord was giving him head and he had never felt such power in his life.

He allowed Riddle some more time to get used to having a cock shoved down his
throat before starting to face fuck the young boyepineping Riddle's head in
place, Snape's hips moved forward and back, shoving his cock hard into the
tight wetness of Tom's mouth. He felt himself twitch and pulled out just in
time to climax not in Riddle's mouth but onto the boy's face.

Tom knelt down, gasping and spitting out the taste which Snape knew he would
get used to over time.

A finger slid underneath Riddle's chin, lifting up his face and Severus had to
admit that seeing the boy's visage coated with his own semen was absolutely
beautiful.

Snape continued his treatment of Riddle throughout most of the year. The diary
was kept hidden during the day and on weekends and nights, Riddle would be
taken out and used for Snape's own pleasure. He looked forward to breaking the
boy every day and by the of of the sixth month, Riddle seemed to have given up
on ever escaping Snape. Not that he'd give in to the man, though.

The situation could have continued on for as long as Snape pleased had it not
been for the intervention of Remus Lupin.

Lupin had been asked back to cover the teaching position of DADA. He kept
himself to a low profile throughout the year, only approaching Snape to ask for
the new version of Wolfsbane potion which made him quite ill once every month
but kept him from transforming into a werewolf. He had been heading down that
night to get the potion from Snape and had heard some strange noises coming
from inside Snape's office.

The door was locked and, fearing for a student's safety as the noises were none
too pleasant, Lupin performed a small charm on the wall, allowing him to see
through it but the occupants to not see him. What he discovered made him do
several double takes. That boy. He had seen that boy before!

The only way Tom Riddle could have been around now was through the diary and if
the book hadn't been destroyed, then Snape had to have hold of it.

During the next meal time, Lupin had excused himself early on, heading down to
Snape's office and sneaking on in. He searched his fellow professor's office
several times before finally laying eyes upon the diary.

Snape had raised hell when he discovered his possession to be missing but there
was nothing he could say about it for fear of attracting unwanted attention.

Lupin had taken the diary back to his own rooms and after locking up
extensively, had opened up the diary. The pages were completely blank save that
they seemed to be a tinged a coppery colour. Tasting it, Lupin knew it to be
blood.

He had to know. He had to find out. A small prick of the finger was all it took
and then he was looking into the face of a young man whose follower had taken
the life of his lover.

Lupin's wand was drawn but Riddle seemed far more intent on studying Lupin than
attacking him.

Lupin recalled everything that he had seen from Snape's office and felt sick.
While this boy was still morally reprehensible, the act of sodomy seemed far
too cruel.

When Riddle had disappeared back into the diary, Lupin toyed with the book in
his hands. Riddle could be an asset to the Order. He could help to bring down
the Dark Lord. He could be redeemed in his own right and taught that love did
exist.

Lupin threw the diary into the fire and watched as it burned.

Disclaimer: Rowling owns all. I only play in her playground.
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