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Loyalty	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from J K Rowling's fantastic books or films, I'm just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

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A/N: Thank you as always to my fabulous beta, Mamacita, without whom etc. . . . Also, a quick apology to the Lucius fans out there. You know I love him to bits, but in this story he really is the nasty bastard that I think Jo meant him to be! I hope you enjoy the story Dx

Charlotte and Amber waited in the room adjacent to the main meeting hall, wondering what they had been called for. Neither of them was yet ready to become a Death Eater and no one else was here with them, which they would have been if that ceremony was about to take place, yet it had been made quite clear that they would eventually be called into the meeting. The two girls eyed each other warily. They were not friends at school but weren’t enemies either; merely, they hung around with different crowds.
Amber was beautiful. As her name suggested, she had gorgeous long, curly honey-coloured hair and big brown eyes that fit perfectly into her naturally tanned face, with its large mouth and petite nose, her lips full and pouty. Her figure was lithe and sensual, and being tall and lean she looked good in most clothes, although she favoured the shorter skirts that showed off her toned, tanned legs. She was a popular girl amongst her Slytherin set and tended to get by on her looks rather than her brains. Amber wasn’t stupid by any means, but she was shallow; fashion, boyfriends and being seen with the right people meant far more to her than good grades at school.
Charlotte, on the other hand, could be considered average. An attractive but not beautiful girl, she had shoulder length chocolate-brown hair, that she considered her best feature, and piercing, bright blue eyes. Her figure was average too, although somewhat difficult to discern under the long skirts and big jumpers she tended to wear, and she often worried that she was too fat. She was extremely clever and could easily have been Sorted into Ravenclaw, but her family's long ties with Slytherin had guilt-tripped her into choosing the house of the snake because she couldn't face the disappointment and arguments she had known she would get from her overbearing relatives if she went anywhere else. She was excellent at almost everything she turned her hand to educationally and unusually for someone so clever, she also had a good deal of common sense. Charlotte was a popular enough girl – after all, everyone wanted to be friends with someone who could help them with their homework – but she had only a couple of really close friends and one of them, her best friend, was outside of Slytherin.
The door opened and a woman wearing a long, dark robe appeared. She smiled at the waiting girls.
‘They’re ready for you now,’ she said. ‘Time to go through.’ She looked at them as if they should be excited, not scared.
The woman ushered the girls before her into a large, dimly lit room where a circle of people stood, all similarly dressed in long, dark robes. Charlotte quickly scanned the circle and saw her parents and grandparents there. It looked like it was a full meeting. She smiled at Amber in camaraderie and stepped into the circle to face the throne-like chair on which the Dark Lord sat. The girls stopped, standing almost close enough to hold hands, suddenly anxious as they bent their heads. Everyone knew you didn’t look at the Dark Lord unless he instructed you to.
Where only seconds before there had been a rustle of robes and whispered voices, suddenly there was absolute silence. Charlotte fought the urge to look up.
‘Good evening, ladies, it is good of you to join us.’ The cold, sibilant voice made a shiver run down Charlotte’s spine, and not a nice one. From the tiny whimper she heard Amber make, her colleague obviously felt the same way.
‘Please, Amber, Charlotte, look up. We want to see your pretty faces, not the top of your heads,’ the voice said, laughing stiltedly as if not used to laughing. There was a corresponding ripple of laughter from around the circle.
The two girls did as they were bidden and came face to face with a nightmare. The Dark Lord was so pale he was translucent; blue veins shone through his skin, and his eyes glowed red and snake-like. His hands were long talons. Both girls fought the urge to shiver.
The Dark Lord smiled at them. It was such a scary sight that this time Charlotte couldn’t stop herself from shaking.
‘I’m sure you’re both wondering why you’ve been called this evening.’ He looked at both the girls, then continued. ‘To be honest, you’ve been chosen to play a very special game.’
Charlotte was confused. What sort of game would the Dark Lord want them to play? A few ideas skipped through her bright mind but she tried to dismiss them. Surely it wouldn’t be anything sexual — her family and probably Amber’s were there. It was unlikely to be anything painful, as they were both Pure-bloods, and she couldn’t imagine them wanting to do anything intellectual like chess, especially if Amber was one of the participants. She turned her attention back to the Dark Lord, aware that it probably wasn’t a good idea to let her attention wander when he was speaking.
‘After a long search and considerable whittling, you two ladies are the perfect choice for the task that lies ahead of you. Of course, this is just a slight diversion, something to keep us occupied during our time of exile, but we think it should be fun.’
Charlotte didn’t like the sound of anything that the Dark Lord would find fun but she was hardly going to argue with him. She glanced at Amber and saw that the girl appeared to be as apprehensive as she was. Charlotte grabbed her hand and gave it a quick squeeze. The squeeze was returned along with the smallest of smiles.
‘My loyal Death Eaters will be given the task of producing the most loyal and obedient companions they can; you two have been chosen to be the companions.’ The Dark Lord smiled again. It still wasn’t a pleasant sight.
‘This is a wager, and the winner will be considerably better off than she is now. Obviously, you will play against each other; whichever of you turns out to be the most obedient and loyal will win.’
Charlotte closed her eyes for a moment as a feeling of nausea rose inside her. So basically she was going to be pawned off to some Death Eater so they could force her into doing all sorts of unspeakable things just to prove she was loyal and obedient? Gods, this was awful, and the worst thing was that there was nothing she could do to stop it.
‘Obviously, you will need someone to guide you on your way, so I have provided three candidates. It is up to each of you to make your decision; once you have made it the choice will be final. Please be aware that you are both entitled to pick the same . . . mentor . . . if you so wish. The varied selection of candidates is merely to give you a choice.’
Charlotte almost laughed at the use of the word mentor — she thought the term slave master was probably more appropriate under the circumstances — but she managed to stop herself.
‘Are you ready?’ the Dark Lord asked coldly, and he looked intently at the two girls. Squeezing each other’s hands more tightly, they both nodded apprehensively.
‘Excellent. So, onto the choice of mentor. As I mentioned previously, you will have three choices of candidate, from which you will each choose one mentor. Obviously, it would be more . . . interesting if you were to choose different mentors; however, it is not essential. I’m sure one mentor can provide more than enough stimulus for both of you.’
He looked around the circle as if perusing the available selections. It appeared to Charlotte that not everyone in the circle had known this was going to happen.
‘Mentors, when I call your name I want you to come and stand in front of me facing our delightful companions. Once all three of you are in place I will ask the ladies to make their final selections.’
The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.
‘Walden McNair.’
A large, muscley-looking man with a black moustache walked quickly to the centre of the circle and turned to face Amber and Charlotte with a smirk. Inside Charlotte was thinking, No, no, no. Definitely not him, no way, no how!
‘Lucius Malfoy.’
The tall, handsome blond man walked elegantly into the circle looking supremely confident, and Charlotte heard Amber give a small sigh. Well, now she was sure who Amber was going to choose, but she really didn’t want to be stuck with Malfoy either. She just hoped the last choice would be better.
‘Severus Snape.’
Snape walked into the circle, his customary scowl etched deep upon his face as if being chosen for this exciting game was the last thing he wanted. Charlotte heard Amber’s moan of distaste. Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me, she thought. Gods, they had chosen one of the girls’ teachers — and the snarkiest one at that. Surely that couldn’t be allowed, could it? Charlotte's heart sank as she realised these were the choices they were stuck with.
The Dark Lord smiled his vicious smile again. ‘Now, ladies, it’s time for you to make your decision. Which of you wants to go first?’
He considered the two girls for a moment. Amber was almost jiggling on the spot; she was obviously eager to make her choice before anyone could stop her. Charlotte appeared to be either undecided or not keen on any of the prospects. The Dark Lord put Amber out of her misery.
‘Amber, my dear, you seem keen to choose. Would you care to state your selection?’
Voldemort already knew who the vacuous girl was going to pick; in fact, he was sure both girls would make the same choice. After all, the odds had been extremely heavily stacked in his favour since he knew he could play both girls off each other very effectively and give great entertainment value at the same time.
‘I choose Lucius Malfoy,’ Amber said in her tinkling voice, beaming a big smile around the circle.
‘Bad choice,’ Charlotte whispered under her breath.
She saw Lucius step forward with his hand extended and a salacious smile on his face, and thought, Actually not slavemaster — more like whoremaster. Lucius took Amber’s hand and kissed it theatrically.
‘Now, you’re sure you want to pick me?’ he asked, his eyes as ice-cold as ever, the smile not reaching them. ‘You do realise, Amber, that you’re going to have to do absolutely everything I ask you to.’ His voice was seductively lush.
Amber giggled and blushed. She nodded her head. ‘Yes, I’m sure,’ she replied loudly.
‘Good,’ said Lucius. He smiled again and put his arm possessively around her waist, moving her to stand next to him. He gave a wink to Charlotte as he passed her and she tried not to groan.
‘Now, Charlotte,’ the Dark Lord said. ‘Time for you to make your decision. Tell us, my dear, who do you select?’
Charlotte took a deep breath; then, looking directly at the Dark Lord, she stated, ‘I choose Severus Snape.’
There was a rumble of surprise from the circle and for a second Charlotte thought she saw a flicker of surprise on the Dark Lord’s face. He had obviously expected her to choose Malfoy. By now she had turned her attention back to the three men. She skipped quickly over McNair as he was unimportant, caught the annoyed look on Malfoy’s face — he too had obviously expected her to choose him — and the same unchanging scowl on Snape’s. But as their eyes met Charlotte could see what she thought looked like amusement glittering from those coal-black eyes.
She smiled.
Snape moved forward more gracefully than she would have expected and put out his hand for her to take. She grasped it immediately.
‘Charlotte, you are aware that by choosing me you will be required to submit to my will at all times, regardless of the circumstances?’ His dark voice was like molten chocolate.
‘Yes. I am aware of the terms and I accept them,’ she replied, her smile growing warmer.
Snape nodded his head. ‘So be it.’ He kissed her hand and led her back to his place in the group. They all turned to face the Dark Lord.
‘So, the mentors have been chosen,’ Voldemort said. ‘Now it will be up to them to ensure that their companions are obedient and loyal to them. We will catch up with them regularly over the next month or so to see how they are doing.’
He nodded at the couples, then turned away to talk to Bellatrix Lestrange beside him, clearly no longer interested in the rest of the room.
Charlotte was suddenly surrounded by her family, all of whom were talking at once, demanding to know what had made her decide to chose Snape.
‘I wasn’t aware that I had to give a justification for my decision,’ she told them coldly. ‘Especially as I had no idea I was going to be dragged into this charade in the first place. Thank you so much for warning me.’
At that moment Snape came to join her. Charlotte smiled at the man once again, a tender look that all her family caught. None of them looked very happy about the situation.
‘It’s time for us leave now, Charlotte,’ Snape said commandingly. He put his hand possessively on her arm.
Her mother started to complain but Charlotte stopped her dead. ‘I have to do as Severus says, remember, Mother. After all, he is my Master.’
With that, she took Snape’s arm and the two of them headed for the Apparation point.

‘So why did you choose me?’ Snape asked Charlotte interestedly as they arrived outside the school gates.
‘I’d have thought that was obvious,’ Charlotte replied. ‘There was no way I was choosing Malfoy, the slimy toad, and McNair is . . . well . . . terrifying. I don’t think I was supposed to choose you, though, was I?’
‘No, you were supposed to pick Lucius. That would have made for an interesting time when he pitched you and Amber against each other, fighting to prove who was most loyal and obedient to him. I didn’t even realise I was in the running to be a mentor until the Dark Lord called my name. I’m sure McNair didn’t know either.’ Snape laughed, a rich deep sound.
They walked towards the castle.
‘I’m not sure mentor is the right word,’ Charlotte said quietly. ‘Certainly not when I looked at Malfoy, anyway.’
‘What word did you think of think of?’ Snape sounded and looked amused.
‘Whoremaster,’ Charlotte admitted. ‘I’m afraid that’s exactly what I thought when I saw his expression when Amber picked him.’
Snape laughed again. ‘Actually, that’s a very good expression for Lucius,’ he replied. He looked at the girl walking next to him. ‘And do you feel the same way about me?’
Charlotte looked back at her teacher. ‘No,’ she replied. ‘To be honest I haven’t decided what you are yet. But I guess this term’s going to be rather interesting, isn’t it?’
‘You do realise this is a serious wager, Charlotte? I can’t just let you get on with things. You accepted my terms and you will have to submit to my will on everything, especially if you want to have any hope of winning.’ Snape’s voice was dark and velvety.
‘Is winning important?’ Charlotte asked.
‘Knowing the Dark Lord, very,’ Snape replied, his tone suddenly far more serious. ‘And of course, it’s important that we beat Lucius anyway.’ He smiled wickedly at Charlotte.
‘Well, of course, I intend to submit to you in every way, Severus. I belong to you now and will do whatever you want,’ Charlotte told him, her voice as deadpan as his.
Snape couldn’t decide if Charlotte was being serious or not; her face gave nothing away. They had reached the Slytherin common room.
‘I wish to speak to you briefly before you go to bed,’ Snape said, and he led the girl along the corridor to his office.
Once inside, he revealed the door to his private quarters and un-warded it to let Charlotte through. When they were inside he replaced the wards. Snape gestured towards the fireplace, indicating that Charlotte should sit in one of the chairs near it and headed towards a cabinet against the wall which he opened to reveal bottles of alcohol. He peered at them intently, then chose one and pulled out two glasses. He poured a healthy measure in one and a much smaller measure in the other, then joined Charlotte, taking the chair beside the one she had chosen to sit in. He passed her the smaller glass.
Charlotte took a small sip and almost choked as the hot liquid burned all the way down her chest to her stomach. She coughed. Snape looked at her in concern.
‘Are you all right?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ Charlotte said coughing again. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. ‘What the hell is that stuff? It’s rank.’
Snape laughed deeply. ‘It’s Firewhisky,’ he replied. ‘I thought you might need it.’
‘Why? Are you trying to kill me off?’ she asked.
Snape shook his head. ‘No, for the shock.’
‘What shock?’ Charlotte asked. ‘I’m not shocked. A little surprised, maybe, and confused for sure, but not shocked. That would have been if I’d ended up being stuck with Lucius.’
Snape almost smiled but then he was serious again.
‘Charlotte, I need to give you some idea of what you can expect under the terms of this wager.’
‘I think I’ve got it,’ Charlotte replied blithely. ‘I do everything you tell me, whenever you tell me, and eventually, we convince the Dark Lord that I’m the most obedient.’
‘Simply put,’ Snape said. ‘But it’s actually not quite that simple. For instance, submitting to me means you’ll be required to have sex with me. Whenever I want, however I want it – and believe me, this will be verified. Especially with Amber in the school to spy for Lucius.’
Charlotte smiled. ‘Well, of course I will. Why on earth do you think I chose you? There was no way I was letting Malfoy or McNair come near me.’ She looked disgusted. ‘Whereas you . . . .’ Her smile became dreamy and her eyes sparkled.
Snape scowled. ‘You seem to be taking this all rather — whereas I what?‘
‘Well, I’ve had a bit of a crush on you since forever,’ Charlotte confided. ‘Day one, Potions lesson, sexy-arse teacher promises to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. And you did. I was pretty much hooked.’
Snape looked at Charlotte in surprise. ‘What?’
‘The simple answer, Severus, is that sexually I’m yours anytime, any place, anywhere, you only have to ask.’ Charlotte took another small sip of her drink and tried not to cough this time. She was mostly successful.
Snape tried again. ‘Lucius is likely to issue challenges to prove which of us has the more obedient or loyal companion. I’ll have to respond to all such challenges, and you will have to do exactly what I tell you, regardless of what it requires.’
Charlotte sighed. ‘I get the idea, Severus. You don’t have to keep bludgeoning me with it. I’m really sorry I forced you into this situation — I know you didn’t want to do it.’
Snape looked at Charlotte and softened slightly. ‘Rather me than Lucius,’ he said. ‘He’d have torn you apart.’
He took a large swig of his drink, then, ‘Charlotte, I promise I’ll try never to hurt you. I can’t promise there won’t be pain at times, and I’m sure there will be embarrassment and tears. But I will never knowingly hurt you, whatever happens.’
Charlotte smiled at Snape again. ‘I know,’ she replied simply, taking his hand. ‘That’s another reason I chose you.’

Once Charlotte had returned to the common room for the night Snape went to see the Headmaster to discuss what had occurred at the evening’s meeting. Albus was understandably concerned for both of his students and especially concerned to hear about the loyalty wager and everything it entailed.
‘Did you tell Charlotte all this, Severus?’ he asked Snape.
Snape shook his head. ‘No, not yet. I didn’t want to upset her too early on. Anyway, knowing Lucius I don’t think he’ll tell Amber at all. You know he has funny ideas of loyalty and obedience.’
He sighed and took a mouthful of the drink Albus had given him. ‘Obviously, I’ll tell Charlotte, but not all at once. It would be too much for her to take, I think. She needs to build up to it gradually.’
‘And there’s no way this can be stopped?’
‘No. None. Even if Lucius was willing, we would never be able to convince the Dark Lord. We would probably all end up dead. As it is . . . .’
Albus nodded, his eyes full of sympathy for the man in front of him. ‘Just try not to hurt her, Severus,’ he said gently.
‘I’ve already promised her I wouldn’t,’ Snape replied stiffly. ‘You also need to be aware that Lucius will start his challenges soon and I’ll have no choice but to respond. It’s quite likely Charlotte and I will have to spend some time away from the school. I’m sure you won’t want us carrying on the sexual side of our relationship here, considering it’s against school rules. Amber, of course, will be taken by Lucius whenever he sees fit. And we’ll have to attend the meetings, too.’
He took another sip of his drink, a morose expression on his sallow face.
‘Severus, as much as I’m aware it’s against school rules, I would prefer that you conduct your relationship with Charlotte within the school grounds as long as you can be discreet about it, although of course, the final decision is up to you.’ Albus studied Snape intently as he spoke.
‘I’d rather I didn’t have to do this at all,’ Snape admitted, ‘but I have to admit to being glad Charlotte didn’t choose Lucius.’ He shook his head sadly. ‘If only Amber hadn’t made that mistake.’
Albus gazed at the teacher, his eyes sparkling. ‘Things have an odd way of working themselves out, Severus. Hopefully, this will be one of those times.’
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