Jack of Spades | By : SataiDelenn Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 3480 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: Harry Potter & its characters belong to JKR. I own nothing, & I make no money from this story. |
Warnings: Torture, Rape, Violence, Hurt/Comfort, AFFO, O/C, WIP.
A/N: Mari is 19 at the start of this story. She was in the same class year as Harry and Co.
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Striding down the well-lit walkways of Diagon Alley, he glanced repeatedly out of the corners of his narrowed eyes from beneath the hood of his thick, black cloak. He smirked slightly, pleased that his feet left no prints upon the snow covered pavement, nor did they make any sound as he walked briskly. Trick number twenty-three in his own mental spy-book, never leave proof that you’ve been anywhere, unless you’re throwing someone off the scent.
Pulling the heavy hood of his cloak down further over his gaunt face, he shot a quick but thorough glance around him in all directions to ensure no one was watching him and then glided around the corner, descending the steps leading down into the filthy bowels of Knockturn Alley.
Satisfied that no one had seen him, he allowed his thoughts to distract him.
‘Thank the gods it’s Friday. I don’t think I could have dealt with one more day of those insufferable brats plaguing my classroom. I swear these children are getting more insipidly stupid with every passing year. I never thought I would wish for another Granger; at least she has some intelligence, unlike Longbottom’s distant cousin, Derrick. If the Dark Lord isn’t my downfall, that boy will be,’ he decided, as he rounded yet another corner in the labyrinth of corridors that surrounded Knockturn Alley. ‘At least it’s not a Hogsmeade weekend and my time is my own and I can do as I please.’
He moved stealthily through the alleyways, his body quickly shifting to a heightened state of anticipation at the thought of what was to come.
'Naturally, I'd prefer a proper woman, but that just isn't possible in these times. I suppose I'll have to make do with the whores. Besides, even if I wasn't a spy, it's not as though women would be tearing down my door to get at me,' Severus thought, sourly.
His shoulders slumped a little at this knowledge. When he reached the final corner before his destination, he straightened up, then slipped around the bend. Spying the crones as they came into his view, he composed his facial features into a mask of disinterest and slowed his pace to a seemingly indifferent stroll.
‘There is absolutely no reason to let these whores know I am in such need. It will only drive up their price and they are overpaid as it is,’ he thought.
Seeing him approach, they quickly stood up to their full height and tried to improve their looks to entice him.
‘Fat chance of that,’ he thought, scowling.
They were older then he would have preferred, well past their prime, and more than that, they were whores. Nothing was going to improve their looks to him. Nevertheless, they most definitely served their purpose as far as he was concerned. Resultantly, he decided it ill-form to further berate their appearance.
'It's not as though my own looks are getting me placed on the cover of Playwitch, or even noticed at all, for that matter.'
After approaching them, he took the opportunity to size them up.
‘Two blondes, four brunettes, and a redhead and… and? There is another? Since when are there more than the usual seven here? Intriguing.'
Resisting the urge to move closer to the newest girl, he observed her from his current position, trying not to show his approval. Her long black hair, nearly as black as his own, fell down her back in a thick, straight mane; her emerald green eyes shone with anxiety, and were set deeply into her small face. He moved his gaze lower and saw that her lips were plump and red as raspberries. Then, of course, there was her figure; complete with large, firm, round breasts and a small waist, perhaps a tad too small, which he contemplated was possibly caused by malnutrition, flaring out into full hips that would have been considered sexily curvy if she’d had a bit more weight on her.
All in all, however, she was extremely attractive, and looked to be very young in comparison to the others standing in front of her. The more he looked at her, the more she seemed familiar to him somehow, yet he couldn’t place her.
His eyes narrowed as he continued observing her.
'She's wearing a glamour,' he concluded.
Despite the glamour however, something of her true looks and beauty were shining through. Shaking off the feeling of familiarity, he decided that it wasn’t important.
The others began to get anxious. They knew him, and though they didn’t find him particularly attractive, he was wealthy and they did not want to lose good money to this fresh, young chit. Pushing their ample breasts out, they began trying to entice him away from the younger one.
Finally desperate, they began their verbal banter.
“Eh, love? What you be wantin’ wit her? She’s too young, she is," said the redhead, attempting to distract him. "I be knowin’ what ‘tis you want. You’s be needin’ a gal with esperience you do. That’ll be one ‘o us.” She casually strolled over to stand in front of the young woman, effectively blocking Severus’s view of her.
Taking advantage of this, one of blondes, sporting a thick layer of makeup and mascara caked heavily enough to frost a cake, sauntered up to him and brazenly ran her hands over his chest.
“Yeah, she’s too skinny, too," she said, pressing her breasts into his chest, her hands reaching around to impudently squeeze his arse. ‘Sides, we know what you like; we can gives you whatyou’s beneedin’. Come on, love, pick one o’ us. Or maybe you’d like two of us?”
Her pleading voice disgusted him.
Batting her eyelashes for full effect, she smiled and licked her lips, taking in a deep breath that swelled her already large breasts in the hopes that Severus would be enticed to look down her blouse. The rest of the older whores smiled at this and giggled insipidly, while the younger one he’d been scrutinising seemed to try to fade into the background.
He quirked a brow in consideration of the young woman suddenly trying to make herself invisible.
‘If she didn’t want to do this line of work, then why would she be out here?’ he asked himself.
His eyes glittered in anticipation of having the beautiful new morsel, and he felt himself becoming deeply aroused. Suddenly, he pulled back from the blonde who had plastered herself to his body. Severus smirked evilly as he observed the blonde nearly topple over after losing her balancing perch. She looked at him hopefully, but pouted and moved back when he gave her a subtle shake of the head. When the redhead attempted to press what she thought was an advantage, he narrowed his eyes dangerously. Seeing the look in his eyes, she wisely stopped where she was. His gaze then seized upon the seemingly cowering, raven haired girl.
‘Oh yes,’ he decided, ‘she is the one I want. Fresh, young and pretty. Exactly what I am looking for tonight.’
“You,” he said in a low voice, as he crooked one long, elegant finger toward her. “You have a room nearby?”
She nodded nervously.
“Take me there,” he demanded.
The rest of the whores moved away in defeat, muttering bitterly at the galleons they'd just lost.
The girl's eyes hinted at fear, but she moved quickly in front of him and led him to the ramshackle room around the corner that she’d been living in for the past week. Once inside, he pulled out his wand.
“Lumos,” he muttered.
The small room lit up, and he looked around, his mouth frowning in disgust. He confirmed she was new to the business since she had done nothing in the way of Charms, or Transfiguration to hide the appearance of the dilapidated room. There was a dusty mattress in one corner, and a small wooden crate off to the side of the door. There wasn’t a blanket or even a sheet on the mattress. He scowled at this.
‘Well, I am not here for rest,’ he reminded himself.
He turned to the door and set some wards and silencing spells on the room to ensure their privacy and security. He then pointed his wand at the crate, transfiguring it into a chair.
‘I’ll be damned if I’m putting my clean clothes on this filthy floor.’
Setting his wand down cautiously, he pushed back the hood of his cloak and shook free his shoulder-length jet black locks. A few greasy-looking strands fell in front of his onyx eyes, while the rest framed his long and narrow face with its hard, chiseled features and great hooked nose.
Hearing the girl gasp, he quickly bent his head at an angle toward her, his eyes narrowing to slits, making him look dangerous and menacing. Her breath was quick and shallow, her eyes had widened in incredible fear and shock.
‘Oh Gods! Professor Snape!’ she thought in a panic. ‘Why him? Why did it have to be someone I know?’
“What in Merlin’s name is wrong?” he asked impatiently.
The harshness of his voice reminded her of her school days, and snapped her out of her thoughts. She shook her head minutely in the negative, indicating to him that nothing was wrong. Though she was still shocked to see him. Her eyes were as wide as a doe’s, caught in a bright light.
“Then get undressed,” he drawled.
Severus muttered a spell that allowed his wand to hover at about five and a half feet above the ground, while remaining within easy reach. Deftly, his fingers unbuttoned his cloak. He placed it gracefully onto the chair. He then reached up and touched his finger to the top button on his frock coat. It popped open, followed quickly by the remaining buttons on both the coat and the end of the sleeves. He took the coat by the lapels and slipped out of it, putting it on top of his cloak.
While he finished undressing, the pretty young woman turned around so that her back faced him and, as slowly as she could, she began removing her torn and ratty robes, fighting back the tears that had welled up in her eyes. She dropped her robes to the floor, and jumped when her former professor barked at her.
“Hurry up! I do not have all night,” he snapped.
‘No, of course not Professor,’ she thought despairingly, as a tear slipped down her cheek, much to her chagrin. ‘You’ll need to get back to Hogwarts soon, where you no doubt have a nice, warm bed, clean clothes, and fresh food to eat.’
Her stomach rumbled slightly at the thought of food. She hadn’t eaten more than the throwaways she’d managed to scrape out of the rubbish behind the Leaky Cauldron in nearly two weeks. Having no choice in the matter, however, she ignored her hunger.
Now that her robes had been discarded, she removed the equally-ratty jumper and dropped that too, unceremoniously to the floor, followed by her thin trousers. Standing in only her bra and knickers, she quickly crossed her arms over her breasts, and turned slowly to face him again. She began trembling from both the cold and the thought of what she was about to do. Unable to look at the tall, imposing man in front of her, she kept her gaze carefully lowered to the floor.
Scowling in irritation, he left his place by the chair and strode quickly toward her, his erection bobbing freely and proudly in front of him. Hearing him approach, she lifted her gaze. Her eyes locked on to his bits and bobs and what she saw made her eyes widen in disbelief. His penis was very large, and had a vein winding down to the base like a long, thin snake. He seemed very thick as well, and the tip glistened with some sort of liquid leaking from a hole in the tip.
She gasped softly again, quickly averting her gaze. She had never seen a man naked before, and the idea that the first she would see was a professor from her childhood seemed wrong somehow. The whole idea of this happening terrified her.
‘I’m not ready for this!’ she thought as she realised just how panicked she was becoming. ‘I thought I could do this, but, I can’t!’
She was just about to speak, had even begun backing away, when a strong hand gripped her chin tightly, forcing her gaze upward and into deep, onyx eyes.
“You will need to remove everything if we are to do this properly,” his silken voice drawled. “Though I’m assuming you already knew that?” he added sarcastically.
She began trembling harder and could not answer him. After what seemed like an eternity to them both, he spoke again.
“Either remove the remainder of your clothing, or I will remove it for you. Merlin, woman, what is the matter with you?”
Slowly, she reached behind her back, and unhooked her bra. He watched her with a steely gaze, frowning when instead of shrugging out of it, she re-crossed her arms to try and hold the bra in place.
Resisting the impulse to roll his eyes, he sighed deeply in exasperation and reached up, pulled her hands away, and yanked the material from her breasts, flinging it somewhere across the room. Instinctively, she tried to move her arms back into place to shield herself from him, but his hands were faster in anticipating her. He caught her wrists easily, and pinned them back behind her, pulling her body flush against his own and effectively trapping her.
Gasping in surprise, she began squirming in a feeble attempt to loosen herself from his grasp. This caused her body to rub against him in a very sensual way. Severus swallowed thickly, a shiver running down his spine. He closed his eyes in pleasure as she inadvertently rubbed against his penis.
“As pleasurable as rubbing our bodies together is,” he growled, “we will accomplish nothing in this position.”
Startled, she glanced up and saw him gazing down at her, his eyes glazed with lust, a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth.
Holding her tightly, he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to hers. Despite her shock, she kept her lips tightly closed, forcing him to dart his tongue out to flick against the seam of her lips. She felt a light, moist sensation, causing sparks to race through her. Feeling it again, she yielded instinctively and opened her mouth to him. She gasped as he slipped his tongue inside, and began teasing her tongue and exploring her mouth, running it gently along her teeth.
'What a strange feeling.' She'd never experienced anything like this before.
Her thoughts emerged through a thick haze in her brain. His tongue was warm, and wet, and tickled the roof of her mouth. He rasped against her tongue, flicked up against her top lip as he suddenly withdrew from her mouth.
She gasped for breath, and opened her eyes, surprised at herself.
'When did I close my eyes?' she wondered.
Closing her eyes again a moment later, she moaned softly when she felt him gently kissing and sucking upon her jaw and throat. Her body relaxed a bit, as unconsciously she leaned into Severus, who had released her wrists and wrapped his arms around her back and waist, grasping at whatever flesh he could. All thought left her as her body began responding to his touch. So caught up was she in these new sensations, she never felt him pushing her knickers down her legs, where they pooled at her feet.
Nervous thought came upon her again when she felt his cock pressing insistently against her stomach. It was hot and hard and wet at the tip. Frightened, she attempted to pull away from him, until she felt his mouth sucking on her again. More pleasurable sensations she couldn’t even begin to describe swept through her body. Her brain was attempting to process all these new feelings, when suddenly she felt a strong ache of… something… between her legs, and she clenched the muscles of her vagina together instinctively to appease the feeling.
Without realising what she was doing, Mari moaned and pressed her body harder against Severus’s. He responded by moving his hands over her, exploring her inch-by-inch, worshipping her body.
‘Gods, I have to have her soon!’ thought Severus, as he moved back and dropped suddenly to his knees, kissed her abdomen, and pulled her down onto the mattress with him.
She squeaked in surprise and tried to get up, but he was faster, pinning her down with his weight; settling down onto the mattress with her. Fear returned to her, and she desperately tried to extract herself from his strong embrace. After a few more moments however, Mari stopped fighting. She tried to school her thoughts and deal with the inevitable.
‘This is my life now. I have no other choice. Perhaps it is better that he will be my first. At least I know him. Better then a complete stranger, right? Besides, at least I’ll get some money, and maybe I can finally get some decent food, and if there’s enough leftover, perhaps I can get a blanket. It’s so cold in here.’
He took her cessation of struggling as an encouraging sign, and began touching her again. He was not as gentle as before now that his body was demanding attention of its own. He ran his fingers over her nipples, and then bent his head to suck on one while with his hand he began caressing the other curvaceous, swelling mound of flesh, causing her to moan involuntarily.
Encouraged, he swirled his tongue around her hardened nipple, sending jolts of electricity from it down to places she hadn’t even known existed. Her eyes closed once more as she felt him exploring her, seemingly trying to worship her flesh. She began to moan and writhe beneath his mouth and hands, until finally, her back arched off the mattress when she felt his fingers slip between her legs, caressing the curls, and the heated, slick flesh he found there.
Moving his fingers expertly between the folds of skin, he relished the power he felt over her. He loved this.
'It's an incredible thing knowing that I can make a woman, any woman, feel this level of desire. For me no less.'
He took pride in bringing a woman to climax before he ever entered her. He didn’t know why, but something about this woman in particular made him feel extremely excited knowing that he was giving her such pleasure. She was warm and so wet for him now.
'Enough, she's ready.'
He stopped stroking her and moved to position himself between her legs, guiding his cock to her opening.
The haze of pleasure lifted and panic seized her as she felt something hot, hard, and slick probing at her vagina. Her breathing came hard and fast. She put her hands on his shoulders to try and push him off her. The next thing she knew, pain seared through her brain and her body as he pushed roughly into her, tearing her open. Her nails dug deeply into his shoulders.
'I'm going to die!' she thought, as she let out a howling cry of agony; her fingers continued digging into his flesh.
Startling revelation settled upon his brain as he came to be fully seated within her tight confines.
‘A virgin?! She’s a bloody virgin?!’
He quickly thought back to the way she’d been acting, it all made sense; her fear, her shyness, her inability to look at him. How could he have missed the signs?
‘Because you’re a damned horny bastard out for your own pleasure, that’s why,’ he thought to himself bitterly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t know. But we must finish this. It will be worse for you if I stop now.”
She didn’t seem to hear him though. Pain flared through her nerves and all she could think of was how bad it hurt as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Slowly he pulled out, and pushed back in. This caused more pain, and she stiffened and whimpered.
“You must relax. The pain will recede if you can just relax,” he said to her, and, attempting to reassure her that he meant her no harm, he gently brushed some of her hair back from her face.
To distract her, he lowered his mouth to her throat and began to lick and suck upon her skin. He then lowered his body directly on top of hers, moving only his hips, so that he could use his hands to pleasure her. He moved his right hand to her left breast and began brushing the nipple to help stimulate her and distract her from the pain he’d involuntarily caused. While feeling good to her, it was not enough to draw her mind away from the pain she felt at his intrusion. Tears continued to fall from her eyes, and pain flared up and ebbed away as he moved his penis in and out of her now abused body.
He was not pleased that she seemed to find no pleasure at all from this joining. While he did understand that a woman often experienced pain from their first sexual experience, he had hoped that this young woman would be able to find some form of pleasure from their joining. Despite this, he had needs, and his body was demanding it's pleasure. Instinct took over and drove him as he plunged repeatedly inside of her. He no longer heard her small cries of pain, as he moved faster within her, his brain completely disengaged from any other thought than finding his completion. Finally, a strong, guttural moan tore forth from his throat, and his hips flexed in tiny jerking motions as his cock grew thicker, and his seed erupted inside of her.
Coming down from his sexual high, he began thrusting gently into her again, reflexively. When he was fully spent, he collapsed on top of her heavily. Fearing he would crush her, he rolled off her onto his back, breathing heavily. Feeling a sense of guilt at taking his pleasure from her, while she'd received practically none of her own, he shifted his weight onto his right arm. Reaching toward her with his left hand, he gently cupped her shoulder.
"Are you all right?" he inquired.
He felt her shudder, and heard her begin to sob again. Something tugged at his heart, and he moved to take her into his arms, murmuring to her and gently rocking her back and forth. She didn't know why, but she felt the need to cling to him as she wept, seeking comfort from him. Feeling weak and exhausted, she began to slip into unconsciousness, her battered body needing to rest and begin healing. Severus continued to hold her, murmuring softly to her, until sleep pulled him under as well; the young woman encased in his arms.
Mari woke feeling warm and content. Confused by this, she went to sit up and became frightened. Something heavy was draped across her body. Glancing down, she saw an arm draped over her ribs, just beneath her breasts. Trying to remember what had happened, she twisted and jolted upright in horror, dislodging the arm. Her eyes went wide in disbelief.
‘Oh my God! I slept with Professor Snape!!!’ Her mind raced as she recalled the details of just a few hours previously.
She shifted her weight to look at him, and froze as he moved, afraid he was waking. She breathed a small sigh of relief when he merely curled up, drawing his arm up beneath his chin. In spite of the current situation, she took a few moments to observe his sleeping form. His hair lying around his face, a few strands hanging over his closed eye, lightly touching his large, slightly crooked nose, wasn't greasy or oily as she'd always thought when she'd seen him at school. Instead, it was just had a very shiny appearance and from afar it looked greasy because of how dark his hair was.
Shifting her gaze, she looked at his face. He was older now, then when she'd known him during her school days, and she could see lines around his eyes and mouth. Whether from stress, or merely from having seemed to have constantly frowned at everyone all the time, she didn't know. Moving lower, she looked at his body. His skin was smooth, albeit a bit pale. His stomach was lean and hard, the muscles clearly defined, and before she could stop herself, her gaze moved lower to see... his leg. She released the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. His leg was pulled up and bent at the knee, covering that which she wasn't quite sure she was ready to see again so soon. Her eyes travelled now over his leg, the skin as smooth as his shoulder, but dusted with black hair, the muscles in his thigh taut, and the muscles of his calf forming a rounding curve that tapered down to his ankle, and finally his foot, long, and pointing downward. The leg beneath the one she had been studying was only slightly bent, and that foot was also pointing downward. Finally she began moving her gaze upward again and her eyes stopped at the outlined curve of his arse. Cocking her head slightly, she let herself just stare at it.
Biting one corner of her lower lip, she thought, 'Not that I've ever sat around checking out a man's arse, but he seems to have a nice one.'
She shook her head to clear it of such thoughts. Though Mari was still a bit in shock at sleeping with her former professor, she couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t a bad-looking man, and even smiled as she remembered the crush she’d had on him in school.
Sighing, she thought, 'This is no time to become nostalgic and romantic.'
Sitting back slightly, she began weighing her options.
‘I definitely need to get out of here. He didn’t recognise me, but that doesn’t mean that he still won’t, and I have no desire to deal with him, should he awaken and realise who I am. After all,’ she thought, ‘this is the third day of the glamour, and the woman did say it could wear off at any time. I was hoping that the money he was to pay me would have been enough to purchase a new glamour, and perhaps some decent food and a blanket, but I can’t afford to risk staying around now and wait.’
Taking one last, long glance at Severus in remembrance of a life and time that no longer was, as well as to just get another glimpse of his body, she removed herself from the bed as quietly as she could, and began searching for her clothes.
‘Where are they? Damn it!’ she thought in a panic as she looked around the small room, trying to locate her clothes.
Finally, she gave up as she saw his clothes on the makeshift chair, along with her bra flung over them. She got up, moving swiftly to them, and removed her bra, putting it on hastily. She then pulled his shirt off the pile and held it up. It was big, but it would do. She put it on and buttoned it up. It fell to just below her mid-thigh. It smelled of him - cloves, rich spices, and sandalwood. She was just about to put on his robes when a low voice whispered in her ear.
“Going somewhere?” he purred.
She jumped, startled by his voice, and tried to spin away when she felt arms gently wrap around her waist, pulling her close. Panicked, she tore his arms from her body and spun around, backing up toward the door; her eyes so wide she resembled a spooked horse, desperate for escape. He frowned and looked at her as she reached the door, turning around and grabbing the knob, futilely attempting to open it. The wards that he had put up the night before were strong and wouldn’t come down again until he lowered them himself. She continued struggling against the door, trying with all her limited strength to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. Turning back to face him, she moulded her body against the door, tears brimming in her green eyes as she stared at her former professor.
Confused and slightly annoyed by her current attitude, he advanced upon her, observing how her slight body trembled in fear and anticipation over what he might do. She shut her eyes tightly when he was mere inches from her, shuddering violently. She flinched when she felt his hand brush against her cheek, cupping it lightly.
“What in the world are you afraid of?” he asked, his voice low and rumbling.
“Please, Professor, please open the door and let me go,” she said, a slight tremor gracing the words that came from her.
He continued to stroke her cheek rather fondly for a moment before replying with a smirk.
“Let you go? Now where would you…” His eyes narrowed suddenly in suspicion as he registered exactly what she’d just said, and he demanded harshly, “How do you know who I am?”
Mari’s eyes flew open, and she looked terrified as she tried pressing herself further into the door.
“Please, lower the wards and let me out!” she begged.
Using the hand that had just been tenderly caressing her, he reached around to grab the hair at the base of her neck, pulling her head back harshly, as he lowered his face menacingly into hers.
“Tell me this instant how you know me!” he growled at her.
Terrified, the words flew from her mouth before she could stop them.
“I was your student!” she shrieked.
Severus stared at the young woman in stunned silence for a moment, letting her words wash over him. Shifting his stance, he released her hair. Quicker than lightning, he pressed his lean, solid body hard against her, and gripped her chin tightly with his long, elegant fingers, forcing her body into stillness. Her breathing was soft and shallow as she looked into his pitch-black eyes. His body was pressed hard against her, and the way he looked at her now was cool and calculating. His face was only centimetres from hers. To a casual observer, it would have looked as though he was about to kiss her. Peering deeply into her fearful green eyes with his own eyes of the blackest China ink, he uttered one word.
“Legilimens!”
Like a wind tunnel in reverse, her mind opened to him and he pounced inside. Images, memories, and feelings flashed into his view, and he could feel what she had felt, see what she had seen.
A young child, playing with her brother in the park.
Five years old and performing in the local school holiday pageant.
Seven years old, and doing odd things that no one could understand. The neighbourhood and school children shying away from her, teasing and tormenting her.
Her utter loneliness in her later primary school years due to the strange things she could do; things that no one else could.
The relief she felt upon receiving her letter to Hogwarts, confirming to her that she wasn’t crazy or odd because of her strange abilities.
The thrill of learning to control her abilities through her subsequent years at Hogwarts, and the pride at becoming a very accomplished young witch.
The next things Severus saw tore at his heart. He fought to push his own memories away of his tormented experiences as a youth.
She was hiding in the library because members of her House were taunting her for being Muggleborn.
Her despondent sadness at being doublyostracised; first by her House for not being pureblood, and second by the other Houses, for being sorted into Slytherin.
Her elation at finally graduating, followed by the subsequent happiness at the idea of setting out and finally being able to prove her abilities to the wizarding world.
Her onset of depression as she was repeatedly rejected for job after job.
Her humiliating decision to join the underworld in order to try and survive.
Severus wrenched himself from the torments of her mind, literally reeling back and landing on his arse on the icy cold floor. He sat with a dazed and stunned expression on his face. As he lost control of his thoughts, so too did he lose control of his powers, and the wards and spells on the room finally fell.
Feeling the wards break as the fall of magic washed over her, Mari turned, yanked the door open, and fled into the cold winter’s night, dressed only in Severus’s long, white shirt and her worn and tattered bra.
Seeing her flee from the hovel they'd been sleeping in that night snapped him from his muddled thoughts. Standing up quickly, he grabbed his remaining clothes, and threw them on. Reaching down once more, Severus picked up his robes and donned them, then turned to chase after her, though he was still stunned at the revelation that this prostitute was once his prized student.
‘Miss Vital? Here? How in Merlin’s name could this have happened to her? She was so bright, and she had such promise.’ He cursed in frustration and rushed out the door, determined to catch her.
His train of thought was derailed when he realised he had lost the girl’s trail thanks to the heavily falling snow. Angry at himself for not paying better attention, he decided that he had no choice for now but to return to the school to map out his next strategy. There was one thing he could do now though, just in case she decided to return to that hovel.
He placed wards to alert him if someone tried to enter, and left some money for her under the box he’d re-transfigured from the makeshift chair in case she returned. From what he could glean from her thoughts, as well as from the looks of her, she was suffering from malnutrition, and would need real food very soon. His preparations now complete, he resignedly made the Apparition back to the school.
Mari ran as fast as she could. She had no idea where she was going; her only concern was that she needed to distance herself from Professor Snape as much as was humanly possible. She couldn’t face him again, not after what they’d just done, not now that he knew who she was.
‘I miss Hogwarts.’
She snorted slightly at the notion that she might be missing days gone by. ‘No, those days certainly weren’t the happiest of my life, but at least I was safe most of the time and I was content. I had a warm bed, good food nearly whenever I wanted, and more books then I’d ever seen in my life. I also miss my classes, and learning. Of course, I’m learning quite a bit living on the streets, but that certainly isn’t the same.’
Mari thought back to her school days again, remembering how she'd grasped at the opportunity to learn everything that she could. When graduation had finally arrived seven years later, she'd assumed she’d been prepared to face the world. She had no idea how wrong she was until a few months after graduating.
‘Outside of Hogwarts, what do I have?' she thought as she continued to run through the maze of streets that made up the illicit Knockturn Alley. 'Doubts and disappointments, that’s what. And lest I forget, there’s always unpredictability and hunger.’
The last straw for Mari had been when she’d lost her wand in a fight with some street urchins months ago. Lost in her thoughts, she turned blindly down one of the darkened alleyways. Running as fast as she could, she ignored the stinging cold of the snow beneath her bare feet. She tried not to focus on her fingers and feet which were starting to go numb from the icy temperatures. She refused to stop running.
"Oof."
She slammed into something very solid in front of her, knocking her backwards onto the ground. Her hands flailed out behind her until they finally found purchase on the ground. She braced herself upon them as her legs stuck out straight in front of her. Dazed, she shook her head gently, her sable hair swinging freely and eventually settling in a loose mass that cascaded around her shoulders and tumbled down her back. She looked up to see if she could figure out what she had slammed into.
The tall, solid, imposing figure stepped out of the dark shadows, his cane clicking in a muffled way on the ground as he walked, his finely-tailored boots crunching softly upon the newly-fallen snow. He looked down with contempt at the woman who had just had the audacity to fling herself into him. His eyes trailed up and down her body, seemingly memorising every inch of her, making her feel extremely exposed and uncomfortable. She equally took a moment to look over the man that she had unintentionally bumped into. He was tall, broad-shouldered, very well-dressed, and his long soft-looking platinum blond hair was swept back from his face and tied at the back of his neck. His face, however, was anything but soft and gentle. It reeked of arrogance, and self-importance, and his grey-blue eyes were cold, and hard as steel. His full mouth sneered as he looked down his fine, elegant aquiline nose at her in what could be nothing other than absolute disgust.
“Well, well, well; what have we here? Aren’t you one of my son’s former Mudblood classmates?” he asked contemptuously.
‘How does he know who I am? Oh Gods! The glamour must have finally worn off,’ she thought, and then panicked as recognition dawned within her.
She knew he was dangerous and that she should get up and flee, but she seemed frozen to the spot. Swift as lightning, the man lunged down and grabbed her, pulling her up so that he could get a better look at her, his eyes flashing dangerously in acknowledgement.
“Yes, I most definitely recognise you from Hogwarts," he mused out loud to himself.
To her he added, "And what would a pretty young woman like you, be doing out here in this…. taboo environment? Well, no matter. You won’t be wandering alone in Knockturn Alley any longer. You will accompany me to Malfoy Manor, where I am sure you will become a most excellent plaything.”
Lucius Malfoy smiled evilly at her, his grip on her tightening, as he thought of everything awaiting them in the dungeons of his home. He had come to Knockturn Alley tonight in search of a diversion from things.
'Oh, yes, I am definitely going to have a lot of fun breaking this Mudblood bitch.'
“Please,” she pleaded, her eyes shining with fear as she looked into his eyes, her hands protectively wrapping around the one that clutched her shirt in an impenetrable grasp.
Leering at her, he replied, “Oh, yes, that’s good. I like to hear Mudbloods beg. And soon you will be doing so much more than begging. I am so going to enjoy my time with you.”
Mari began trembling, fighting to get away from him, but his grip upon her was too tight. He was too strong, and she too frail to fight properly. She wished desperately that she still had her wand.
Narrowing his eyes at the girl, he said in a low, dangerous voice, “Come, my Pet, it is time to go home.”
The last thing Mari saw, was the snow swirling around while the wind blew through the passageway as Lucius Malfoy briefly released his grip on her. Spinning her around rapidly, he grabbed her harshly around her waist, and Apparated them both to his home.
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Up next: Mari becomes a "guest" in Malfoy Manor, and a surprise in the Malfoy lineage (my creation).
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