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A Nagini and Severus Tale	By : MJurjevic Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 3507 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Summary: What is the greatest sacrifice one can give? This tale begins in Severus' sixth year at Hogwarts, during the surge of new young followers of the Dark Lord; Nagini Malfoy, the main female character, is actually a precursor to Nagini, Voldemort's serpent.
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Chapter 1: A Turn of Events

With each movement counter-blocking her way, Nagini was finally forced to look up into the icy grey gaze waiting for her. Again a surging feeling welled up inside her. Controlling the urge to grab or hex Lucius across the room, she steadied her breathing to ask, “Yes?”

“Oh, I always like a 'yes' from a witch,” purred Lucius.

Goyle and Crabbe snickered behind him; Lestrange's interest perked up and he shifted his sitting position to lean expectantly towards them; the two darker, younger-yeared Slytherins, Severus and Regulus, stilled themselves, watching Lucius' every action. He continued, “Especially a pure-blooded, Slytherin one – quite, quite a delicate rarity nowadays.”

“And a Malfoy to boot – for the cherry on top,” Lestrange quietly added. Lucius gave him a slow, dark smirk.

Turning back to Nagini, he said, “Dear cousin, come and join your brethren Slytherins – they're dying to get acquainted with you. We must amend that Ravenclaw mix-up and help heal any open wounds or distress they've caused our sister Slytherin.”

“Who do we hex first?” jumped in Goyle.

“Now, now – let's not be hasty – let us know the details first – it'll be more …exquisite revenging the ones who really deserve it,” said Lucius, as he circled behind her.

Nagini didn't budge from her spot. “I'm sorry – I have to decline,” she said, maintaining a calm tone. “I'm very…tired and need to lie down. Another time…”

“You're not quite understanding. As a Slytherin prefect, I'm insisting you join us and relay what has happened – what those filthy Mudbloods and blood-traitors in those pathetic houses did to you. They insult one Slytherin, they insult us all; they attack one Slytherin, they attack us all. Am I getting through to you, dear cousin?” asked Lucius.

He had impatiently grabbed Nagini's left arm and pulled her over to one of the plush, dark emerald-green sofas of the Slytherin Common Room. Releasing his grasp on her arm by shoving her down onto the sofa beside Lestrange, he continued, “It's not just a matter of house pride…I am trying to be patient, very patient with you, dear cousin. You are so very new to things here, after all; however, there are some universal truths, regardless of where you're coming from that even you must recognize and acknowledge as being absolutes –”

“Don't ever touch me again, don't ever grab me like that ever again,” interrupted Nagini abruptly. She had risen from the sofa, and was almost brushing against Lucius, but avoided actually touching him the last half-inch somehow.

“If it's decorum you wish,” she said glaring at him, “ house decorum, blood-relations decorum − let me set you straight then − I can defend myself against those prats. I don't need you. They're not worth risking everyone's involvement. I insulted them first. I shouldn't have been put in Ravenclaw; it was a mistake. Now, the mistake's been corrected. Your prefect status doesn't give you the right to force me into any revenge activity –”

“Either you're being thick or you're pretending to be – and that's not…good…” Lucius threatened. He made to push her back down, and at that very moment he was blasted back across the room.

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In a split second, Nagini was rushing away − running for her life to find shelter in her room − just to make it there and lock the door behind her. What was happening? Merlin, how could I have hexed Lucius? – the overbearing prat. But a blur of uncontrolled anger had blinded her and raw instinct had taken over. She flung herself into her room, slamming the door behind her and turning around to charm it sealed, when Lucius hurled himself into the room scathing with fury. Before she could think of the next moment, he had grabbed her and shoved her up against the cold stone wall. Pressing his body into hers, pinning her up against it.

“How dare you? How dare you!” He was slightly frothing from the mouth with anger. Controlling himself, he asked her, “Have you forgotten who you are – who and what you really are? Then let me remind you – you are a Malfoy. A Pureblood. You will not shame our name, our family - our status in the world. Which means, you will do whatever I tell you to do − to know your place, your proper place, and endure it. Whose ward are you? Who pays for this room? Have you forgotten what my father has had to do for you? What strings he has had to pull for you? And what inside insults our family will forever have to swallow because of you? Who's your guardian until it is deemed by wizarding society that you are fit to be your own person. Who?” he demanded.

She still didn't answer − if looks could kill.

“Who? Say it!” he yelled at her.

Grabbing her robes tight, he shoved her against the wall again, her head popping against it.

Through the pain, Nagini glared at him defiantly.

With a snarl, he threw her from the wall to on top of the bed.

Before she could turn around or rise up, he was on top of her, pinning her down.

“So, you want to be treated like a filthy Muggle, do you?” he said. Menacingly, he lowered his head to her left ear, whispering, “You know what Muggles are good for? The only thing…the filth are good for?”

Abruptly, he pushed himself off of her and stood up, slowly pulling out his wand and directly pointing it at her. His stone-cold eyes suddenly burned with intention.

"He's going to Crucio me," thought Nagini, gasping for breath, trying to muster up the will to dare defend herself. But, she felt that she couldn't breathe. She froze. She just stared at Lucius, taking in the halo of blond hair encircling an enraged mask of disgust. He disorientated her.

Lucius drew in deep inhales to control himself from hexing her. His father had told him that Nagini's strong will had to be broken, and soon. But this wasn't the time or the place. He resented her − her mere existence − on so many levels, but he had to push his normal tendencies to physically, violently force someone to his will aside for the time being.

Slowly, he spelled out for her, “You will know your place in the world, the ways of the world − our world. The Malfoy world. We own you − you are ours now − truly one of us. You will adhere to our ways.”

Taking in her continuing defiance of him, he sneered at her, “You were predispositioned from conceivement to be a dark witch, a sorceress, weren't you? Have you forgotten, already, the reasons why you're even here? My little murderess −”

Nagini screamed out, "Shut up! Will you shut up?! Just leave me alone! Stop it!"

At that second, a heavily panting Regulus swept into the room.

“Lucius! What are you doing? – Slughorn's asking for you − Mulciber is in trouble! You're needed immediately!” panted Regulus.

Having strolled in behind Regulus, smiling at Lucius, Lestrange teased, “Tsk, tsk Lucius – what are you up to now? Can I join in?" Then, he added, "Whatever will Narcissa think?”

Lucius glared at him. “Nothing. There's nothing to 'think', just clearing up some family business.”

Since the announcement of the betrothals between himself and Narcissa Black, and Rodolphus Lestrange and Bellatrix Black, had been made, his future brother-in-law was becoming more and more unbearable. Usually Lestrange's lecherous sense of humour and inclination for anything perverse amused Lucius, who secretly prided himself on being 'superior' to Lestrange in his tastes, preferences and skills.

Lestrange scoffed at Lucius. Composing himself, Lucius walked directly over to Lestrange. He threatened, “There's nothing unless, perhaps, you would like Bellatrix to be informed about a little juicy tidbit. If she should need to hear of an occurence between you and a certain zoftig Hufflepuff? You were boasting about it, in detail." Then, he added with a knowing smile, "On the very same day your engagement was announced, wasn't it?"

The smirk fell from Lestrange's face. Glaring at each other, the senior Slytherins huffed out of the room, with Regulus quickly following after them.

Left with steadying her breathing, Nagini gulped at the air, trying to control tears that were trying to be released. Then, a dizzy sensation crept over her; a Calming Potion Professor Slughorn had just given her started to kick in full force. Or did he give me a Sleeping Potion?

“Are you all right?” asked a quiet voice.

Through an enveloping narcotic haze, Nagini slowly looked over to where the voice came from.

It was from the tall, quiet housemate – It's Snape − Severus, Nagini registered groggily. Severus! It's all been for you... for you...

In her drug-induced stupor, her thoughts languidly remembered when they had first met outside of Gringotts... so long ago. Nagini had been leaving with Lucius and his father, Abraxas Malfoy, while Regulus Black and Severus were making their way to go in to the bank.

And then, that very same evening of their first meeting, they met again at Malfoy Mansion; a dreadful dinner party had been given to celebrate the announcement of the betrothal of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black; selected friends and family had been invited. And as Severus was included, being the house-guest of Regulus that weekend, he had been seated beside her, the newly arrived relative.

It had been such a miserable day for Nagini that she barely spoke a word to him throughout the entire dinner. And he had not attempted to make or force any glib small-talk with her, which she had been so grateful for.

At Hogwarts, their encounters around school had, at first, been awkward or abrupt. Until Nagini had unintentionally come across Severus and a Gryffindor student in the library, with whom he seemed to be on very friendly, if not intimate, terms. He called her 'Lily' and was speaking in a soft, low voice to her. She had laughed at something he said, and Nagini had caught Severus smiling shyly back at her in response.

The picture of them together had struck Nagini as odd. Mainly because the girl was obviously a Gryffindor, a gold and burgundy scarf flung carelessly around her, but the sight of Severus smiling was etched in Nagini's memory. It was a stark contrast to the silent, sullen young man she saw sulking around the Slytherin Common Room, or hunched over a pile of books, alone at a library table.

And that was the day that her world had changed: her universe had changed.

Nagini had desperately been avoiding any miscellaneous contacts with other students – especially the Slytherins, attempting to distance herself from her cousin's circle as much as possible.

But, now, she had been drawn in, circumstances beyond her control − or, were they?

She lay, curled up on her left side; her back turned away from him. Snape's gentle, but firm, inquiry was not abating. He crossed over to her bedside and asked, “Do you need Madam Pomfrey?”

Nagini slowly turned over towards him, dark blotches filling her mind as she tried to focus on the dark figure standing beside her bed. “What?” she asked. His voice seemed far away.

Then, Narcissa Black entered the Slytherin dormitory room, and Severus held up his forefinger to his lips, indicating for her to stay quiet. He pressed on his enquiry gently. “Madam Pomfrey − I could help you to the hospital ward, if you're in need of assistance.”

Nagini blinked, confused, thinking that the figure speaking was someone else. Rodolphus is offering me help? No! I don't want him to touch me!

Her thoughts whirled, causing her to moan as she fought but slipped further and further into drowsiness. The memory of the insults and jeers of her former Ravenclaws and other peers came back to her. “They're never to be trusted – selfish, manipulative, throat-slitting, power-hungry Slytherins.”

And, yet, she was now a Slytherin. One of them. Anything for Severus...

“I'm all right,” she assured the dark figure. “A little unnerved – but nothing else. Lucius didn't do anything…” Eyes closed, she stopped in mid-sentence because of the sudden discomfort of verbalising which level of aggression against her had just been committed. Lucius hated her. He had feigned tolerance of her beforehand, but, after today, she knew he could barely control his resentment towards her and would now use any opportunity to vent it. The realization of the situation overwhelmed her. Further words escaped her.

Her eyes opened wide momentarily in panic, and Nagini gazed pensively at Severus. His clear onyx eyes calmed her. Steadied her. Finally, she whispered, “Thank you.” Clearing her throat, and a little stronger, she added, “Thank you for offering help… but I'm all right, now. Really.” She held out her hand to him, but as he took it, she fell deeply into a narcotic sleep.

Severus placed her hand back down on her covers and watched her sleeping form. After several seconds, he sighed and crossed to leave, meeting Narcissa's concerned eyes; he turned once more to look back at Nagini and gave her one last look of doubt and then quietly left her room.

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