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Dark Lord Rising	By : Sparrowbirdie Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6504 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Severus Snape had an issue.

It was an issue which gave to him both worry and satisfaction. He had no worries about portraying a grim and gruesome headmaster at Hogwarts. In fact, it was quite easy, because he didn't sleep at night. And that made him grumpy and disagreeable beyond his normal foul mood. His wrath would strike at any moment. Brooding, scowling and cloudy as the weather, the way it had been of late. There was nothing more frightening for a poor Gryffindor than a bleak, rainy day and an extremely moody headmaster. It was as if the Dark Ages had manifested and returned and was now walking around dealing out terror and misery on a daily basis. The students hadn't forgotten the terror in the eyes of their once fellow student Draco Malfoy. There was the balcony by which he had been sodomized. There were the many walls he had been seen slumping against, on the verge of collapsing in tears, looking haunted. Down those stairs, in that storage room, Malfoy had spent many lonely nights waiting for his final hour. Now, he was gone. But the terror lingered. It was as if the shadow which had haunted him, still lingered. The Slytherins still thought they saw wings just out of the corner of their eyes.

Ever since the death of Lilly Potter, Severus had spent his nights alone. Before her death, he had known another woman, who had fancied him as well. It was to this woman he had lost his virginity in a dark alley behind the three broomsticks just before graduation from Hogwarts. She too, chose another. He spent the next decade and a half alone, building walls and attempting to move on. Then, out of nowhere, came a sexual relationship to one of his own students. Draco Malfoy. They still met. That is to say: Draco still looked up Severus in his home at Spinner's End. The risk was enormous, considering that Death Eaters frequented there quite often. But Severus Snape had begun to live for those moments. Some times, Draco would pop around just for a cup of tea and a talk. Mostly because he needed to talk about his parents. About Harry Potter. About marriage. He made Severus smile. And Severus felt stronger than ever for his young, blond protégé who sought his company both as a son and as a lover. Something was changing inside the newly appointed headmaster. And that change scared him. But not so much that it kept him from getting any sleep at night. The reason was quite another.

It had started off with quite a shock. He had found Draco Malfoy's eudaimon standing by the foot of his bed one night, about three o'clock in the morning. He had been looking quite hungry, and Severus had been immediately unsettled by the playful and slightly wicked grin on the eudaimon's face. Severus had reached out for his wand, but had not found it. The thing with the wings held Severus' wand next to his cheek and smiled. More wickedly. Then, the eudaimon had pointed Severus' own wand at him and whispered: “Incarcerous” with smooth, velvety voice.

The eudaimon. A half blood. In wizard mythology half man, half demon. In the hierarchy of demons they were quite high up: Firstly, your average demon – of the common population in Hell. Then the Demon Kings, the rulers of common demons. Then eudaimons, born of both man and demon. The strongest and wisest of all hellish creatures, with the power to slay armies with one blow. The eudaimons are – in wizard mythology – viewed upon as the dark equivalent of God's angels. In stead of angels of life, they are thought to be angels of death. They are the ultimate judges; Mind-readers, seers of the future, acting in accordance as the future events of their human target unfolds. Driving their chosen targets into madness and certain death. Almost without exception.

When Severus finally had gotten his mouth to work again, he had harked up the courage to ask. If he was next? If he had been chosen to die at the hands of the eudaimon? Was the past actions of his life finally catching up with him?

The eudaimon Melchior only shook his head carefully. He had climbed unto the bed, the wand trained at Severus. With a swift flick with the wand, Severus' night clothes had disappeared. The sudden chill of the nocturnal air had made Severus gasp, feeling vulnerable. Awfully vulnerable. He had watched as the eudaimon flicked the wand again, and the rope restraining Severus' legs, had begun to move. They had slithered unto each side of the bed, locking his torso and arms. The eudaimon tossed the wand into the air, but Severus heard no noise as it should have hit the wall. It had instead been hidden in darkness. Demonic darkness.

The eudaimon moved forward quite quickly, settling himself between Severus' legs. He put his hands on Severus' manly thighs, and the sliding touch which ended at the base of Severus' cock brought the former Defence Against the Dark Arts professor completely out of his stoic universe. There was no doubt about what the eudaimon craved, and Severus had – against all common sense – gotten shamefully aroused. He watched, feeling his pulse begin to race and his skin begin to prickle, as the eudaimon unveiled a rock hard cock eager to conquer new territory. Severus couldn't help not to tense up in every muscle, and sweat began to pour, plastering his black hair to his temples. He debated with himself whether he should follow his initial impulse and attempt to keep his thighs together. But as soon as he had thought about it, his conviction failed and his legs began to move on their own accord. He tried, he really did. But all too soon, he was wide open for the taking. He could only watch and hold his breath, as the eudaimon, with his immaculate black wings heaving quietly in the air behind the half-demon's shoulders, positioned himself between Severus' legs. He leaned forward, put one hand on the ropes covering Snape's chest, and the ropes instantly moved. His palm connected with the flesh covering Snape's chest, right between the nipples. The touch was like receiving an electric shock, and he heard Melchior's sensual, deep voice like a veil of silk over his mind.

“It is time I protected you. ” The half-demon's silky voice seemed to caress the insides of Severus' mind, and the headmaster felt himself go under, drowning into a sea of lust. Snape waited for another statement, but none came. Instead, he was torn back into the cold reality of his bleak and dark room as the eudaimon began to push against his entrance. Snape exclaimed a sudden “ah!” which went against his otherwise accomplished and disciplined character. He stared into the dark eyes of the eudaimon, instantly captured by those dark brown, nut-shaped orbs. Gripping the sheet next to his thighs, Snape gritted his teeth and hissed at the pain which ensued. The eudaimon bent down and licked his left nipple. Severus' eyes rolled to the back of his head at the sudden and overwhelming sensation, and he bucked his hips involuntarily as the eudaimon continued to play with the swelling bud while he pushed himself all the way in. Severus recognised the game. This was the art of lovemaking which he had taught Draco Malfoy, and which the boy then had practiced with Severus at Spinner's End on several occasions. Thinking of the blond made the headmaster relax. This was sex, he reminded himself. The eudaimon was not out to torture him. Yet. The rope across his torso worried Snape though. Was it really necessary? He tried to hang on to what seemed like one sane thought in an evolving chaos of lust. The eudaimon attacked his other nipple. He had begun to pump in and out of Severus' entrance, with long, slow movements.

Severus had no idea why he began to think about her. It was an unexpected and unpleasant turn of events. He had kept the memories of Lily to himself, nourishing them and feeding into them all of his bitterness, his sadness and anger. The most intense memory of them all, were his childhood memories, of himself laying close to her on a grassy field. He could still picture her lucid skin, her hair which glowed in the sun. Her eyes, the intense green colour, her smile playing across her face and every crease or wrinkle which followed in the wake of her beautiful smile. Whenever he needed to hide from the crude reality of Hogwarts, he stole away to this memory, for in it, he relived his happiest days, and those had been filled with magic and love. Everything bright and positive inside Severus stemmed from that memory. It was a place into which the Slytherin in him could not reach. So why now? Why did this happy memory have to come to mind, only to be tainted by the waves of lust ignited by this unholy creature on top of him? Severus let out a groan as the eudaimon altered his angle and adjusted the headmaster's thigh. It gave him more access, and the eudaimon smiled wickedly, knowing that his rather unwilling lover now felt him penetrate deeper. Severus' intense look on his face, the way his eyebrows knit up in a deep furrow and how his lips disappeared into a thin, strained line, gave away the conflicting emotions he battled inside.

“Please” Severus finally begged. It was a barely audible whisper, but the eudaimon saw his lips shape the word. “Stop.” The headmaster was mentally climbing off his high horse, ready to fall onto his knees in the dust. That was fast. So fast that Severus surprised himself. “I'm no idiot. You're making me think of her! She has nothing to do with this – this abuse – you're putting me through.”

“I wonder if her husband knows that you grieve for her like a true widower? But” he continued whilst pumping hard and fast into Severus' entrance, “who can blame you? You had such high hopes. Marriage to the woman you loved? To see her bear your child? A happily ever after? But no. She crushed you and your prospects for the rest of your miserable life the day she chose James Potter –!”

“ – enough!” Severus hissed.

“I'm not really sure why you're so upset with James Potter. It wasn't he who stole her from you, you know. She allowed herself to be seduced. She chose him. It was her. All about herself and her happiness.”

The words burned in Severus' mind. He began to writhe. It was as if his insides were on fire, and his conflicting emotions were the wood. The eudaimon's words fuelled the flames. It was like being burned on the stake. He didn't want to be thinking of her that way. The rosy image of Severus and Lily on the green, green field under the blue sky was beginning to burn to cinders. It obliterated in the mental searing flames inside of him, and he felt terror rise. Afraid he would lose the pristine, immaculate moment which had been his nourishment for years, Severus opened his eyes and stared intot he dark orbs of the eudaimon. The half-demon's dark brown curls fell onto the pillow, framing Severus' face, mixing with his own black hair. Severus Snape wanted to plead for mercy, but the words got stuck in his throat. He felt something unlock inside of him, something big, dark and warm. A place he had no idea he had. In this void, a white spark came to life, and it soon grew strong, like a flare in the darkest of night. A Patronus. The eudaimon came, and he came hard, breathing heavily and thrusting with long, slow moves. Sweat poured down Severus' temple. The focal point of their joining, Severus' entrance, was going incredibly hot. Severus felt literally on fire, and it was a warmth spreading from his crotch and upwards into his belly. The sensation was almost indescribable, and it made him think of butter which was melting because it had been put too close to a source of heat. The very air in his chambers stood still, and it was thick with the scent of sex, restrained magic and something else – something darker, making the atmosphere seem like it was near combustible. The eudaimon put his left hand downwards, catching numerous drops of his own sperm from the chrome of his cock. Severus noticed he had come himself. His belly was covered in white sperm, and now the eudaimon scooped it up into Severus' belly button. He commenced to mix the sperm with the drops of his own sperm. Then the eudaimon said something in a language which Severus didn't understand. Hoping it was coming to an end, Severus shut his eyes for a moment. Upon opening them, he tensed up, seeing the long, sharp nails of the eudaimon thrust down into the flesh where his belly button had been. Severus gasped in pain, staring in disbelief at the eudaimon's face.

Then, Severus woke up. Someone was impatiently banging on his office door. Snape could hear it all the way in to his sleeping chamber. He sat up, swung his feet out onto the floor and tried to stand.

He had to sit down. Pain flared up in his abdomen, and he feared the worst. Pulling up his nightshirt, he noticed the hem was stained with blood. Severus heart began to race as he lifted up the hem and revealed his mid-section. He stared for several seconds at the black and star-shaped scar across his belly button. Oh no.

The angry knocking at his door continued. Severus cast the sudden discovery aside in his mind, and strode over to answer it. He fetched his silk morning robe on the way, tightening the bond around his narrow waistline. Over the years, Severus Snape had grown into a descent looking man, with a fit body and a swift mind.The words went on over and over in his mind. It was time he was protected. From what? Or who? In response to the incessant knocking which was beginning to annoy him, he tore the front door open and stared down his nose until he met professor Carrow's tiny, pig-like eyes. Those eyes were always dark, beady and piercing. But not once had he managed to intimidate Severus Snape. Snape knew just what sort of scum this was.

“It is nearly half past eight, headmaster” Carrow stated with an inquisitive stare at his colleague. He didn't care if he glowed with impatience which suggested that he demanded an explanation. “You're missing breakfast” he quickly added, as to put on some sort civility to his composure.

“Ignorance does not become you, Carrow” Severus bit back with a sour face. “But then again, there's a great difference between you and I, professor. And that is that I actually spend my time serving the Dark Lord as while you're obviously mocking about, being more interested in getting your beauty-sleep!” Severus Snape shut the door right in Carrow's face, not waiting for an answer. He had no time for nosy criminals who pretended to be professors.

He appeared in the great hall not thirty minutes later, feeling like he was starving. Eating vigorously for the first time in years, he fell into deep thoughts.

It was around lunch time several days later, that Sybil Trelawney came into the Great Hall. Her face was an unreadable mask. She walked but noticed no body. Her head shook, her hands were rigid, sticking out like thorns on a thornbush. Minerva McGonagall had seen that state before, so she rushed from the table and over to her colleague, ready for anything. Sybil Trelawney was mumbling incomprehensibly, and she put her hands to her forehead as if trying to shake away what she saw before her mind's eye. She held her breath, seemingly making an effort to keep it together. She hadn't had a vision of this magnitude in seventeen years. Not since Harry Potter.

«And he shall rule the Earth and Mankind, side by side with demons! Only one can stem the tide of darkness. Born six moons ago ...!» Sybil inhaled sharply and stopped in her tracks. She gasped. «The girl must live or we are all doomed! His face – the dark lord's face!» Sybil spoke fast, breathing in and breathing out, she spoke until she dropped to her knees, overwhelmed by the powerful vision. The teachers closest to her – the Carrows, Severus Snape, McGonagall and Professor Slughorn – gathered around. Sybil kept on speaking. She was mumbling a name. They held their breaths, not believing their own ears.
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