Heart of Darkness and Light | By : Lynne Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: I don’t own most of the characters or the settings (although I DID create Ariah Morrigan for this story), they belong to the wonderful mind of JK Rowling, but the story is mine, so be kind. This is rated R for some sexuality. I also owe some of the dialogue in chapters 6, 7, and 8 to Antoine de Saint-Exupery from his amazing piece of literary art "The Little Prince".
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~Heart of Darkness and Light~
Severus Snape sat in the leather wingchair in his private quarters attempting to read one of his boo books of Muggle poetry. He felt restless, like he was slowly crawling out of his skin. He pushed up the left sleeve of his crisp gray linen shirt, perusing the dormant Dark Mark on his forearm. 'OK,' he thought, 'it wasn’t Voldemort—then what?' He stood up and stretched, running his fingers through his dark hair. As if propelled by a force not his own, he walked to the door and exited. He knew where he was going; he just didn’t know why he was going there.
Severus stopped outside a door in the North Tower. He gently knocked. The door swung open. A quizzical look crossed his dark eyes. He entered the quarters of Hogwart’s newest professor with some trepidation.
‘Hello?’ he said, ‘Anybody here?’ It was curious to him that there had been no wards on the door.
Another door further into the living quarters of Professor Ariah Morrigan opened up and beckoned him to enter. 'What is this about?' he asked himself. 'Why can’t I back out the room now and go back to my own quarters?' He had tried several times, but found himself either frozen to his spot or propelled forward. He ran his hand through his oily mop of hair and grimaced. He hated his appearance these days, but it was a necessary evil for the role he played.
Without being aware of his actions, Severus found himself standing in the doorway to a steaming bathroom. He looked in and met the piercing blue eyes of Ariah Morrigan, soaking in a sunken stone tub. Ariah waved her hand and the bathroom took on the appearance of a sylvan glade, the tub becoming a hot spring bubbling with fragrant oils.
‘Ah, yes, Severus,’ said Ariah, smiling at him, ‘come in. We have much to talk about.’
Severus stammered. She was adept at wandless magic.
‘Hmm,’ mused Ariah, ‘I certainly didn’t think you were the shy type. And why don’t we get rid of that less than savory appearance you have put on, shall we? I know what you really look like and I much prefer your true appearance.’
Again, Ariah waved her hand and Severus felt himself stripped of the glamour he wore. His hair, long and silky black, hung loosely over his shoulders, the lines around his eyes lessened somewhat. His eyes softened. When he smiled a confused smile, his teeth were whiter and a little more even. The changes were minute, he merely looked a bit younger and not quite as haggard.
‘The real Severus Snape—so incredibly handsome.’ she said with a smile.
‘Who—what—who are you?’ stammered Severus.
‘Ariah Morrigan, tactical magic professor.’ she answered, matter-of-factly.
‘Who are you REALLY?’
‘Can’t you tell? Come closer. Come join me. We need to talk.’ she said with a sleepy half smile.
Severus found himself removing his clothing and entering the hot spring. Ariah handed him a glass of wine, he sipped and found it the most amazing liquid to have ever passed his lips. Ariah moved forward and ran a finger across his face, flitting delicately over a scar hidden in his hairline.
‘Lucius Malfoy,’ she hissed, ‘the bastard. I can’t understand his love of cruelty. I cannot wait until it backfires on him.’
‘How did you know where that scar came from?’
‘I know where every scar on your body came from,’ she replied, moving her hand down and tracing a scar on his throat, ‘Malfoy again. He thought to slit your throat, but the dagger slipped out of his hand.’ Ariah smiled, ‘I must admit, THAT was enjoyable. The look on his face was priceless. When will he learn not to use an artifact consecrated to the Goddess for his own personal bidding? The arrogance of the man, and I use that term loosely. This scar,’ she touched one on his stomach, ‘was given to you by Sirius Black in your 6th year. For what it’s worth, he didn’t mean it, Severus.’
Ariah leaned closer and brushed her lips softly against his. He breathed in her intoxicating scent, lotus and water lily. She slowly ran her tongue over his bottom lip, then nibbled it lightly. He returned her kiss, unable to resist. She pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around him.
‘This has been a long time coming, Severus. A very long time.’ she murmured against his lips.
‘Oh gods,’ he moaned softly as she ran her hands gently over his slick back and deepened her kiss, slipping her tongue between his lips.
‘Why do you wizarding folk always thank the gods?’ she asked, nibbling again at his lower lip, ‘There are goddesses, too, you know.’ He felt her grin before she touched her tongue to his again.
‘I think I know that for sure now,’ he replied, pausing from exploring her tongue with his.
Ariah wrapped her long lean legs around him and pulled him even closer. One of her hands slipped below the surface of the water and gently stroked him. Severus moaned. Ariah smiled.
‘Why me?’ asked Severus.
‘Why not you?’ was the reply.
‘I’m hardly worthy of the attentions of a goddess.’
‘You’ve had my attentions for a long time, Severus. Since you've been at Hogwart’s, as a student and a professor. When you were in Azkaban, I really noticed you. There was nothing the Dementors could do to harm you.’
‘Because there was no happiness or joy inside me for them to take,’ said Severus, a dark look flitting over his face.
‘That served you then, but it can’t sustain you now. There’s so much worth living for. So much worth fighting for. This isn’t just a war against Voldemort, you know, it’s a war to protect a way of life.’
‘And whose side are you on?’ he asked.
‘Yours.’ was her reply.
‘You’re a goddess. There must be a way for you to stop this.’
‘I wish there was. But my allegiance is to the Earth, not to man. You all have free will. There’s nothing the gods and goddesses can do when you exert your free will.’
‘But you said you were on our side.’
‘No, Severus, I said I was on YOUR side. I will fight side by side with you if need be.’
‘Why?’
‘Because I want you. And to have you, I need you alive.’
Ariah moved so that she was straddling Severus. She felt his hardness under her and smiled. Without a word, she placed his hand on her breast. Severus circled her taut nipple with his fingers and gently squeezed it. Ariah sighed. Severus moved his lips down to her neck, then lower until his mouth joined his hand at their sweet chore. His tongue mimicked his fingers, circling, then pulling her nipple into his mouth. He had no idea why he was being permitted to make love to a goddess, but he was damned if he was going to disappoint her. Ariah’s hands had not been idle. She stoked him until he was hard as granite, then she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. Severus felt a strong stirring inside him as she slowly moved up and down, feeling his entire length inside her. Ariah stroked his hair and lifted up his head, gazing into his eyes. Joined together, the goddess and the former Death Eater locked eyes. Severus assisted Ariah’s movements, his eyes never leaving hers. She arched her back and moaned, first softly, then louder as she moved faster. He felt her muscles contract around him as she climaxed, his climax soon followed. As he reached orgasm, he felt something fill him, something strong, something light. He held her closely, and felt tears fall from his eyes.
‘What did you do to me?’ he asked through his tears.
‘I gave you hope,’ she replied, drawing him into a deep and tender kiss, ‘I gave you all the hope you need to continue the fight.’
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