Startled by the sharp burning in his arm, Severus Snape, former Hogwarts student, dropped the vial of aconite he was holding into the Wolfsbane potion, only barely able to get out of the way as the ruined potion exploded rather violently. Disgusted by the smell of burning flesh that emitted from the half-melted cauldron, he pulled up the sleeve of his robe to reveal the Dark Mark, pulsing black as the day it was burned into his flesh. The Dark Lord was calling. Severus cursed, for the Wolfsbane potion was one of the most difficult potions to brew, and he needed to know it to be able to pass his Potions Mastery.Severus whirled and left the room, robes billowing out behind him. He stalked to his chambers, wrenching open his wardrobe and reaching to the back to retrieve the black robes and white mask that were standard dress for anyone stupid, weak, or power-hungry enough to join the Dark Lord, Voldemort. Severus himself did not fall into any of these categories.
After hurriedly stripping himself of the work robes he wore to prevent his every-day ones from spills in his Potions lab, he donned the black robes, reminded of other times they had been worn.
The blood… the screams… the fear… Severus shuddered and pulled his wand from the holster by his thigh, checking to make sure his second one was fastened securely on the other leg. He pressed the end of his wand to the still-burning Mark, and disapparated to his master's abode.
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With a crack, Severus apparated into the entry of the mansion. Mansion may not have been the proper term for the building, because Severus could see that it was many times the size of the entrance of his own, almost as large as the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts. 'Castle' might have been a more appropriate name.
After taking a second to examine the room for potential threats, wand held at the ready; Severus stalked to the double doors at the other end of the entrance. He paused while the doors opened at their seemingly own accord, and took a breath before entering the room.
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He walked in, bowing to Voldemort and kneeling to kiss the hem of his robes, before backing away to take his place in the Death Eater circle.
"Ah… nice of you to grace us with your presence Severus." Hissed Voldemort, seated in his dusty 'throne' on a raised dais at the end of the room. "Welcome to my quaint little meeting on this most obscure of days, November 31st! Now, I have a bit of… fun… planned for you all. Lucius! Bring them in!"
A door Severus had not previously noticed, to his dismay, opened. A line of women was led out, tied in ropes and clearly held under the Imperius curse.
The women had been blindfolded and Severus could see a weak Disillusion spell had been cast upon them. Their features were blurred, so the participating Death Eaters present could not identify them.
The Dark Lord swept an arm out toward the women.
"Severus… as one of my most… loyal… followers, you have the pleasure to pick first."
Severus stepped forward out of the circle, surveying the women presented to him in disgust. It was not unknown to Voldemort and his followers that his tastes did not run to those of the female persuasion.
He finally stopped in front of a woman slightly taller than the rest, whom he thought to have dark brown hair.
He glanced over to Voldemort, who looked vaguely amused.
"This one will do." Severus spat.
Voldemort snapped his fingers, and with a small 'pop' a cowed house-elf appeared, cringing at his feet. "Take Severus and his… charge… to one of the prepared rooms." He ordered.
The house-elf hesitated, and Severus could see that there was something it wanted to say.
Voldemort looked it over, raised his wand almost lazily, and cast the Cruciatus curse on the hapless elf.
"Don't ever disobey me again, elf." Voldemort hissed. "When I say now, I mean now."
He lifted the curse on the elf that lay there twitching. Another pillowcase-clad elf popped in and levitated the convulsing one out, disappearing, as another appeared to take Severus and the woman to their rooms.
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The rooms were dimly lit, the flames of the candles revealing cream walls edged in a dark mahogany, and a four-poster with hanging curtains and silk sheets.
"Here is your rooms, Mister Severus sir. Tizrah is ready for whatever Mister Severus needs, Mister Severus sir."
Severus grunted at the elf, more occupied in restraining the woman than listening to the elf. The elf crept quietly out of the room while Severus bound the woman to the bed, banishing the blindfold to take a better look at her.
Her breasts were high and firm, showing a body not too far past puberty. His earlier estimations of her age were close, with the look of her body being that of a woman in her late teens-early twenties. The woman began to toss her head, opening her eyes to look around. Severus took the opportunity to back away, past the rings of light cast by the candles.
"So you're awake." He said silkily.
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Lily woke naked, in a dark room. A cell was a better name, for all that was in it was a water bowl, a bucket she assumed was to be used for a toilet, and a mouldy mattress covered in a blanket.
She moved to peer into the water bowl, and found that her ankles were weighted with chains leading back to wall behind her. They allowed her limited movement to the bed, bowl, and bucket, but nothing further than that, and certainly not to the wooden door at the other end of the narrow cell.
Lily cautiously sniffed the water, wary of potions that might be in it. Deciding to take a risk, she took a sip of the water. To her surprise, it was clear and cold, obviously bespelled to have a never-ending supply.
Lily crawled over to the mattress despite her lack of clothing, curling up and giving in to her heavy eyelids.
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She woke to the sounds of a large key turning in the lock of the door to her prison, and the chanted 'alohomora'.
The door squeaked open, and Lily scrambled back to the wall, grabbing a blanket to cover her naked body from the intruders. She crouched down, feeling the cold, slimy wall pressed up against her back. A head peered into her cell.
"The bitch ain't here" She heard a rough voice say.
She looked up from her corner and watched another black-robed, white-masked figure enter the cell. Death Eaters, she thought.
He looked around the cell; spotting Lily huddled in the corner.
"No, there is our little guest." The new Death Eater said in a silky voice.
He lazily pointed his wand at her and incanted "Imperio!"
She felt her body go all floaty, like she hadn't a care in the world.
Get up, and come over to us, she heard a voice say.
Why should we do what he says? Seems a bit stupid if you ask me. We don't even know them. Another, quieter, voice replied
Lily began to fight the force invading her mind, causing the first Death Eater to swear and add his Imperius curse to the one she was already fighting.
The opposing voice died under the combined wills of the two men.
She stood up, leaving her blanket behind, and walked as far over to the Death Eaters as the chains attached to her ankles allowed.
They called a third one in, a short one that vaguely reminded her Imperio-ed mind of a rat. He scurried in and unlocked the chains at her ankles to enable her to follow them to another room.
This room wasn't as small as the cell she had been in, and reminded her of a combined torture chamber and Potions lab.
She was strapped to a table in the centre of a room, and released from the Imperius curse.
Lily immediately began to struggle against the bindings, feeling the straps holding her wrists secure chafe against her skin, burning hot. The rat-like Death Eater scurried over to a bench against the far wall of the chamber, on which about four potions had been placed.
He grabbed the first in line, a black potion in a flask.
He handed it to the silky-voiced Death Eater, while the last one held her mouth open so he could pour it in her mouth.
It tasted vaguely like chocolate, but with an aftertaste that reminded her of the time she ate dirt when she was little. The potion chilled her mouth, and she could feel the iciness of it travel down to her chest to settle in her lower stomach.
The second potion she was forced to swallow was a sickly green colour, and surprised her by tasting like the strawberry of a familiar potion. The underlying orange taste of it confirmed her fears. A fertility potion.
Why would they need a fertility potion? Lily wondered to herself.
The third potion wasn't a potion at all, rather a paste that the silky-voiced Death Eater spread on her lower belly. She could feel the power in it – Dark power that made her feel ill as it spread through her body.
The fourth potion was blood red, in a dusty vial as though it hadn't been touched in decades. This potion didn't take like anything, and had no apparent effect. She tried not to think about it too much.
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Bound, gagged, and under Imperio, Lily was led out from the holding room into another one, followed by the rest of the women. She could tell from the echoes of the room that it was big, rivalling the Griffindor common room in size.
Lily heard a vague hissing, confirming her worst fears. She had been taken prisoner by Voldemort, to be used as a 'prize' for his favourite, most loyal Death Eaters.
A soft whispering step came to what she guessed was the end of the lined of captured women, making its way up the line, pausing every once in a while. It paused in front of her, and she resisted a flinch at the none-too-gentle hands that turned her face from side to side, and pressed her shoulders to turn around.
A hand remained on the shoulder, and she could hear a surprisingly familiar voice say, "This one will do."
In a haze of disbelief and horror, Lily closed her eyes and faintly heard a curse, and more hissed speech. She was then led to another room, where she was bound to something soft, a bed, she guessed. She tossed her head to the side, opening her eyes to take a look at the room. She turned her head just in time to see a shadow of clothing join those outside of the circle of light provided by the candles.
"So you're awake" came the silky voice from the darkness.
There was only one person she knew with that voice, and the ability to blend into the shadows. Severus Snape. Her old Potions lab partner from Hogwarts. A Slytherin, but not one openly obsessed with pure blood and all that crap. He had his opinions, but kept them to himself.
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Rape scene edited
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Through the grey haze of unconsciousness, Lily heard voices. Not the ordinary, run-of-the-mill inner voices but real voices that belonged to actual people. Where was she? What had happened?
With the feel of her hands still bound above her to the bed, her memory returned in a rush. The kidnap, the potions… Severus.
She was untied from the bed, falling limp from the horror of the previous night.
A hand slapped her across the face, and in a fit of desperation and fear, she lashed out, catching her hand on the person's own hand, scratching their wrist and tearing a ring from their hand. "Stupefy" A strong voice called, and she sank into unconsciousness again, this time with the feeling of a tug on her navel.
A portkey.