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The Dark Mark had been burning since sundown on this particular summer night. The seething pain on his forearm had taken the potions master aback. He had sent an owl to Dumbledore informing him of this unexpected call from his other master. His mind was racing with the possibilities it ranged from the Dark Lord's displeasure to a horrendous dark revel where rape and pillaging would be common. Nevertheless, Snape apparated to Malfoy Manor, in his Death Eater robes, with a foreboding expression on his face.
Once in front of the manor he silently climbed the steps, and wordlessly waved his wand to disarm the wards. He somberly makes his way down the long main hallway of the Malfoy abode, and he pushes the door open to the main sitting room. He casts his eyes down onto the floor as he makes his way down the rows of Death Eater standing to his left and right. As he knelt he was aware that all the eyes in the room were focused on him as he paid his respects to their master. Taking the hem of his master's tattered black robes, he kisses it, before proceeding to end of the line to be beside Lucius.
"Not so fast Severus, come back here, we are all here to celebrate you tonight," Voldemort commands in a deathly whisper. He retreats wordlessly, bowing down humbly, before answering the Dark Lord directly.
"I am honored my Lord, but truly nothing gives me greater pleasure than serving you." His master lets out a few loud guffaws, grinning from ear to ear, he wordlessly casts a spell to open the door on the other side of the room.
"A reward for my most humble servant. I promised you one years ago, but I failed to procure it for you. Tonight, however, I think you will enjoy this one. I'm sure you two are very familiar with each other. No need for introductions," Voldemort cackles.
Snape watches silently, mustering all his strength to remain emotionless, but surely he knew exactly who the Dark Lord was speaking of. Years ago his master had promised he would spare the 'Mudblood' for him, Lily, the woman he loved irrevocably even to this day. However, nothing could prepare him for the shock that was coming. His eyes widened as he watched Mulciber bring in a limp woman, who could barely stand on her own, but his fellow Death Eater roughly pushed the woman in front of him regardless.
"Mudblood! Look up and see your new master. I trust you two are no strangers." She shivers to the callousness of Voldemort's voice, but she looks up with unwavering courage. Why ever would she not? Bloody Gryffindors are always bested by their bloody courage. These thoughts were racing in Snape's head when he registered her face.
He recognized the hazel eyes with hints of yellow, brown, and green that were glaring icily back into his cold dark eyes. When he had known the mysterious woman as a girl she had always dyed her hair blonde, but now it was presumably its natural sleek black hue. Her high pointed cheekbones were slashed with gashes and cuts; he noticed more gashes and cuts running along her collarbone and arms.
"Do you recognize her Severus," his master mused. He nodded slowly, before revealing to the rest of the Death Eaters the woman's identity.
"Lavinia Eloise Hewitt. She was a year below me, but she dated Black up until he was sent to his stint in Azkaban," he announced in an unwavering even baritone.
"Yes, indeed, but now she is yours Severus. Do what you will with her...you can share her or keep her to yourself for all I care. I thought perhaps your abode at Spinner's End needs a womanly touch. She can do your cooking, cleaning, washing, and perhaps warming your bed. Her lover is dead after all, naturally, thanks to Bellatrix." Upon the mentioning of her name the frizzy haired deranged witch spoke up to respond.
"He was a disgrace to the Black bloodline, my Lord, he was no cousin of mine. Toujours pur. He almost disgraced us further by planning to marry that mudblood," she spat.
Oh Bella, even if Black did not marry her...your precious family bloodline is already tainted, but not from the intermingling of witches and wizards with different kinds of magical blood….it is the deranged likes of you, thought Snape bitterly.
"Whatever you do though Snape don't put a child in her," she added with venom. The rest of the room laughed alongside her as she cackled.
"Silence. Severus you may go now," Voldemort waves granting him clemency from the embarrassment or perhaps the revel that may occur later on in the night.
To keep up with his facade, he roughly grabs her in order to apparate out of the manor. Though prior to fully disappearing he heard the jeers and complaints that echoed throughout the manor.
"Oh come now Snape! Why aren't you sharing her! I'm sure she's been used many times by Black already no need to keep her to yourself!"
He did not ask for her nor did he even want her at the slightest. He had to follow his master's orders upon fear of death. Seeing her tonight and having to deal with bringing her home made his heart ache in a way that it had not in years. He often times wondered if Lily would still be alive if it was Lavinia and Black who was having a child as the seventh month died away that fateful year. The two women had become friends naturally since they were famously dating members of the bloody Marauders gang. He felt resentment for the woman creeping into the back of his mind and into his heart, but he had always been civil towards her when he was still friends with Lily. Lavinia was many things an American transfer student from Ilvermorny, Black's lover, a talented Healer, but now she was meant to be his prisoner of war.
