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The late July sun had already started to fade on the horizon when Severus Snape arrived. He brushed off his dress robes as he stepped out of the carriage. He could see the torchlights on the hill in the distance. He started his walk towards the small congregation gathered there.
He was rather early, well, actually everyone was trying to be fashionably late. He didn't care for fashion, especially at an event like this.
The Induction of a new generation of Death Eaters. Wonderful. Severus could feel his stomach twist with joy. And since the Dark Lord had risen to such power in the past three years, he said that he had something special planned for this night. Voldemort's definition of "special" wasn't exactly something Severus wanted to know.
Most of the Death Eaters had a taste for the perverse. Rape, pillage, rape some more... gotta treat those Muggles like they should be treated. Even when he had held his allgiance to Voldemort Severus never particiapted in such disgusting events.
By this time he had made it to the top of the hill. A group of about thrity were milling around, chatting about the latest Dark gossip. Severus recognized a few faces in the firelight. Pandora Parkinson, showing off her daughter to the crowd. Pansy looking extremely proud and happy. And right next to her was Lucius Malfoy, his son right by his side. Draco was talking to his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle, also there for the induction.
Behind the crowd was a most interesting set-up, not the usual induction scene. There was the customary marble steps which lead to the black marble seat where Voldemort would sit. Special torches lit the way to the platform wih erie green flame. But the most prominent aspect of the view was the large chunk of onyx that was to the left of Voldemort's chair. It was about three feet tall and looked about the size of a bed. The sides were engraved with depictions of old Dark battles, the ones where the Dark won of course.
Severus looked around and noticed that a large crowd had started to gather. Voldemort's Army of Death Eaters was almost assembled. Severus turned around to see Lucius Malfoy walking towards him.
"So glad you could make it Severus, some of us were doubting that you be able to come." which meant that many suspected Severus of becoming weak and leaving Voldemort's ranks. Malfoy slid out a hand to be shaken and Severus took it.
"Oh, but I wouldn't miss this for the world." he said, trying to sound interested. "Your son getting inducted and all. And the Dark Lord's surprise. Should be interesting." The only reason Severus was here was because Dumbldore had told him to go. He needed to keep up the act that he really was still a Death Eater.
"Glad you brought it up. Many of us have been talking about it... you have any guesses at to what the little surprise might be?" Malfoy grinned rather evilly.
"Its no use guessing when the Dark Lord is involved." This seemed to shut Lucius up. He just nodded and left to tend to his son.
By now the sun had set and the new moon allowed for the darkness of night to envelope the forest around them. Suddenly, Voldemort apparated onto the marble platform, Pettigrew following him. The crowd hushed.
"Fellow followers of the Dark Arts, welcome!" the man's high pitched voice scraped against the air. "Tonight is to be an Induction like no other! Not only do we have an exceptional group moving into our ranks." Here he flashed a look for Lucius Malfoy. "But I have also prepared a great treat for all of you." He paused for a bit of dramatic effect. Severus inwardly groaned. "Every great leader must have an heir. And I won't settle for any less than pure magic in my line. Tonight, my heir shall be planted, and in nine months, be born. I want all of you, my fellow followers of the Dark Arts to witness the conception of my heir!" Here most of the crowd cheered, always liking a spectacle. "And I have chosen, after a long and laborious search, the woman who will make my heir the most powerful he can be. Marcus! Anton! Bring her!"
Severus felt as if he was going to vomit up all his internal organs. Voldemort was going to rape a woman in front of a crowd of hundreds.
The two guards pulled hard on the chains to force the woman out from the jail carriage she had been transported in. As soon as she saw the crowd she started to growl loudly. The crowd started howling and making comment as Voldemort looked on with a grin on his face. The woman railed against the chains attached to her wrists, but to no avail, the magic was too great. If she was not held back by the anti-magic collar fastened around her neck she would have already escaped the clutches of the Dark Lord. She had been dressed in black leather pants and a white shirt before she was captured. Now her garments barely resembled clothing.
She was dragged onto the platform, growling the whole way. Someone in the front row of people shouted at her and she spit at him. She was forced onto the onyx table where the ends of her chains were fastened. She was on display. Then she saw Voldemort.
"I might as well have known you were my captor, you slimy scum-filled bucket of shit!" she spat at Voldemort.
"Now is that any way to talk, my beautiful one? You mustn't speak that way, you're going to be a mother..." Voldemort hissed.
Her eyes widened for a moment as she realized her purpose. "Never!" she screamed. "Your child will never come from my body!" she pulled against her chains, trying to get as close to her captor as possible.
"Ah, but he will, my pet. Your Elven blood will solidify my son's powers and set my name in history!" here Voldemort laughed.
Severus was staring at the woman in awe. An Elf? A real Wood Elf? Books said that they had been wiped out in the Trogogue War of 1276. Well, history had been correct, the Elves were the most beautiful of the races. The woman stood on the onyx table, tall and defiant. Her eyes glittered menacingly at her captor. Her fair skin reflected the green firelight that was cast on her. Her tawny hair was tangled and unkept. Again she screamed "Never!"
Voldemort raised his wand. The chains immediately pulled taught and brought the woman crashing onto the table, flat on her back. She growled and pulled against her bonds until her wrists had started to bleed.
Severus was standing right in front of the onyx table. He counted how many people separated him from it. Four. Could he move that fast and get the anti-curse out in time? Voldemort stared to moved toward the woman. He had no choice, Severus Snape could not let this happen!
In a flash of un-Slytherin courage Severus pushed through the crowd and bounded up the steps. Voldemort, preoccupied with the woman, fumbled for his wand. The only chance! Severus placed the tip of his wand on the collar and chanted the anti-curse.
Voldemort had gotten his wand. "Ava..."
BOOM!
The woman ripped from her chains and stood in front of her savior. She smiled. She had the power. "MORTE DRACONIS!" she yelled and immediately and silver, ghost of a dragon dropped from the sky. The ground shook as he landed behind the platform. The spirit dragon opened his mouth and aimed straight for Voldemort. The Dark Lord pointed his wand and chanted the most powerful spells he knew, but it could not hold back the line of silver fire that was rushing towards him.
And in one deafening scream, the Dark Lord was reduced to a pile of steaming ashes.
Suddenly, from behind her, she heard. "Avada Kedava!" And then she heard the man behind her scream.
All Severus felt was severe pain, everywhere, and then... darkness.
The late July sun had already started to fade on the horizon when Severus Snape arrived. He brushed off his dress robes as he stepped out of the carriage. He could see the torchlights on the hill in the distance. He started his walk towards the small congregation gathered there.
He was rather early, well, actually everyone was trying to be fashionably late. He didn't care for fashion, especially at an event like this.
The Induction of a new generation of Death Eaters. Wonderful. Severus could feel his stomach twist with joy. And since the Dark Lord had risen to such power in the past three years, he said that he had something special planned for this night. Voldemort's definition of "special" wasn't exactly something Severus wanted to know.
Most of the Death Eaters had a taste for the perverse. Rape, pillage, rape some more... gotta treat those Muggles like they should be treated. Even when he had held his allgiance to Voldemort Severus never particiapted in such disgusting events.
By this time he had made it to the top of the hill. A group of about thrity were milling around, chatting about the latest Dark gossip. Severus recognized a few faces in the firelight. Pandora Parkinson, showing off her daughter to the crowd. Pansy looking extremely proud and happy. And right next to her was Lucius Malfoy, his son right by his side. Draco was talking to his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle, also there for the induction.
Behind the crowd was a most interesting set-up, not the usual induction scene. There was the customary marble steps which lead to the black marble seat where Voldemort would sit. Special torches lit the way to the platform wih erie green flame. But the most prominent aspect of the view was the large chunk of onyx that was to the left of Voldemort's chair. It was about three feet tall and looked about the size of a bed. The sides were engraved with depictions of old Dark battles, the ones where the Dark won of course.
Severus looked around and noticed that a large crowd had started to gather. Voldemort's Army of Death Eaters was almost assembled. Severus turned around to see Lucius Malfoy walking towards him.
"So glad you could make it Severus, some of us were doubting that you be able to come." which meant that many suspected Severus of becoming weak and leaving Voldemort's ranks. Malfoy slid out a hand to be shaken and Severus took it.
"Oh, but I wouldn't miss this for the world." he said, trying to sound interested. "Your son getting inducted and all. And the Dark Lord's surprise. Should be interesting." The only reason Severus was here was because Dumbldore had told him to go. He needed to keep up the act that he really was still a Death Eater.
"Glad you brought it up. Many of us have been talking about it... you have any guesses at to what the little surprise might be?" Malfoy grinned rather evilly.
"Its no use guessing when the Dark Lord is involved." This seemed to shut Lucius up. He just nodded and left to tend to his son.
By now the sun had set and the new moon allowed for the darkness of night to envelope the forest around them. Suddenly, Voldemort apparated onto the marble platform, Pettigrew following him. The crowd hushed.
"Fellow followers of the Dark Arts, welcome!" the man's high pitched voice scraped against the air. "Tonight is to be an Induction like no other! Not only do we have an exceptional group moving into our ranks." Here he flashed a look for Lucius Malfoy. "But I have also prepared a great treat for all of you." He paused for a bit of dramatic effect. Severus inwardly groaned. "Every great leader must have an heir. And I won't settle for any less than pure magic in my line. Tonight, my heir shall be planted, and in nine months, be born. I want all of you, my fellow followers of the Dark Arts to witness the conception of my heir!" Here most of the crowd cheered, always liking a spectacle. "And I have chosen, after a long and laborious search, the woman who will make my heir the most powerful he can be. Marcus! Anton! Bring her!"
Severus felt as if he was going to vomit up all his internal organs. Voldemort was going to rape a woman in front of a crowd of hundreds.
The two guards pulled hard on the chains to force the woman out from the jail carriage she had been transported in. As soon as she saw the crowd she started to growl loudly. The crowd started howling and making comment as Voldemort looked on with a grin on his face. The woman railed against the chains attached to her wrists, but to no avail, the magic was too great. If she was not held back by the anti-magic collar fastened around her neck she would have already escaped the clutches of the Dark Lord. She had been dressed in black leather pants and a white shirt before she was captured. Now her garments barely resembled clothing.
She was dragged onto the platform, growling the whole way. Someone in the front row of people shouted at her and she spit at him. She was forced onto the onyx table where the ends of her chains were fastened. She was on display. Then she saw Voldemort.
"I might as well have known you were my captor, you slimy scum-filled bucket of shit!" she spat at Voldemort.
"Now is that any way to talk, my beautiful one? You mustn't speak that way, you're going to be a mother..." Voldemort hissed.
Her eyes widened for a moment as she realized her purpose. "Never!" she screamed. "Your child will never come from my body!" she pulled against her chains, trying to get as close to her captor as possible.
"Ah, but he will, my pet. Your Elven blood will solidify my son's powers and set my name in history!" here Voldemort laughed.
Severus was staring at the woman in awe. An Elf? A real Wood Elf? Books said that they had been wiped out in the Trogogue War of 1276. Well, history had been correct, the Elves were the most beautiful of the races. The woman stood on the onyx table, tall and defiant. Her eyes glittered menacingly at her captor. Her fair skin reflected the green firelight that was cast on her. Her tawny hair was tangled and unkept. Again she screamed "Never!"
Voldemort raised his wand. The chains immediately pulled taught and brought the woman crashing onto the table, flat on her back. She growled and pulled against her bonds until her wrists had started to bleed.
Severus was standing right in front of the onyx table. He counted how many people separated him from it. Four. Could he move that fast and get the anti-curse out in time? Voldemort stared to moved toward the woman. He had no choice, Severus Snape could not let this happen!
In a flash of un-Slytherin courage Severus pushed through the crowd and bounded up the steps. Voldemort, preoccupied with the woman, fumbled for his wand. The only chance! Severus placed the tip of his wand on the collar and chanted the anti-curse.
Voldemort had gotten his wand. "Ava..."
BOOM!
The woman ripped from her chains and stood in front of her savior. She smiled. She had the power. "MORTE DRACONIS!" she yelled and immediately and silver, ghost of a dragon dropped from the sky. The ground shook as he landed behind the platform. The spirit dragon opened his mouth and aimed straight for Voldemort. The Dark Lord pointed his wand and chanted the most powerful spells he knew, but it could not hold back the line of silver fire that was rushing towards him.
And in one deafening scream, the Dark Lord was reduced to a pile of steaming ashes.
Suddenly, from behind her, she heard. "Avada Kedava!" And then she heard the man behind her scream.
All Severus felt was severe pain, everywhere, and then... darkness.