Retribution:
n 1: a justly deserved penalty [syn: requittal] 2: the act of correcting for your wrongdoing 3: the act of taking revenge (harming someone in retaliation for something harmful that they have done) especially in the next life
Prologue:
Voldemort had fallen the spring after Harry Potter's seventh year. Aurors had captured over three hundred Deatheaters. Now it was only a question of what to do with them. Not all of them had acted on his or her own free will. And not all could go to Azkaban.
The Ministry asked Albus Dumbledore and several of the staff of Hogwarts for help. Severus Snape had not been included in these conversations. He had been confined to his chambers in the Hogwarts dungeons and his wand taken away and locked in a safe. He had been counted as a deatheater despite his efforts as a spy. All of the deatheaters vouched for his position as a deatheater.
After three months of deliberations, They had come up with a plan. Restitution in the form of absolute servitude. The deatheaters would become slaves for a sentence decided on what crimes they had committed and the likelihood of rehabilitation. The ministry had special collars made. Enameled and bearing the name of their 'owner'.
The former deatheaters could hold jobs as part of the restitution. A sort of community service if you will. Some worked in their owners homes. And still few would be sent to azkaban for execution. The only outward sign that these Wizards and Witches were former deatheaters was the collar they could not take off of their own free will.
When the time came lots were drawn and requests were made as who would have certain lesser deatheaters. Some even paid for their 'slaves'. Severus Snape was one of these exceptions. Someone had paid for him.
Someone had asked for him personally. Someone had a special purpose for him. Someone wanted him in their grasp. He wouldn't have to wait until someone grudgingly took him. But he would have to wait until he met his new 'owner'.
He was sent to the home of his new owner, a large residence some distance away from Godric's Hollow. He was escorted by two Aurors one of which held a wooden box with his collar. His new owner would collar him.
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Part 1: June 23rd
"Who are you?" She asked holding the collar lightly in her fingers.
"Your servant and slave, Mistress," the man replied, kneeling at the woman's feet.
"Who were you?"
"Professor Severus Snape, Potions master at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry." the man replied his voice wavering slightly. He watched the two Aurors who stood within the room, cold and broody looking wizards who, he knew, smiled on the inside.
"Stupid slave, You are a deatheater," She said slapping him across the face. "Were," she corrected herself almost silently.
"Yes, Mistress," He replied numbly, his head down.
"Are you a free man?"
"Mistress?" It was obvious that he wasn't.
"Answer me slave, Are you a free man?" She raised her hand again, he flinched slightly.
"No," There was bitterness and contempt in his voice.
"No what?" She was angered in her own right, but, not by him.
"No, I am not a free man, Mistress, I am your servant for the entirety of my sentence" He replied giving her a cold look. She slapped him again, this time not as hard.
She held the collar out, Severus looked at the silver lettering on black enamel, "Read it,"
"I belong to Hermione Granger," He replied swallowing hard.
"You belong to me. I can do with you as I please." She slid the collar around his neck and locked it.
"Yes Mistress, thank you," He felt the weight of the enameled collar. He knew that this was all part of a sick 'ceremony' thought up by someone who read way too many books. The Aurors nodded and with a muffled 'pop' apperated back to the ministry.
He looked to his right and saw another man kneeling near the corner. His white blond hair was tied back into a ponytail, the white ribbon almost matching his hair color. Severus knew his own hair was bound in a similar fashion.
"Lucius," Hermione called, the man immediately looked up.
"Yes, Mistress?" he knelt at her feet.
"Take Severus and show him where he is to work,"
"Same as I Mistress?" He asked quietly
"Yes,"
"Yes Mistress," Lucius looked over at the new slave, "come slave,"
Severus stood, his legs cramped from being in such an awkward position. He had to nearly run to catch up with the man.
*******
"Lucius?" Severus asked when they had left the room.
"Yes,"
"How is it that you are in Mistress' house?"
"All deatheaters are slaves now, as restitution. You know that. We serve various sentences mine is fifteen years. Yours is only one." there was bitterness in his voice. "Mistress asked for you personally,"
"Why?"
"I do not know it is not my place to ask questions." Lucius led him to an office, "You are here with me, as a scribe, and a messenger if Mistress wishes,"
Severus looked to the floor, "Very well," he resigned himself to the fact that for the next year he would be Hermione's personal slave. His life was in her hands. Many former deatheaters had already been killed at the hands of their masters. He may be one of them, why else would his best student wish to own him?
Lucius watched him, "I am also supposed to show you to your quarters," He looked at Severus, he hadn't looked up, but instead he had put a hand to his collar. His fingers lightly traced the raised letters on the back of his collar. "Well,"
Severus looked up, "You were saying something?"
"I am to take you to your quarters." Lucius said dryly and slightly aggitatedwhen he had Severus' attention. "Come now,"
Severus followed as he was led back down stairs and down a plain hallway. Lucius stopped in front of an oak door. "This is your room. Mine is further down the hall."
"There are no locks." Severus looked at the door noting the simple handle.
"It closes by itself, Besides we have no rights why should it matter to us?" Lucius said quietly "You have thirty minutes to get settled then you are expected back in the office." He looked at Severus once Miranda left to let Severus survey his room.
Severus opened the door and stepped inside. The door silently closed behind him. He surveyed the small room. It was cramped but oddly pleasant, it had a woman's touch. He saw that the bed had dark green linens and there was a trunk at the foot. It, he knew, would have some of his clothes in it. There was a small writing desk atop it was a small leather bound journal, inkwell, and several new quills as well as a calligraphy pen. There was also a closet and a bathroom adjacent to it.
Severus sat in the bed and regarded his situation. In six months he could appeal his sentence. Until then he had no chance or choice but to obey, the brightest pupil he had ever taught. He also had to depend on her entirely for everything.
He began to run his finger through his hair and was stopped by the white ribbon. He pulled it out with disgust, and ran his fingers again through his raven hair. He went to the closet and opened it, expecting it to be empty.
To his surprise he found several of his deep green waist coats inside. He gave a rueful smile and pulled on out and slipped it on. The high collar of the garment only covered a third of the enameled band at his throat. He looked around the room once more before sliding out the door and slowly made his way back up to the office.
TBC?
A/N: "Retribution' is an idea that I have been rolling around my mind for a while. While 'slave' is not the most appropriate term. servant would be better. But you have to figure that with a Ministry under new authority there is bound to be odd things to came about. I'm not sure I like this one, I have to see what people think of it before continuing. I should also say this was more or less inspired by several Nine Inch Nails songs.
n 1: a justly deserved penalty [syn: requittal] 2: the act of correcting for your wrongdoing 3: the act of taking revenge (harming someone in retaliation for something harmful that they have done) especially in the next life
Prologue:
Voldemort had fallen the spring after Harry Potter's seventh year. Aurors had captured over three hundred Deatheaters. Now it was only a question of what to do with them. Not all of them had acted on his or her own free will. And not all could go to Azkaban.
The Ministry asked Albus Dumbledore and several of the staff of Hogwarts for help. Severus Snape had not been included in these conversations. He had been confined to his chambers in the Hogwarts dungeons and his wand taken away and locked in a safe. He had been counted as a deatheater despite his efforts as a spy. All of the deatheaters vouched for his position as a deatheater.
After three months of deliberations, They had come up with a plan. Restitution in the form of absolute servitude. The deatheaters would become slaves for a sentence decided on what crimes they had committed and the likelihood of rehabilitation. The ministry had special collars made. Enameled and bearing the name of their 'owner'.
The former deatheaters could hold jobs as part of the restitution. A sort of community service if you will. Some worked in their owners homes. And still few would be sent to azkaban for execution. The only outward sign that these Wizards and Witches were former deatheaters was the collar they could not take off of their own free will.
When the time came lots were drawn and requests were made as who would have certain lesser deatheaters. Some even paid for their 'slaves'. Severus Snape was one of these exceptions. Someone had paid for him.
Someone had asked for him personally. Someone had a special purpose for him. Someone wanted him in their grasp. He wouldn't have to wait until someone grudgingly took him. But he would have to wait until he met his new 'owner'.
He was sent to the home of his new owner, a large residence some distance away from Godric's Hollow. He was escorted by two Aurors one of which held a wooden box with his collar. His new owner would collar him.
*******
Part 1: June 23rd
"Who are you?" She asked holding the collar lightly in her fingers.
"Your servant and slave, Mistress," the man replied, kneeling at the woman's feet.
"Who were you?"
"Professor Severus Snape, Potions master at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry." the man replied his voice wavering slightly. He watched the two Aurors who stood within the room, cold and broody looking wizards who, he knew, smiled on the inside.
"Stupid slave, You are a deatheater," She said slapping him across the face. "Were," she corrected herself almost silently.
"Yes, Mistress," He replied numbly, his head down.
"Are you a free man?"
"Mistress?" It was obvious that he wasn't.
"Answer me slave, Are you a free man?" She raised her hand again, he flinched slightly.
"No," There was bitterness and contempt in his voice.
"No what?" She was angered in her own right, but, not by him.
"No, I am not a free man, Mistress, I am your servant for the entirety of my sentence" He replied giving her a cold look. She slapped him again, this time not as hard.
She held the collar out, Severus looked at the silver lettering on black enamel, "Read it,"
"I belong to Hermione Granger," He replied swallowing hard.
"You belong to me. I can do with you as I please." She slid the collar around his neck and locked it.
"Yes Mistress, thank you," He felt the weight of the enameled collar. He knew that this was all part of a sick 'ceremony' thought up by someone who read way too many books. The Aurors nodded and with a muffled 'pop' apperated back to the ministry.
He looked to his right and saw another man kneeling near the corner. His white blond hair was tied back into a ponytail, the white ribbon almost matching his hair color. Severus knew his own hair was bound in a similar fashion.
"Lucius," Hermione called, the man immediately looked up.
"Yes, Mistress?" he knelt at her feet.
"Take Severus and show him where he is to work,"
"Same as I Mistress?" He asked quietly
"Yes,"
"Yes Mistress," Lucius looked over at the new slave, "come slave,"
Severus stood, his legs cramped from being in such an awkward position. He had to nearly run to catch up with the man.
*******
"Lucius?" Severus asked when they had left the room.
"Yes,"
"How is it that you are in Mistress' house?"
"All deatheaters are slaves now, as restitution. You know that. We serve various sentences mine is fifteen years. Yours is only one." there was bitterness in his voice. "Mistress asked for you personally,"
"Why?"
"I do not know it is not my place to ask questions." Lucius led him to an office, "You are here with me, as a scribe, and a messenger if Mistress wishes,"
Severus looked to the floor, "Very well," he resigned himself to the fact that for the next year he would be Hermione's personal slave. His life was in her hands. Many former deatheaters had already been killed at the hands of their masters. He may be one of them, why else would his best student wish to own him?
Lucius watched him, "I am also supposed to show you to your quarters," He looked at Severus, he hadn't looked up, but instead he had put a hand to his collar. His fingers lightly traced the raised letters on the back of his collar. "Well,"
Severus looked up, "You were saying something?"
"I am to take you to your quarters." Lucius said dryly and slightly aggitatedwhen he had Severus' attention. "Come now,"
Severus followed as he was led back down stairs and down a plain hallway. Lucius stopped in front of an oak door. "This is your room. Mine is further down the hall."
"There are no locks." Severus looked at the door noting the simple handle.
"It closes by itself, Besides we have no rights why should it matter to us?" Lucius said quietly "You have thirty minutes to get settled then you are expected back in the office." He looked at Severus once Miranda left to let Severus survey his room.
Severus opened the door and stepped inside. The door silently closed behind him. He surveyed the small room. It was cramped but oddly pleasant, it had a woman's touch. He saw that the bed had dark green linens and there was a trunk at the foot. It, he knew, would have some of his clothes in it. There was a small writing desk atop it was a small leather bound journal, inkwell, and several new quills as well as a calligraphy pen. There was also a closet and a bathroom adjacent to it.
Severus sat in the bed and regarded his situation. In six months he could appeal his sentence. Until then he had no chance or choice but to obey, the brightest pupil he had ever taught. He also had to depend on her entirely for everything.
He began to run his finger through his hair and was stopped by the white ribbon. He pulled it out with disgust, and ran his fingers again through his raven hair. He went to the closet and opened it, expecting it to be empty.
To his surprise he found several of his deep green waist coats inside. He gave a rueful smile and pulled on out and slipped it on. The high collar of the garment only covered a third of the enameled band at his throat. He looked around the room once more before sliding out the door and slowly made his way back up to the office.
TBC?
A/N: "Retribution' is an idea that I have been rolling around my mind for a while. While 'slave' is not the most appropriate term. servant would be better. But you have to figure that with a Ministry under new authority there is bound to be odd things to came about. I'm not sure I like this one, I have to see what people think of it before continuing. I should also say this was more or less inspired by several Nine Inch Nails songs.