Title: Suffer the Children
Rating: PG-13
Author: Meg Kenobi (afirmation@aol.com)
Characters: Dolohov, His daughter, Voldy, Snape
Summary: Snape learns some important lessons while caring for the daughter of Antonin Dolohov.
Disclaimer: Were I J.K. Rowling, which I am not, I would own these trademarks. And yet, I do not. So basically, I am not making a profit so don't sue me. I might cry. Or kill Snape.
Author's note: Two big things. This story will be funny, I promise, but angsty, too. It seems off to a dark start but the backstory had to be told. Hang in there; it gets better. Oh, the other thing: I know Antonin Doholov sounds Russian, but it could be Croatian! It could! I will update this shortly.
Antonin Dolohov growled in distaste as he strode past the other Death Eaters. The Mark could not have started to burn at a more inopportune time. He knew his faultless potions and years of service had earned him a solid rank in Voldemort's numbers, but nothing gave him the right to ask what he was about to. It was times like these he wished he had never returned home to Croatia. Times that made him wish he had never meet Letego Dubrovic. He certainly was beginning to think it was foolish of him to bring her back to London. A sordid triangle had formed shortly after their marriage, Dolohov acting as Letego's keeper and Letego acting as Voldemort's whore. Dolohov's blind-eye to his wife's infidelity had been perceived as loyalty by Voldemort and had been rewarded with trust. In his darkest thoughts, Antonin knew it was that trust he craved more than his wife's love.
Through the flickering torchlight that illuminated the Dark Lord's private chambers, Antonin could see the sparkling guild of his Master's throne. There was no doubt in his mind that his Master had called him here on specific business; his Lord did not whisk him away for ceremony or normal meetings. Voldemort knew very well that it was difficult for Antonin to keep alive his respectable front in his potions store and look after Letego at the same time. While he was by no means an understanding or sympathetic creature, Voldemort need for Letego's body and Antonin's services forced him to indulge his loyal servant. With a sick dread, Antonin knew he would have to try to refuse whatever duty was to be assigned. He knelt low and kissed his Master's robes. Before he could even lift his eyes, Voldemort's voice sliced through him.
"I call you here on duty, and after all I've done and you come with dissent in your heart? Speak it now," hissed a chilling serpent-like voice.
"My Lord, my Liege, I would never deny you. It is only that Letego is. . . ill and must return to her doctor at home for a time." Dolohov did not dare to raise his eyes as he began his explanation.
"Your point?" Voldemort snapped. "Her father has taken care of her on her past returns. You are lying to me," the dark wizard's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. He lifted his wand and hissed, "Crucio."
At once, Dolohov's head exploded with white hot pain. It surged through veins and crawled under his skin like fire. The agony splintered through his bones and clenched in his bowels. It felt as though every cell in his body was being ripped apart while his thoughts were bared and raped. Suddenly, as it always did, the pain abated and his mind cleared. His breath came ragged and agonized as he sensed his Lord's eyes bearing down on him in pure anger.
"Explain yourself, Dolohov. What are you hiding from me?"
"Master, it's only. . . the girl, our daughter, Strava. She frightens strangers so and she's alone enough with the way her mother is. I only wanted to be with her until her mother is better." Antonin choked out the words, hoping they proved a better explanation.
"That is all? Very well then, consider it done. There is a family of Muggles, quite on my nerves. I need you to come up with something particularly gruesome. . ." Voldemort continued as though their conversation hadn't been preceded by a torture session.
"So Strava. . .?"
"Will not be a concern while you are focusing on the maters at hand," Voldemort said darkly. "I think Severus should be quite the adequate sitter."
*Thanks for playing in my head. Please review!*
Rating: PG-13
Author: Meg Kenobi (afirmation@aol.com)
Characters: Dolohov, His daughter, Voldy, Snape
Summary: Snape learns some important lessons while caring for the daughter of Antonin Dolohov.
Disclaimer: Were I J.K. Rowling, which I am not, I would own these trademarks. And yet, I do not. So basically, I am not making a profit so don't sue me. I might cry. Or kill Snape.
Author's note: Two big things. This story will be funny, I promise, but angsty, too. It seems off to a dark start but the backstory had to be told. Hang in there; it gets better. Oh, the other thing: I know Antonin Doholov sounds Russian, but it could be Croatian! It could! I will update this shortly.
Antonin Dolohov growled in distaste as he strode past the other Death Eaters. The Mark could not have started to burn at a more inopportune time. He knew his faultless potions and years of service had earned him a solid rank in Voldemort's numbers, but nothing gave him the right to ask what he was about to. It was times like these he wished he had never returned home to Croatia. Times that made him wish he had never meet Letego Dubrovic. He certainly was beginning to think it was foolish of him to bring her back to London. A sordid triangle had formed shortly after their marriage, Dolohov acting as Letego's keeper and Letego acting as Voldemort's whore. Dolohov's blind-eye to his wife's infidelity had been perceived as loyalty by Voldemort and had been rewarded with trust. In his darkest thoughts, Antonin knew it was that trust he craved more than his wife's love.
Through the flickering torchlight that illuminated the Dark Lord's private chambers, Antonin could see the sparkling guild of his Master's throne. There was no doubt in his mind that his Master had called him here on specific business; his Lord did not whisk him away for ceremony or normal meetings. Voldemort knew very well that it was difficult for Antonin to keep alive his respectable front in his potions store and look after Letego at the same time. While he was by no means an understanding or sympathetic creature, Voldemort need for Letego's body and Antonin's services forced him to indulge his loyal servant. With a sick dread, Antonin knew he would have to try to refuse whatever duty was to be assigned. He knelt low and kissed his Master's robes. Before he could even lift his eyes, Voldemort's voice sliced through him.
"I call you here on duty, and after all I've done and you come with dissent in your heart? Speak it now," hissed a chilling serpent-like voice.
"My Lord, my Liege, I would never deny you. It is only that Letego is. . . ill and must return to her doctor at home for a time." Dolohov did not dare to raise his eyes as he began his explanation.
"Your point?" Voldemort snapped. "Her father has taken care of her on her past returns. You are lying to me," the dark wizard's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. He lifted his wand and hissed, "Crucio."
At once, Dolohov's head exploded with white hot pain. It surged through veins and crawled under his skin like fire. The agony splintered through his bones and clenched in his bowels. It felt as though every cell in his body was being ripped apart while his thoughts were bared and raped. Suddenly, as it always did, the pain abated and his mind cleared. His breath came ragged and agonized as he sensed his Lord's eyes bearing down on him in pure anger.
"Explain yourself, Dolohov. What are you hiding from me?"
"Master, it's only. . . the girl, our daughter, Strava. She frightens strangers so and she's alone enough with the way her mother is. I only wanted to be with her until her mother is better." Antonin choked out the words, hoping they proved a better explanation.
"That is all? Very well then, consider it done. There is a family of Muggles, quite on my nerves. I need you to come up with something particularly gruesome. . ." Voldemort continued as though their conversation hadn't been preceded by a torture session.
"So Strava. . .?"
"Will not be a concern while you are focusing on the maters at hand," Voldemort said darkly. "I think Severus should be quite the adequate sitter."
*Thanks for playing in my head. Please review!*