When Good Wizards Go Bad
"Master Snape," a tremulous male voice sounded outside the door.
"Yes?" Department Head Severus Snape snarled, "What is it, Reginald? I am very busy."
The slightly balding wizard standing on the other side of the door paled significantly. Master Snape would Crucio in an instant if displeased. He wouldn't be displeased once he saw what Reginald had for him, but he still might hex before he saw it.
"I have something for you. A gift from the Dark Lord," Reginald said, hoping the invocation of the wizarding world's leader would stem the dark wizard's wrath.
Snape put down his quill and sat back in his chair, eyeing the door.
"Well bring it in, man!" he bellowed.
The door slowly opened, and Reginald cautiously peeked in.
"Gods damn it Reginald, I'm going to hex you if you don't move faster," Snape hissed, his sharp, angular face contorted, his monstrous hooked nose wrinkled with ire.
"Yes, Master Snape," Reginald simpered, pulling in a woman with her hands bound in front of her and a black hood over her face.
"What is this?" Snape demanded as he looked at the woman's tattered robes.
"The . . . the Dark Lord sent this witch to you," Reginald whimpered, hunching a bit.
The Head of Magical Law Enforcement rose to his full height and stalked from around his desk. Reginald scuttled out of the way, wincing as the wizard passed. Snape walked up to the woman and roughly ripped the hood from her head. He stared at her. The familiar riot of chestnut hair, the wide amber eyes.
He smiled. Evilly.
"Miss Hermione Granger," he purred at the witch, "We've been hunting you for two years now. Well, well."
Trembling, Hermione looked up into the sour visage of her former Potions master and killer of Albus Dumbledore. She couldn't speak. Her mouth was bound with tape.
Snape looked over at Reginald sharply.
"Where was she found?" he demanded of the cowering wizard.
"In a brothel, Master Snape," he said in a near whisper, "Madam Nasty's House of Hooch."
"Why that's not even three miles from here," Snape said, eyeing the witch, "So you hid right under my big nose, Miss Granger. And here I was believing you had fled to America with Mr. Weasley and the rest of the blood traitors."
"The Dark Lord says you may do what you wish with her. Imprison her, kill her or keep her. It is a reward for your continued service," Reginald said, trembling.
Snape looked down on the witch, his eyes narrowed. He placed one pale finger under her chin and tilted her head upward, studying her.
"What should I do with you, Miss Granger? Kill you?" he asked her silkily, noting the wild fear in her eyes as he said this.
"Or should I hand you over to the Azkaban guards? They would enjoy you, particularly since you are a whore with experience. They are quite brutal. I hand-picked each one myself to insure they were. It's no picnic at Azkaban, believe me."
The witch's eyes began to water. Yes, she had been a whore but still she didn't want to service a legion of randy guards, especially the kind of guards that now ran Azkaban.
"Or," he said coldly, "should I keep you myself as my servant and slave? I would think I'd better a better choice than Death or Azkaban . . ."
He scraped the edge of the tape away from her skin with one fingernail, then suddenly ripped it from her mouth, the witch letting out a cry.
"Choose!" he hissed at her, "Death, Imprisonment or me?"
Hermione looked up into those cold black eyes and pale contorted face. Cruelty was embedded in the wizard's features. But he worked at the Ministry, so he couldn't be with her all the time. The guards at Azkaban would be ever-present, and death wasn't an option. She had worked so hard to continue living.
"You," she rasped.
The wizard stared at her, then looked over at Reginald.
"Take her to my mansion and have her bathed and fed, then locked in the second floor bedroom. The one with the bars on the window. Be sure anything that can be used as a weapon is removed before she is placed there. If I find anything in that room that can cause potential harm, I will hold you personally responsible, Reginald. That means the scourge," Snape said, picking the hood up off the floor and looking down at Hermione again.
"Y-y-yes, Master Snape," the toady breathed, trembling. He already had decorations from the wizard. He meant what he said as Snape continued to study Hermione.
"And Reginald, tell the elves to dress her in . . . red. A color befitting a fallen witch," he purred, then roughly pulled the hood on Hermione's head and pushed her toward Reginald.
"I will see you when I get home, Miss Granger," he said, the tone of his voice making the witch quake with fear.
"Come along now," Reginald hissed, pulling her out of the door.
Snape returned to his desk and his paperwork.
Now, how did this state of affairs happen? Well, Voldemort figured out that Harry Potter held a part of his spirit and functioned as a Horcrux, and all his other Horcruxes with the exception of Nagini had been destroyed. So he changed his plan of using the Elder Wand to destroy him, which was very good for Snape, because the Dark Lord had planned to kill him too.
When Harry gave in to the Dark Lord's demand that he turn himself over in order to save his friends and presented himself defenseless to be slaughtered by the wizard, Voldemort simply stunned and imprisoned him.
Then Hogwarts and the Ministry fell to his Death Eaters and other minions and he placed himself in power. Snape's reward was a fine mansion and the position of the Department Head of Magical Law, and he headed the most corrupt force of Aurors ever known in wizarding history.
Once Harry's secret was found out and he was caught, Snape decided to just accept the state of things. No one knew his part in all this and so he played the role of the Loyal Servant to the hilt, although his hatred of the Dark Lord had not changed one whit.
Harry Potter was now kept in an undisclosed location known only by Voldemort himself one trusted guard and a handful of house elves that took care of him. Surprisingly, the Boy-Who-Lived was treated quite well as a Living Horcrux. All his needs were met.
And that was what got Hermione caught. Harry had physical needs as well and whores were delivered to him frequently. He fucked them, then they were obliviated and returned to the brothel. When Hermione was delivered to him, she was so shocked to see Harry that her glamour fell.
In turn, Harry was so shocked to see one of his best friends, he immediately cried out without thinking, "Hermione! What are you doing here?"
The guard seized her and reported the witch's capture to the Dark Lord, who in turned ordered her to be delivered to Snape who could do what he liked with her.
So, here she was, being delivered to the House of Snape and a life of servitude.
A/N: Oh man. Why doesn't my head ever sleep???? Sigh.