Tainted Snow
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A/N: My inspiration for this story for this story is the song Lying is most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by Panic At The Disco!. Also the final battle in House of Flying Daggers. Also Meet Mr Son,I mean Potter by missy mee;chapter 24: blood on snow;Lilly's thoughtsIf you can't understand at the start, patience, all will be revealed.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

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Destiny is a wicked and twisted thing,

when the hand of fate is burnt in our passion. -anon

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Chapter 1-

It had been two years.

Two years since the end of Hogwarts.

Two years since she had left her life amongst them.

Life as a spy, an informant and, occasionally, a friend.

Yes, in some ways she had let herself get close, let herself become involved in their world and she had almost...

But that had been a long time ago now.

Two years ago, and now they had him.

The one she might have given everything up for: Harry Potter.

She could feel her husband beside her, his joyful anger, and almost feverish excitement. All hidden inside his cool features- face a mocking mask- with only his burning eyes to betray the madness within. Yes he was insane, but he was also her power.

There was Potter in front of her: the weakness of her youth. Once he had meant something to her. Back when she thought emotions were important. She'd even tried to explain it to him when she'd been found out. He hadn't wanted to know of course. That was the day her heart died.

She didn't need it. She'd been fine for these last two years hadn't she?... Emotions were weak. She didn't need them. So why, when Potter stood here in front of her like some kind of hateful apparition from her past, did she feel those old emotions stir deep inside her?

Maybe her heart wasn't as dead as she had hoped it was.

"So my dear Harry, you have decided to join us in my humble abode." Mentaly she could almost feel his heart rate begin to race at the sight of the boy before him. She grouned her teeth in frustration: Her failing- no, his failing- that she could not get him to feel like this... not ever. Still, she reasoned, it wasn't that he was in love with Harry. No, it took more than mere lust or obsession to get Lord Voldemort's blood boiling. It took hate. Pure, unadulterated hatred.

Harry stared defiantly up at them, head high and straight backed as though unaware of the many bruises that covered his lithe form, or the blood that ran down his cheek from the fresh wound located just below the cheek bone. But somewhere... behind the hate, and the bravardo... somewhere in the deep green of his eyes, she saw a flicker of another emotion: Fear. Harry was afraid.

Voldemort stood, black robes billowing behind him. "Young Harry," he hissed adoringly, "long have I waited for you... What shall we first, Harry? The Crucio? Muggle torture?... Our snake pit? That would be my preference, but whatever appeals to you, Harry."

Harry glared defiantly. "Do what you like," he spat, "I'm not afraid of you Tom."

"In that case, I have a suggestion." Even as she heard her voice ring out, loud and imperious, she was mentally shaking. Why was she doing this? What had possesed her? Two pairs of eyes flashed in her direction. The green imediatly began to darken- hate evident- avoiding them, her sight locked instead with the red. They were amused.

"Let us kill him," how her voice remained so calm she was not sure, "with kindness."

The amusement increased, and when he spoke his voice dripped with it. "As always, your intellect intrigues me... Please enlighten me." She felt herself rise, walking slowly down the dais to join him. Somehow her body and mouth had found a way to work without the use of her brain which was stuttering incoherently. She composed herself. Smiled.

"Surely you see my lord, that whatever torture you do him, it will be what he wants. It would enforce all of his pretty morals and principles. But what if we were to treat him with decency, dignity? How then can he call us the monsters, when I have seen myself what some Aurors are willing to do to those they believe are Death Eaters." She lightly ran her fingers along her husband's arm. "It would leave the poor Griffendor so confused" she purred. She still refused to look at Harry, unsure as she was about why she was doing this. She watched him catch her fingers, with his own bringing them slowly to his lips, in a kiss that sent cold chills runing down her spine.

"My, what a devious little mind you have pet." There was something sinister in his voice, in the coal eyes. "Yes, quite the raven amoung the snakes... I will have to watch out for you my dear... Very well. I will leave Mr Potter in your capable hands- I am sure you will make him useful." His eyes swiveled to the boy next to them. "That will make you happy, I'm sure Harry. You two were such close friends after all."

Her eyes shifted involuntarily, locking with bright emerald, looking into them. As close as they were to her, she could see everything that filled them: anger; hate; confusion; regret; pain; exhaustion. It wasn't that he could not hide his emotions, but she knew him too well, too deeply, to fall for the mask.

She tore her gaze away- it would not do for her to be upset by Harry, not here at any rate.

"Of course my lord, what room would you have?" His fingers still clutched hers, their pale lengths rubbing her knucks teasingly.

"The red room I think would be...appropriate... And speaking of rooms, I trust you will be in mine tonight?" His hand released hers even as the words were spoken. He was toying with her. Testing her. She bit back her anger at his painfully obvious amusement. Really, he thought her no more than ignorant child! How dare he assume her lack of fight was due to lack of understanding!

She forced a smile. "Of course, my Lord" she purred "I look forward to it."

Turned her back on both of them. "Come Potter!" she barked, cheeks reddening as her husband's laughter followed her out of the hall.

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She could feel Harry behind her.

The sound of his heavy boots overriding that of her own light footfalls.

"I suggest you stay out of the way... Just because he says you're not to be harmed, doesn't mean it will be so." The corridor twisted, growing lighter as they headed towards the north tower. They passed a portrait, and she felt her breath catch inside her throat. It was strange how at odd moments the place would remind her of that other castle: The flowing green lawn; glistening lake; the forbinden forest stretching onwards to the distant snowy mountains. Hogwarts back before the destruction- and as it still lived in her mind.

"Thanks for the advice... but then you were always so good at giving advice weren't you? That not part of your little spy game? you know, getting nice and close to us, making us trust you"

she felt her cheeks flush with anger "No that was trying to keep you idiot Griffendors alive until I needed you." she replide scathingly. His footsteaps were becoming louder, more rapped, they reverborated. "So did you have to ask to be in Griffendor? Hat want to put you in Slythrine did it?"

"like you, you mean" she hissed "or did you forget that small detail, Ashes."

it was a low blow, one bound to make him mad, but she wanted him to get angry, she wanted him to hurt, just as she had hurt all those years ago. It had been their joke, just as Moony, Padfoot and Prong had had their nicknames for their animagus guises, so to had they, Ashes a play on Harry's phenox. She felt her heart constrict, hers had been Vixen, for her fickeled fox form.

He grabbed her pulling her back towards him and pining her to the wall. She felt his hot breath on her throat, eyes burning into her like quick lime "Yer?" he whispered "well I have some advice for you, little snake, watch your back, because you might like to twist people around your little finger, but thats a basilisk your playing with, and he rules these games." his voice was twisted, callous and bitter cotorting in ways she had not heard ever before. He pressed her harder into the wall, she bit her lip, to keep from wimpering- she would not admit weakness to Potter! "and don't ever call me Ashes. You lost that right along time ago, Hermione." he realsed his grip, and she pushed forward past him, carring on down the corridor. Damm Potter, she thought, she would not be angered by him. She was over that. She was better than that.

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