"talking"
'thinking'
Text/reading
"Parseltongue"
[Parcel text]
{Mind speak/occluency/legilimency}
Some time later, we are awakened by the soft pop of a house elf entering into the chambers. "Master's Malfoys are here," the small creature says simply and pops back out. With a mild feeling of irritation, my Lord shifts behind me.
"I had intended to try you out upon waking, but alas, that must wait..." the irritation is clear within his voice, but myself am bristling at the implications that I am some toy that one might test drive. "Come Severus." His tone leaves me no room to argue or even think if not complying and I follow him into the bathroom that I had entered earlier. More awake now, I take in the opulent, dark grey tile with pure silver grout, the the glittering black hardware. This is truly a magnificent work of art. "Salazar Slytherin's submissive is responsible for this masterpiece." He informs me smugly; though, I admit, I would be smug as well if I was in possession of such opulence,
Going through the motions of bathing and other hygiene related actions, I follow him to the bedroom area once more and sit n the bed. One, because I refused to follow him like some lost puppy; and two because - though unsure of what to do in the way of clothing - I know well the possessive streak of my lord, and know that he will want to dictate what I wear to the meeting. Turning at his near silent entrance backtowards me, I see that I am correct as he is now dressed, and holding something for me to wear. As he gets closer I scowl in annoyance. It is distasteful enough that they are in the consort cut, but did they have to also be a deep - nearly black - emerald?
Though I suppose it could be worse.
They could be red.
Standing, I take the robes from my Lord, and - with only mild hesitation - also put on the accompanying garter. Seeing me complete, my lord turns to leave from the room, and I make to follow when I am stopped by his snake. 'Please take Nagini with you...' she implores, and I find myself with a soft spot for her 'of all of the Non-Slytherin traits to pick up you had to determine compassion a good one...' I mildly scold my brain as I bend to allow the snake to wrap herself around my wast from her place on the armchair before moving to catch up with my lord. Knowing his love for not wearing shoes I resolved to not protest unless I grew too uncomfortable to bear it.
I catch up with him at the end of the hall where he had paused to await me. I am met with a raised brow, though he does not comment on the sight before him.
Continuing through the halls of the manner, I am immediately taken in by the darkly spectacular architecture. The black marble. The intricate carvings. The delicate detailing. Everything is a perfect balance of strength and frailty; of 'bow before my superiority' and humble. Salazar's submissive truly was a unique being, and I'm pleased to witness this – despite the fact of how I've gotten to this place.
Opening the doors to the meeting hall, I see several members from the inner circle surrounding the Malfoy family. Draconis and Lucius are playing their part of the 'proud and yet confused and wary' Malfoy men perfectly, and I can tell that neither Bellatrix nor Narcissa are able to see through their masks, as neither has attacked as of yet.
As my lord moves into the room, I pause in uncertainty. How am I supposed to proceed? Do I stand with the inner circle? Stand behind his chair? Kneel before him as though his property? My thoughts of uncertainty are cut off as my lord conjures a smaller throne-like chair besides his and motions towards it silently as he continues his way up the platform. Moving from my position in the door, I withhold a smirk as I notice several members jerking in surprise at my appearance. With the grace and fluidity I have honed throughout the years, I follow behind my lord, and take up my seat beside him, Nagini wrapped around me.
I know better than to presume anything; I am still his property after all, unless he implicitly states otherwise. I know that I am not his equal, and that this is merely a device to show the others that I am still in his high esteem as I have been for years now. To show that no, Severus Snape has never been disloyal. And – most importantly – to drive home to the callous wenches that he is – indeed – never going to allow them the opportunity to curry his favour.
As my lord settles, into his seat, I look at the group before me and smirk, wondering what my lord has up his sleeves to get rid of Narcissa.
"Lucius."
"My Lord?" The aristocrat bows deeply at the waste before him.
"What is your progress of the task that I gave to you last month?"
"I… my lord… I am making progress, I simply have not found the correct combination that would allow me acces…"
"Crucio!" My Lord intones in the way that he would if he was truly displeased with the performance of a follower. Bellatrix – spiteful as she is – begins clapping and inanely chanting as she dances around like a Hufflepuff after too much sugar in her glee at the predicament of her brother-in-law
My lord drops the curse, and the Malfoy patriarch lays upon the ground, twitching mildly, and trying to catch his breath. "You've already given me that answer twice, Lucius. Perhaps I need to remind you of what it is that has been at stake this entire time. Avada Kedravra!" And with a deep emerald glow, Narcissa's lifeless corpse is on the ground besides the recovering diplomat. "Do not fail me again Lucius, or your son will be next…you are dismissed…"
Lucius is brought to his feet by Draco, still playing the part of the heir perfectly. Bellatrix has lost it and is now weeping quite loudly as she clings to the body of her sister.
After the Malfoys leave the room – and I'm assuming the manner – my lord turns to Fenrir. "You may have her," He says simply, getting another loud wail from Bellatrix as the feral werewolf moves forward and non-too-gently removes her from the corpse before he, too, leaves the premises.
"If no-one has anything positive that they would like to tell me, you are to leave my sight." My lord practically snarls. How masterful he is at this. And how many times has he pulled the acromantula silk over our eyes and been nowhere near as irritated as he let on?
"My Lord, please. Have mercy on Draco. If Lucius fails again…"
"Oh no, my dearest Bellatrix. Lucius will not fail me again…" My lord interrupts he plea.
"Come, Bella," Her husband has to all but carry her from the room so that she does not do something that will also get her killed alongside her sister.
"I'm wondering if you might be able to offer Rudolphus the same deal you did for Lucius?" I murmur quietly as everyone files out as quickly as they can.
"I've already been approached by Rabastian years ago. Honestly, it's probably about time the I upheld my end of the deal, seeing as everyone thinks that his lover and the father of his children dead…"
"Regulus?"
"Indeed" he dryly admits, standing from his chair and proceeding to head back the way that we had come from. I'm of the assumption that he is now going to take advantage of the position I have found myself in, and feeling a cold dread race through my being.
As we enter into the suite once more, my lord snaps his fingers, and all of our clothing is gone, as-well-as Nagini is now curled in front of the roaring fire. With a hand to the back of my neck, I am lead back into the bedroom and the door is closed behind me.
"Now then pet. It is officially time for you to learn the extent of your new status. You are now mine. Legally – as that is the true task that Lucius was to accomplish, as well as releasing your lordship and funds. I have done all of this so that you might properly meet the minimum specifications required to take on the position of Slytherin consort. We will have a formal bonding via the Goblins. However – as I'm sure you're figuring out by the extent of the changes that I required you to undergo – there is a stipulation involved with properly receiving the Lordship of Slytherin. One that was so vast and all-consuming that Dumbledore, until recently, has done everything in his power to discredit me to the point that I would not be able to achieve." My lord pauses at this spot to give me time to digest or interject as needed.
"What is the extent of this?" I finally give in and ask, as my mind could not come up with something that was magnanimous enough that it requires explanation.
"The giving up of humanity. I have to complete a ritual as I take you and complete our private, magic-based binding, that will take away my humanity, thus leaving me – and by extension you – immortal. The Slytherin heritage is that of the original Vampire."I gasp in shock. The original vampire had all of the benefits of being human, but still all of the benefits of being a vampire. On top of that, there was not the risk of going insane due to not receiving blood for too long as was the curse that came after a vampire got too greedy and cocky and caused all that came after him to suffer that fate. "Indeed. Given the stipulations required to be able to pass on the Original Vampire genes, I wanted to be sure that the both of us would be able to comply. I was originally unsure of whom I could get that would be able to meet the requirements, as I had more than enough willing options. And then Dumbledore with his need to feel superior to those around him handed you to me on a golden platter."
"Don't you mean Potter did, my lord? I mean, I know that Dumbledore was planning to get rid of me, but wasn't it the little Gryffindor that came to you?"
"Aah, but that is where you are incorrect Severus. Young Harry merely aided in providing me a plausible way to force Dumbledore's hand. Harry knew that Dumbledore was only going to give up someone that he thought was no longer useful, and – as he planned to kill you anyway – the actions of the 'little Gryffindor' gave Dumbledore an excuse that he thought was his own making and he was able to try and have someone else do the dirty work as he is so fond of."
I am unsure what to think of this. That did all make sense. And I'm certain that my lord had at least some idea of what it was that made the old fool tick. But still, I am not so sure that Dumbledore – even in all his hubris – as so easily fooled by whatever little act that his Golden Boy tried to put on once he was returned.
{You're wrong, Snape. Dumbledore's been eating up the Golden Boy of the Light persona since Hagrid's bumbling arse picked me up when I was eleven} I hear Potter interrupting through what I know to be the Horcrux bond. {And besides, it really was the most efficient way. The Dark Lord – now that his sanity is returned – is fully capable of getting back on track of dealing with what is actually good for the greater good of the wizarding world. Remember what swayed you to him in the beginning? He is back to the basics. Back to the things that made prominent pure and half-bloods desire to follow him and listen to him. He is back to making sure that meddling imbeciles who want a broader audience to bow down in thankfulness to their 'greatness' and 'greater good' do not get their way. Dumbledore's – and consequently the majority of the light side's – ideology of having us mix and mingle with the muggles is dangerous. After discovering the connection with Nagini, she explained to me what it was that Voldemort started off his crusade for. And I think that he was correct, so I worked with her to – first – get his sanity back, and then to get you out of harm's way, by pointing out traits that will put all parties involved in a better position in the long run. We all know that Arthur Weasley is borderline fanatical with his desire to absorb as much muggle culture as possible. We've also seen the steady decline of the way of life of a number of beings due to muggleborn influence. If they want to keep what makes them special, they need to conform, not reform. They need to be brought in earlier, as a primary school. To learn alongside purebloods and half-bloods what it is that makes this world so unique and wonderful. Why we do what we do, and do not do what we have forbidden. If fewer people came in with this muggle super-hero complex, there would be far less need or desire for a dark-lord. There wouldn't be the over-abundant prejudices. There would be-}
{I'm fairly certain that he gets the point, Potter. Now make yourself scarce, as Severus and I have a ritual to complete…} My lord's drawl breaks the boy's tangent.
{Sorry, Voldie….} the cheeky boy replies, and then I feel that his end – as well as Nagini's end – closes off to my lord and me.
"He is correct though, I am back to the original ideologies. It is unfair to send magical children to muggles who will not understand. I will not say that they cannot understand, as they have shown time and time again an unwillingness to even try."
"I understand, my lord." I bow my head, as I truly do understand.
"None of that. After this, you will be my consort. We will both be Originals, and eternal. I won't spend eternity with you calling me that every time that you wish to speak with me. As of the time that I had Lucius legally file for us, I also legally changed my name, as well as public records. If anyone were to ask, Thomas Marvolo Riddle died when he was 19, protecting his family from Lord Voldemort. I am that son, Lord Sylvaneous Marvolo Slytherin. You, pet, may call me Sylvaneous…"
"Seal-vein-ee-ous" I taste it out, syllable by syllable. It has a pleasing tone to it. A fitting name for such a strong and ambitious man.
"I love the way that rolls from that vicious tongue of yours…" My lord purrs in possession, stalking forward with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"Now, about the ritual. You are going to be taken within an inch of your life – quite literally. It will be brutal, and fast paced, and there will be quite a bit of blood. And then, as you lay there bleeding, I am going to write runes on the both of us in my blood, thusly sealing the transformation, as well as the official magical bonding. The papers that Lucius has filed will automatically update with today's date for the official bonding date, and you and I will have the longevity needed to make sure that things go as planned." I shiver in anticipation. It must be the changes that he's already invoked within me, as I normally am much better at hiding my emotions, and I scowl in irritation at my lack of control. "You will gain some of that Slytherin mask back, but it will never be as well as you've honed it in the past. I am to be the dominant mate in this relationship, Severus. As such, I cannot have you able to be dependent upon your bad habits any further…" He trails off, knowing that I am fully aware of what he means, and that there is no need for further explanation.
"Now, pet. Onto your back. It is time to start the ritual."
I move to the position that he requested of me, and await what is to go next. I know that he says that my body has been ritualistically fortified, but I am still unsure of the extent of it, and prepare my occlumency shields to be on the safe side.
My lord travels up the bed, spreads my legs and plunges in with no hesitation or preparation.
And I cannot believe how incredibly aroused that action makes me.