Snape 2

Wenny straddled her newly un-dead boyfriend gasping, "Oh Severus!" She knew that she had to commit one final act with him to keep him alive. It was an act she had dreamed of all of her young life, and now, she was finally old enough. He reached up and tried to touch her. His large hands grew weak and trembled. She rubbed herself on him. His hands grew stronger. She whipped his wand at him and shouted, "Disrobus Severus!" His exquisite silken black clothes vanished, and lightning had flashed outside. "Biggis Dickus," she commanded, "Rapus Snapus!" She proceeded to ride him like The Kentucky Derby while Marilyn Manson played in the background. Wenny heightened her pleasure by smacking his beautiful face back and forth with her white hand. Their bodies looked like two bald albino bats in the pale moonlight. Wenny threw her raven tresses around and screamed in delight.

When she was finally satisfied the spell wore off and Professor Snape could speak once more. "Rapus Snapus?" He said in a trembling and high pitched voice, "Somehow I always imagined that my first time would be different!" A tear rolled down his cheek and buried itself in his beautiful pale neck.

"What do you mean 'first time?'" Wenny Demanded. Snape explained to her coolly that he had never been sullied before because his love for Lily Potter was way too strong and his misery over her death made him feel too guilty to ever touch another woman. Wenny patiently explained that she too was as pure as the driven snow, and forced Snape to confess that he had enjoyed it. She forced him to also confess that he had actually run into Lily in the afterlife. Lily had whacked him upside the head and pointed out that she resided in Wizard Valhalla with her beloved husband, James Potter. And, once Severus stopped sniveling about the manner in which Wenhaver had deflowered him, she joyfully bound his wrists to the bedposts and poked a white bony finger inside him like a wiggly little worm and made him shriek and squirm until he was suddenly up for it again. Severus thought to himself -as he was being remounted - that being awakened from the dead by a raven haired sex crazed quasi albino was damn wicked cool.

After about seventeen hours of this, a large heap of Marilyn Manson and Stevie Nicks CDs lay on the floor along with trays of half eaten food brought in by the ancient house elves that dwelled in the shrieking shack. Wenny untied Severus and brought him some coffee and a Wizard Weekly Grimoire. There was yet another article about the insufferable Harry Potter grinning with his Quidditch broom in one hand and a beautiful redheaded woman in the other. Snape gagged involuntarily.

"I lied when I said I was a complete virgin." he said to Wenny. She froze like a statue. "What do you mean?" Severus turned a wintry shade of pale and buried his face in his arm and began to cry. He shook like a delicate flower. He was weakened by being recently brought back to life and would normally cry in front of another. Wenny petted him adoringly. She imagined Lord Voldemort inventing hideous horrible sexual tortures for Snape to keep him in line. She got a rather shocking mental picture of Voldemort bending her boyfriend over a potion counter and aiming a gigantic live snake in a slingshot between a young Severus's lowered hip pockets. He read her mind. "Nothing like that," he assured Wenny. (A quart of fluid escaped her and ran down his perfect eel colored thigh anyway, just thinking about it.)

A hunted faraway look entered his piercing dark eyes and he began to tremble again. "It was James Potter. He used to...to..." Snape looked absolutely greenish and on the verge of an uncontrollable crying fit. "vibrate me! " He blurted the last words out like he was admitting to poodle fucking. Wenny looked confused as Hell and Snape explained that James had the power to make Snape feel as if he was being furiously masturbated with a good strong vibrator at will. "That's why I never got to first base!" Snape sobbed, "Every time I got near a girl, James would start making it happen again! It looked like I was some kind of a demented horn dog! Gryffindors thought it was a riot. Sick bastards. Nobody would speak to me." Snape was openly sobbing. Wenny held him protectively and rocked him like a baby and tried to soothe his tears away. He went fetal.

When Severus was well enough to hear the story of how You-Know-Who (as they had begun to refer to Harry Potter) had murdered Lord Voldemort in cold blood, he became very depressed. He had been a being of sheer bliss, he admitted, as he had died looking into a replica of Lily's beautiful eyes and his spirit ascended into the sky expecting to be reunited with Lilian as the hero who had saved her son, and in complete control of his own private parts which James would never vibrate after he had saved Harry. The rest was history. Every time he had gone near Lilian's ghost, James Potter's ghost had thrown the spell on him which forced him to spasm in delight and horror until he was on his knees crying bitter tears of humiliation with a wet spot on the front of his trousers. Even Lily's ghost thought Severus was a laughable freak.

Wenhaver explained to Severus that the spell was called masturbis totalis, and James must have placed a permanent one on Severus. It must have been automatically activated every time he spoke to a pretty girl. She had learned a spell that could easily counteract "masturbis totalis" in her first year. It involved chanting the word, "ridicolos," and imagining muggle Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day. They had all used masturbis totalis on themselves and each other for shits and giggles in the girl's dorm. The only reason Snape had never learned the spell or counter spell was because his parents were too busy arguing to give the boy a sound talk about the birds and the bees and the really naughty spells and hexes. Snape was horrified and furious and disgusted when he realized that Lily must have known what was being done to him and never explained a thing. The randy bitch probably enjoyed watching him humiliated. He remained in bed eating cheesecake flavored ice cream and burying his shaking face in Wenny's pointy little scaly white breasts for another whole week.

In the meantime, the homunculus that Wenny had made to represent herself was wreaking havoc all through the halls of Hogwarts. Moaning Myrtle ran herself ragged trying to stop the homunculus from acting like an idiot and ruining Wenny's reputation. When mean Slytherin boys asked the homunculus on a date, it replied, "Yrch! Yar! Arble!" This somehow drove the Slytherin boys wild with desire and the fake Wenny soon accumulated fifteen prom dates at once. They could be seen often jostling for it's attention in the halls. It would look at them blankly, drool and insert a Britney CD into a nearby CD player and pretend to like the nightmarish sounds that ensued. Slytherins were always doing CREEPY things like that. They thought the homunculus was cooler than the 'usual Wenny.'

Snape started regaining his health at a rapid pace. Wenhaver had her house elves dot his twinkies with nightshade in a desperate effort to keep him too weak to leave their cozy, decorated love nest in the Shrieking Shack. But, Severus proved much too strong for that because he had spent the better part of his life handling toxic substances and had built up a resistance. The nightshade actually seemed to improve him. Something to do with un-death making potions have the wrong effect on a person's body as they would on a live body.

He soon started making inquiries as to the whereabouts of his dearest old friends. He learned that Lucius Malfoy and his lovely wife Narcissa had been unmercifully thrown to the dementors in a ghastly sort of Roman Circus. He choked back bile when he imagined throngs of common wizards and witches cheering as the dementors covered Lucius's beautiful complexion with their horrible banshee lips, and pulled on his gorgeous blond pony tail, lifting his kicking black boots off the floor. Snape could clearly picture the screams and cries of Narcissa's anguish as her husband's incomparable face disappeared under the mantle of a dementor, while another approached her offering no escape from the same fate. His guts wrenched. Bellatrix had dived off a rooftop and impaled herself with a sword in a fit of mad grief at losing her lover, Lord Voldemort, yet again. Draco Malfoy had been raised much like the sons of muggle poet Oscar Wilde, jerked abruptly from his opulent life of privilege and raised like an embarrassing poor orphan by - gasp – dare we say it - vengeful mudbloods until he had vanished into obscurity. It was rumored that he had been ill used for years and then sold into slavery.

It was one thing when the Ministry had to smack down Voldemort because he was a deranged psycho who tried to take over both worlds and enslave everybody, Snape reasoned, but it was another thing to needlessly humiliate death eaters of noble birth, disgrace their houses, and eradicate their wives and children in such a dishonorable fashion. He paced the squeaky floor of the shack cursing and foaming about this late at night. Wenny did not like to see her sexy warlock feeling this way and resolved to calm and soothe her dark angel using any methods necessary, even if it meant frying Harry you-know-who and his awful friends alive in a vat of oil! And even muggles were more kind to villains like Voldemort when they caught them. In muggle world Voldemort would have been given a fair trial and a merciful, dignified death. Just thinking of his godlike one time master being fried like a chicken with the Elderwand in front of a mosh-pit of screaming Gryffindors made Snape's testicles freeze and shrivel. What would they have done to Snape if he had lived?

Wenny put her hand on Severus's troubled shoulder. "We can't stay holed up here forever, " she told him. "I suppose we must go out and face the world sooner or later." She knew what he wanted to do, somehow and she wanted to help him. And so, the wrapped their lithe frames in black capes draped over their shoulders like batwings and opened the front door to the shack. Wenny looked up into the sunlight for the first time in months. Being a nocturnal, the light burned her eyes and blinded her. When the searing pain subsided her eyes focused on a shape in the distance. It was her homunculus doppleganger dressed in a green and black cheer leading costume waving green pom-pons around and dancing muggle style. About eight Slytherin girls dressed the same were copying it's movements. Wenny groaned in misery and horror.

Severus had his face hidden beneath the black velvet folds of his cape. Wenny did likewise and they slunk across the grass in the sickening sunlight and headed off to find Draco. Draco was the only free and living member of Snape's old social circle. Blood, history and tradition were much thicker than water in the wizarding community. Many of the members of the original Ministry of Magic had been selected from the finest pure blooded aristocratic wizard families in the land. In the olden days, the upper classes of wizards had been feudal lords and protectors of the lower classes and were honored and revered, a tradition which had almost lasted to the present day. A great many of the finest old wizard families had saved the wizard world from far worse menaces than Voldemort many times over.

That was why it had particularly pained Severus to the point of agony to find Draco as he did find him. After many inquiries in the seedy bars of Diagon Alley, Severus and Wenhaver tortured a house elf behind a bar in a filthy back-alley until the blood spattered dog-eared little wretch finally admitted that Draco was still alive. He had been forced to work a humiliating job in a wizard shoe shop. "Ever tell ANYONE about this and I'll disembowel you slowly over a period of ten years, Yoda!" Severus hissed. He spun on his heel and stomped away. Wenny forcefully pulled her riding crop out of the house elf's tiny ass with a 'thwock' and a tiny scream of pain. She whacked him across the face, spun on her heel and stomped after Severus like a lovelorn Dalek.

They found the shop where Snape's former angelic head boy had been forced into a life of humiliating slavery. They weren't even sure if it was true, or if he would be there. The couple lurked in a dark corner outside the window unobserved, and peered inside cautiously. Rows of old wizards were seated on long benches. Their horrible feet were exposed in all states of undress. They had on holy socks revealing bunions and corns, smelly socks that looked like dirt that hadn't been washed off their feet in years, wet, glistening sweaty bare feet, dirt that looked like socks that looked like dirt that hadn't been washed off their feet in years. A throng of house elves darted back and forth with boxes of embroidered slippers and long, blue pointed shoes and purple ugh boots and the like. One of the workers was considerably taller than an elf. He had a shock of greasy, brown hair, broad shoulders and an armload of shoes. Severus's heart burned with pain, imagining his shining star student suffering these kinds of humiliations. He was relieved the boy in the shop had brown hair and a muddy face. He believed it would kill him again to see Draco in a place such as this. At exactly the moment, the boy knealt in front of a very old wizard's stinky feet and one of his brown contacts fell out to reveal a pupil the color of the most beautiful azure sky that a wizard's imagination could conceive of. Severus would know that eye color in a sea of wet bachelor buttons.

"Wenhaver! I think it's him," Severus whispered. He had to be careful. Detection was out of the question if their work was to be carried out. The strapping young man hurriedly found and replaced his brown contact, then slavishly tried pair after pair of shoes on the old wizard. Snape and Wenny quietly walked in the door. Wenny silenced the cheap jingle bells on the door handle with a discrete flick of her wand. She casted a quick spell on the window so that the goings on inside could not be seen from the outside. Severus moved like a shadow and in a split second, was towering over the grimy shopkeeper menacingly. "I wish to purchase a servant." He whispered. A black gloved hand with a pouch of gold popped out from under his cloak. The shopkeeper gaged the amount of gold, judging by the size of the bag and began to drool. He gestured to the house elves and paraded them past Severus one by one. Too big, too small, too malnourished, Severus insisted. He pointed to the large young man. "That one."

"That one's not for sale." The shop keep protested. Severus doubled the gold. The shop keep would not sell. The large youth watched in fear. Who would want to buy him when house elves lived several times longer? The possibilities of what his new master might want him for caused the boy to begin to whimper. The new master must have known who he was and his wand had been taken years ago. Severus grew tired of negotiating and started hissing terrifying words in parseltongue. The shop grew dark and the old wizards filed out, socks in hand, sensing terrible danger the like of which had not been felt in their world since..."I'll sell! I'll sell!" The shop keeper cried in exasperation. It would be easier to part with the slave boy then to tangle with a mysterious dark wizard, any day.

Severus and Wenhaver wrapped the terrified boy in the folds of their capes and pushed him into a grimy back room. Wenny shot a jolt of electricity into the lock to jam it. Severus began pulling off the terrified boy's ragged clothing, and Wenny took out his contacts and removed his horrid brown wig with a zap of her wand to reveal... "Glorious skin, liquid eyes the color of a summer sky and hair like pure spun gold, you must be a Malfoy." The black robed figure stood over a dazzlingly beautiful, yet badly shaken young man with molten blond hair and breath taking features. The boy was the spitting image of his father, Lucius. His hands crossed protectively over a badly tattered pair of black underpants bearing the old Slytherin crest. A thin line of urine ran down his leg. The boy obviously believed he was about to be tortured for trumped up war crimes or raped unmercifully. It would not be the first time somebody had sought revenge for his father's abuses. His princely frame shook like a leaf and he tried to wedge himself into a corner.

Snape removed his cape. The young man squeaked and recoiled, then froze in a stare of sheer disbelief. His dazzlingly blue eyes widened to the size of saucers. Severus opened his arms. Draco fell to his knees, clutching Severus around his legs and openly wept. Then, Severus placed two fingers under his chin and lifted his face to look at it. He was easily even more dazzling than Lucius had been. Robbed of his former confidence, Draco was unable to find words to speak. His tear streaked face spoke volumes about the terror he had faced all alone. Snape and Wenny spontaneously hugged Draco and showered him with many tears and kisses. They were both at a loss for words.

Then, Wenny took her wand and gave him a good cleaning. Severus waved his wand and Draco was fashionably dressed in the style of his father. Wenny wand-whipped Draco's silken hair into a little black bow tied at the nape of his neck. They decided to take him back to the shrieking shack via fireplace so that nobody would see him. They immediately changed him to black silk pajamas and put him in a soft bed in a dark, elegant guest room. The two lovers took turns holding and petting Draco and crooning over him with adoration. They loved him to distraction. He was so beautiful under the disguise, one would have no choice. Years of slavery and humiliation had replaced his cruel facade with his true sweet and kind personality. Draco shook a little less every day and only spoke in whispers about the humiliations he had suffered since being taken away as a child.

Mr Filch was invited over to tea. Wenhaver donned her best golden chain mail and gave filch a lap dance while Severus peeked at them from the shadows where he was hiding. It had been their plan between them, so Severus was not jealous. It was sort of exciting him. She grabbed Filch's shoulders and placed her weight on his dust covered groaning bulge. "I need a favor," she crooned, "find...me...Draco...Malfoy's...old...wand!" Each word was punctuated by a deep, satisfying pelvic grind. Then, she got up and danced just out of Filch's reach. The music was Medieval, which excited Filch wildly because it reminded him of the days of dungeons and torture. Wenny rubbed her gold plated breasts in his face. The little mirrors on the fabric under-dress blinged like a disco ball.

Draco crept up and softly joined Severus in the shadows, pushing him against the wall. They started kissing each other deeply while trying not to make a sound. Snape's mind reeled. The boy was a man now. But if Lucius ever found out, they would both suffer pain worse than a thousand deaths. Then, Snape suddenly remembered Lucius and Narcissa were making out with dementors as he made out with their golden son. Snape lashed out with his tongue and tears filled his eyes. He wanted to resist, but couldn't. Draco's magnetism was a spell Narcissa had placed on him at a very young age. In the background, Mr. Filch promised to retrieve Draco's old wand from the castle's attic as Wenny spiraled and clashed her zills.