Late Arrivals and Lifetime Rivals: The Stalking of Severus Snape
Chapter 29: The Dark Lord Wonders Why
"ARRRGGGHHH! No more, I beg you, my lord!" Amycus Carrow rolled around on the ground, balled up in a fetal position, and screamed in excruciating pain.
"Hex – I believe you are it," the Dark Lord intoned calmly as he stood and bowed over him. "Get up, Carrow. Really are you a loyal Death Eater or what? Shake it off now." He gave him a quick kick to the abdomen with his dirty bare foot.
"Come here my pretty Nagini." Lord Voldemort motioned affectionately toward his snake, his dark robes rippling in the night air. "It will take him about 15 minutes to get up and hex the next person.
"For your information, my snake, Nagini, once encountered a muggle and let me tell you, she didn't cower for a second, right my brave girl? Wait until you see her attack the Igor Karkaroff pinatata. The Potter one-well, that is reserved for me," Lord Voldemort's voice dripped venom and bitterness.
Wormtail, who was still carrying around an empty tray after dropping off the latest order of drinks to tired, panting, and injured Death Eaters, walked over to where Snape and his hag were standing.
"I believe I have some valuable information for you, Severus," he squeaked haughtily, motioning for Snape to come over to him.
Snape looked over at Vector, willing her with his expression to stay put, as he walked over to where Wormtail was standing. He didn't like the rueful expression on Pettigrew's face.
"When do you ever?" Snape rolled his eyes. "I believe it can wait. Also, there is another stain on your apron. I would hate to inform the Dark Lord. Hex, as you very well know, is his absolute favorite game. He would be most aggrieved to be interrupted," Snape said silkily.
"You are quite right. But he would also be very disheartened to know that you don't have a real hag with you either.
"I have no idea as to what you are going on about," Snape countered smoothly.
"And neither will the Dark Lord…if you hear me out, and we can reach an agreement."
"You wouldn't dare attempt it, Wormatail. You are hanging on by a rather thin line as it is."
"Oh, yes, I would, Severus. What have I got to lose? You on the other hand…"
They both turned as they heard the Dark Lord…
"Loyal Death Eaters, Amycus is up. He is now it. Run, whilst you still can." The Dark Lord put his wand deftly back into his dark robes, pulled up the hem of his robes to sprint, and headed for the tombstones. The gathering started to run as well. Bella ran in the same direction as her lord.
Professor Vector rolled her eyes and couldn't believe that Snape had brought her here and that her own Headmaster felt this was necessary to get Snape to socialize.
She remembered the conversation with Dumbledore very clearly…
"Perhaps my very dear Miss Vector, I have known him since he was a boy and I have sort of a soft spot for him. Might you have one as well? Professor Snape has proven his mettle over the years and maybe he will prove it to you in due course of time.
She had nodded briskly "no" and tried not to throw up in the Headmaster's office. She believed the dear, sweet, delusional old man was trying to tell her something, and she dearly hoped that it was not that Snape had taken a fancy to her.
So why was she here? Now it would possibly get me killed! Snape and I would die together! Oh, Merlin!
Professor Vector looked around for Wormtail to order the strongest firewhiskey Lord Voldemort was offering that evening.
The Dark Lord looked around and found the perfect mausoleum to hide behind. He then looked around again, because he couldn't find Nagini.
My brilliant girl…had of course found a more ingenious hiding place than her dear Voldy Woldy…he marveled to himself.
It was then that Bellatrix Lestrange sidled up to the Dark Lord.
Voldemort sighed as he noticed all of the Death Eaters had ran elsewhere to hide. Nobody could save him from Bella. Well, they knew better. If they had tried to take his hiding place he would have avada'd them.
Surely, the price of being the most feared dark wizard in a century.
Pity.
Gilderoy Lockart had said that "fame is a fickle friend." Well, that book was still buried in Albania, so nobody would ever know.
"My lord…we are utterly alone," Bella was eyeing him amorously.
The Dark Lord gulped. He could kill her, but she was his most loyal….
"Give me a kiss, my lord. Grant me that which no other would be graced with." Her dark hair fluttered in the breeze and he noticed the crazy eyes were filled with devotion.
Damn her…she never gave up. Oh, well, just one...it could be construed as flattering after all and I most certainly enjoy sticking it to her jealous husband.
However, it wasn't pleasant for him. A waste of his precious time to be sure, on the other hand, confunding innocent people to do his bidding, mass slaughters of muggles, now that piqued his interest
And it wasn't like this was the first time…
She tasted worse than a dementor …tried to live off one on the forbidden forest – they do not taste like chicken.
"Fine just once, Bella," he acquiesced regrettably. His thin, dry, gray lips slightly puckered and touched Bella's for a count of three, that he held silently in his head. She held on longer until he waved his hand and magically forced her to the ground near his feet.
"How wonderful!" she screeched maddeningly. "My lord, can't you feel the fire of our attraction for each other? Oh, master I would wait forever for you. Haven't you realized we belong together? We were made for each other. Both powerful lovers of the Dark Arts and we could be lovers in the truest sense if you would only see reason. The noble house of Black combined with that of your family. We would rule the wizarding world….together!"
"What about your husband?" the Dark Lord challenged sheepishly.
She sleekly removed her wand from her robes and a twisted smirk grew on her countenance. "He will be looking for me in mere moments. Should I bury him here or take him away?" She waved her wand airily and shrugged.
"Er, not at my party, Bella. I haven't even gotten around to the Karkaroff and Potter piñatas yet."
"Fine, I will kill him the minute we walk through our door afterwards. But first…one more kiss, my lord," she eyed Voldemort feverishly.
"No Bella," he shouted, his voice wavering.
"Well, I want one more." Ropes twisted out of her wand and undulated around a frightened Dark Lord, as they pulled him to a nearby tombstone.
She was mad -perhaps more than a kiss?
Lord Voldemort grabbed the collar of his robes and pushed them up, just in case Bella tried to make out with him.
"Where is my snake, Nagini?" he asked as she breathlessly walked toward him.
"Freezing charm...she's about five feet away. Oh, all right, I will free her, when I have finished." She licked her lips as she reached him, and bent her head towards his own.
Bella had tied him to a tombstone near the mausoleum with the magical ropes and laughed throatily and with hysterics. The hell he would get away this time…
"Bella, your husband is coming over. A little propriety and common decency, really," he croaked in a very high, commanding, and uncommonly shrill voice.
I had spoiled her once, ok, maybe more than once and now she wouldn't leave me alone. I hadn't kissed a girl in perhaps 50 years and was curious, and now this! What a fool I have been and I only just read that Gilderoy Lockhart book about not getting involved with fans. The price was surely too high!
Alas…what would Albus Dumbledore do?
