Darkness
by Iejasu
Many thanks to my proofreader Sana :)
WARNING NC-17!
Chapter Four - The casting of a spy
Snape stirred listless in his porridge. Hogwarts had no house elves left, all
were either dead or had fled into the forest when the outer wards had been broken.
He did not need any elf. He did not mind the dirt or the dust. He hardly took notice
of the neglect, neither of this place nor of his person.
Granger was still locked up. Sometimes he gave her food.
He could not risk letting her out until he had prepared the stage.
It would be hard work to realign her according to his wishes. He smirked dryly.
Muggle techniques often held interesting insights, which wizards never took notice of.
Brainwashing a human being was not as hard as most people would think. All it needed
was some subtlety and a lot of discipline. He had to gain her trust, make her see that
he was not that bad, give her some illusion of being in charge. All her values,
even her self esteem were already destroyed. Having nothing to depend on, her mind would
convince her that her situation was not that bad, that there were options. Her loyalty
would shift towards him. And then he would be able to create the tool he needed.
He smiled dryly. It was all so easy. So frightfully easy. Half the work was already done
by Malfoy and his cronies as well as Potter and his friends. He would only take the shards
and melt them down to cast a new bell. A bell that would sing the tune he wanted to hear.
******
The Cat spent the time either sleeping or eating. There was something in the water,
she knew it. It made her drowsy and gave her strange dreams. She remembered faintly
terrible screams but maybe it had been nothing but a nightmare. Rocking gently
her mind drifted to all directions.
The door opened and Snape looked down at the huddled female, regarding her with a
long, cold stare. "Girl, you may come out now if you wish. Detention is over." He decided
never to call her by her name, she had no name anymore and he remembered that she avoided
her own name. It held too much of what she was ashamed of.
She felt suddenly as if she was still in school, as if there was still any school left.
Stiffly she got up from the floor, unsteady on her feet after three days in the narrow
prison.He reached out and gently took her hand to help her on her feet, a unconscious
mockery of a chivalrous gesture.
His hands were soft. Holding her hand, his face hovered over her, turning up his long,
crooked nose.
"You smell." Without hesitation he guided her to the bathroom. Candles were
lit and a small incense burner stood at the corner. A tub awaited her, full with steaming
hot water.
"Get undressed." The command was short but without malice.
She hesitated for a moment but decided that it was wiser to obey. Her soiled clothes
fell to the floor and he helped her into the water. Getting a soft cloth he
cleaned her up.
She looked confused. "What are you doing, Professor?" The drugs were still in her
blood and she felt in an almost dreamlike state, wondering if she was awake or not.
The soft velvet voice answered her. "You are greatly weakened. I do not wish you any harm."
His movements were gentle, almost sensual and the cloth wandered over her body, never
staying too long at one spot, cleaning her, together with the warm water giving her the
illusion of peace.
Her head fell back but his free hand caught her skull, before she could get hurt.
Then the same hand guided it gently to rest at the edge of the tub. She inhaled the
soft fumes. The smell of herbs and spices filled the air. A part of her fuzzy brain
wanted to know the origin of these fragrances but all she could hear in her mind was a
line from a song mentioning parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
She started softly humming the melody of that song.
Snape regarded her under half closed lids. The drugs helped greatly. He had added some
Chinese herbs to the water as well as the incense burner. Now she was completely relaxed.
Her mind was in a dreamlike state. Highly receptive to any suggestions.
His hand wandered over her lithe body, washing off the grime and dirt from 3 days
imprisonment. Her skin had become much lighter than he recalled. She had almost his
skin colour, pale, but not the unhealthy shade he had earned himself though decades of
abuse. She did not fight his touch, even in the most intimate places. Like a rag doll she
floated in the water, eyes closed, humming this melody. But his desires were not affected
by that liberal presentation. His wants surpassed her mere body, his ultimate goal was her
soul.
He started washing her bushy hair, massaging her scalp, rubbing her neck gently
while doing so. A low groan rewarded his efforts.
Slowly he let out a low humming, almost sending her into trance. One could hypnotise
not only with eyes, but with voice as well, if one commanded a certain control to
the vocal cords. "There is nothing to fear here. You are secure."
He smiled at that. Right now he could snap her neck like a twig. It would be so easy,
she would hardly feel anything. Gently he teased the small hairs on the back of her neck,
sending her into delighted shivers. Blowing against her moist skin, he murmured lowly.
"Shhhhh, child. Relax. All is well..."
A soft whimper answered him.
He lifted her gently out of the water and wrapped the half sleeping woman into some
towels, carrying her into his bed.
He bound her wrists to the bed posts. She was already half asleep and hardly fought
his actions. She did not even bother to open her eyes. For a moment her face distorted
as if fighting a bad dream but Snape bent over her, purring with his velvet voice words
of comfort. She relaxed again, allowing him to cover her with a thick blanket.
Having her outside the closet was necessary, but allowing her to walk
around was not acceptable. He walked off to get some rest and to prepare
for the next phase.
******
The cat woke up feeling warm and comfortable even though her arms had fallen
asleep due to being bound to the bed. She looked around. The room was dark
and she could smell the dust and the cobwebs but the bed seemed clean. The faint
squeaking of a rat or a mouse did not disturb her.
A dark figure entered. She knew it was Snape. He held something to her lips and
she, being thirsty again, swallowed.
The potion master looked down on her. "How are you feeling?"
"I am feeling..." she hesitated slightly, as if she was trying to make up her mind,
"..fine, Professor."
He unbound her wrists and helped her up into a sitting position, rubbing her numb arms
gently to help the circulation. She was completely naked but he seemed to be unaware
of that fact. Her head appeared to be all fuzzy and did not seem to clear up. She could not
concentrate. But strangely it did not really bother her anymore. She passively allowed
the silent ministrations, regarding him with curious eyes.
His low voice encircled her. "You are aware, Miss Granger, that you are a risk to
my position. I cannot allow that. If you want to stay here and if you want me to
treat you in a decent way, you will have to obey me." His eyes made contact and it
seemed that they burned with a dark fire. "You have to obey completely."
She nodded dutifully, wondering briefly if this was still a dream.
His hand went up to her cheek, stroking it gently like a child's. "If you are not a good
girl, I will have to punish you. I don't want to have to, but you force me to.
She could not quite understand everything but something
in his voice made her hurt inside and tears welled up in her eyes.
She nodded silently.
His eyes closed briefly. "That is good. I am greatly relieved."
Snape handed her some clothes. Many trunks were still among the rubble and ruins
of Hogwarts. He had found some suitable clothes with relative ease.
As Snape watched her dress, he decided on altering the dosage now.
******
The Cat looked down her skirt. She felt differently. Professor Snape treated her almost
with something like fatherly concern. Only when he could not take her with him, he locked
her up into the closet. During the night she slept in his bed, alone, bound to
it. She did not mind the shackles anymore. In the morning he would come and wake her up,
rubbing her arms back to life. A part of her longed for his touch, those long, slender
finger wandering over her skin. But he only touched her if he had reason to do so.
Never spontanious. And he forbade her to touch him.
He allowed her to help him with his work as long as she kept silent. Once or twice had
she tried to speak but he had instantly slapped her across the face. She had the feeling
that he took no pleasure out of it. He shook his face in something one could almost call
remorse. "I told you I don't like disturbances. You promised to obey my wishes."
She nodded holding her cheek. He treated her so much better than anyone
else in a very long time.
******
Snape watched her closely, day and night. He used a wide range of potions and drugs on her.
Psychopharmaca as well as special morphine derivatives. Mostly to put her in a childlike
state without dampening her too much. He watched her especially closely after he had
punished some slight disobedience. Yes, his plan had started to work out.
She looked more hurt about her cheek than about the slap in the face.
Lately he went to Hogsmeade on a regular basis, looking for the right target.
Witches and wizards came and went. He had patience. He just needed the right one....
When he came back to his project, the girl in the closet waited for him in silence.
The drugs had made her an obedient little girl.
He knew that she had snatched one of his knives that he used for the cutting of ingredient
in a faint attempt at rebellion.
He had allowed it. It had taken him 3 hours to find where she had hidden it. A loose
brick in the closet was her safe. Afterwards, he searched for the knife in her presence.
She looked almost crushed as his black eyes focused on her.
"I fear you have abused my trust." His cold words rolled from his tongue and he could
see her shrinking away from him. All of the sudden he smiled. "Ah, well. I think we can
let it go this time. You need the knife for work?"
She nodded before she caught herself.
With the most fatherly tone he could muster, Snape replied gently.
"Well, then it is okay, don't you think?"
His sharp eyes registered the quick widening of her pupils. Obviously the desired effect
had been successfully induced.
She turned the small penknife in her slender fingers as as if it were made of the most
precious gold and jewels.
Now and then she looked over to him, frowning slightly. He could see her brain working.
She was not really aware that she could never inflict real harm with that tiny knife.
She understood it as a token of complete trust, maybe even a gift of affection.
She couldn't be more wrong. Snape's features twisted in something like self disgust.
She was the most successful project he had ever set into action.
And it promised to be the most lethal.
TBC....
by Iejasu
Many thanks to my proofreader Sana :)
WARNING NC-17!
Chapter Four - The casting of a spy
Snape stirred listless in his porridge. Hogwarts had no house elves left, all
were either dead or had fled into the forest when the outer wards had been broken.
He did not need any elf. He did not mind the dirt or the dust. He hardly took notice
of the neglect, neither of this place nor of his person.
Granger was still locked up. Sometimes he gave her food.
He could not risk letting her out until he had prepared the stage.
It would be hard work to realign her according to his wishes. He smirked dryly.
Muggle techniques often held interesting insights, which wizards never took notice of.
Brainwashing a human being was not as hard as most people would think. All it needed
was some subtlety and a lot of discipline. He had to gain her trust, make her see that
he was not that bad, give her some illusion of being in charge. All her values,
even her self esteem were already destroyed. Having nothing to depend on, her mind would
convince her that her situation was not that bad, that there were options. Her loyalty
would shift towards him. And then he would be able to create the tool he needed.
He smiled dryly. It was all so easy. So frightfully easy. Half the work was already done
by Malfoy and his cronies as well as Potter and his friends. He would only take the shards
and melt them down to cast a new bell. A bell that would sing the tune he wanted to hear.
******
The Cat spent the time either sleeping or eating. There was something in the water,
she knew it. It made her drowsy and gave her strange dreams. She remembered faintly
terrible screams but maybe it had been nothing but a nightmare. Rocking gently
her mind drifted to all directions.
The door opened and Snape looked down at the huddled female, regarding her with a
long, cold stare. "Girl, you may come out now if you wish. Detention is over." He decided
never to call her by her name, she had no name anymore and he remembered that she avoided
her own name. It held too much of what she was ashamed of.
She felt suddenly as if she was still in school, as if there was still any school left.
Stiffly she got up from the floor, unsteady on her feet after three days in the narrow
prison.He reached out and gently took her hand to help her on her feet, a unconscious
mockery of a chivalrous gesture.
His hands were soft. Holding her hand, his face hovered over her, turning up his long,
crooked nose.
"You smell." Without hesitation he guided her to the bathroom. Candles were
lit and a small incense burner stood at the corner. A tub awaited her, full with steaming
hot water.
"Get undressed." The command was short but without malice.
She hesitated for a moment but decided that it was wiser to obey. Her soiled clothes
fell to the floor and he helped her into the water. Getting a soft cloth he
cleaned her up.
She looked confused. "What are you doing, Professor?" The drugs were still in her
blood and she felt in an almost dreamlike state, wondering if she was awake or not.
The soft velvet voice answered her. "You are greatly weakened. I do not wish you any harm."
His movements were gentle, almost sensual and the cloth wandered over her body, never
staying too long at one spot, cleaning her, together with the warm water giving her the
illusion of peace.
Her head fell back but his free hand caught her skull, before she could get hurt.
Then the same hand guided it gently to rest at the edge of the tub. She inhaled the
soft fumes. The smell of herbs and spices filled the air. A part of her fuzzy brain
wanted to know the origin of these fragrances but all she could hear in her mind was a
line from a song mentioning parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
She started softly humming the melody of that song.
Snape regarded her under half closed lids. The drugs helped greatly. He had added some
Chinese herbs to the water as well as the incense burner. Now she was completely relaxed.
Her mind was in a dreamlike state. Highly receptive to any suggestions.
His hand wandered over her lithe body, washing off the grime and dirt from 3 days
imprisonment. Her skin had become much lighter than he recalled. She had almost his
skin colour, pale, but not the unhealthy shade he had earned himself though decades of
abuse. She did not fight his touch, even in the most intimate places. Like a rag doll she
floated in the water, eyes closed, humming this melody. But his desires were not affected
by that liberal presentation. His wants surpassed her mere body, his ultimate goal was her
soul.
He started washing her bushy hair, massaging her scalp, rubbing her neck gently
while doing so. A low groan rewarded his efforts.
Slowly he let out a low humming, almost sending her into trance. One could hypnotise
not only with eyes, but with voice as well, if one commanded a certain control to
the vocal cords. "There is nothing to fear here. You are secure."
He smiled at that. Right now he could snap her neck like a twig. It would be so easy,
she would hardly feel anything. Gently he teased the small hairs on the back of her neck,
sending her into delighted shivers. Blowing against her moist skin, he murmured lowly.
"Shhhhh, child. Relax. All is well..."
A soft whimper answered him.
He lifted her gently out of the water and wrapped the half sleeping woman into some
towels, carrying her into his bed.
He bound her wrists to the bed posts. She was already half asleep and hardly fought
his actions. She did not even bother to open her eyes. For a moment her face distorted
as if fighting a bad dream but Snape bent over her, purring with his velvet voice words
of comfort. She relaxed again, allowing him to cover her with a thick blanket.
Having her outside the closet was necessary, but allowing her to walk
around was not acceptable. He walked off to get some rest and to prepare
for the next phase.
******
The cat woke up feeling warm and comfortable even though her arms had fallen
asleep due to being bound to the bed. She looked around. The room was dark
and she could smell the dust and the cobwebs but the bed seemed clean. The faint
squeaking of a rat or a mouse did not disturb her.
A dark figure entered. She knew it was Snape. He held something to her lips and
she, being thirsty again, swallowed.
The potion master looked down on her. "How are you feeling?"
"I am feeling..." she hesitated slightly, as if she was trying to make up her mind,
"..fine, Professor."
He unbound her wrists and helped her up into a sitting position, rubbing her numb arms
gently to help the circulation. She was completely naked but he seemed to be unaware
of that fact. Her head appeared to be all fuzzy and did not seem to clear up. She could not
concentrate. But strangely it did not really bother her anymore. She passively allowed
the silent ministrations, regarding him with curious eyes.
His low voice encircled her. "You are aware, Miss Granger, that you are a risk to
my position. I cannot allow that. If you want to stay here and if you want me to
treat you in a decent way, you will have to obey me." His eyes made contact and it
seemed that they burned with a dark fire. "You have to obey completely."
She nodded dutifully, wondering briefly if this was still a dream.
His hand went up to her cheek, stroking it gently like a child's. "If you are not a good
girl, I will have to punish you. I don't want to have to, but you force me to.
She could not quite understand everything but something
in his voice made her hurt inside and tears welled up in her eyes.
She nodded silently.
His eyes closed briefly. "That is good. I am greatly relieved."
Snape handed her some clothes. Many trunks were still among the rubble and ruins
of Hogwarts. He had found some suitable clothes with relative ease.
As Snape watched her dress, he decided on altering the dosage now.
******
The Cat looked down her skirt. She felt differently. Professor Snape treated her almost
with something like fatherly concern. Only when he could not take her with him, he locked
her up into the closet. During the night she slept in his bed, alone, bound to
it. She did not mind the shackles anymore. In the morning he would come and wake her up,
rubbing her arms back to life. A part of her longed for his touch, those long, slender
finger wandering over her skin. But he only touched her if he had reason to do so.
Never spontanious. And he forbade her to touch him.
He allowed her to help him with his work as long as she kept silent. Once or twice had
she tried to speak but he had instantly slapped her across the face. She had the feeling
that he took no pleasure out of it. He shook his face in something one could almost call
remorse. "I told you I don't like disturbances. You promised to obey my wishes."
She nodded holding her cheek. He treated her so much better than anyone
else in a very long time.
******
Snape watched her closely, day and night. He used a wide range of potions and drugs on her.
Psychopharmaca as well as special morphine derivatives. Mostly to put her in a childlike
state without dampening her too much. He watched her especially closely after he had
punished some slight disobedience. Yes, his plan had started to work out.
She looked more hurt about her cheek than about the slap in the face.
Lately he went to Hogsmeade on a regular basis, looking for the right target.
Witches and wizards came and went. He had patience. He just needed the right one....
When he came back to his project, the girl in the closet waited for him in silence.
The drugs had made her an obedient little girl.
He knew that she had snatched one of his knives that he used for the cutting of ingredient
in a faint attempt at rebellion.
He had allowed it. It had taken him 3 hours to find where she had hidden it. A loose
brick in the closet was her safe. Afterwards, he searched for the knife in her presence.
She looked almost crushed as his black eyes focused on her.
"I fear you have abused my trust." His cold words rolled from his tongue and he could
see her shrinking away from him. All of the sudden he smiled. "Ah, well. I think we can
let it go this time. You need the knife for work?"
She nodded before she caught herself.
With the most fatherly tone he could muster, Snape replied gently.
"Well, then it is okay, don't you think?"
His sharp eyes registered the quick widening of her pupils. Obviously the desired effect
had been successfully induced.
She turned the small penknife in her slender fingers as as if it were made of the most
precious gold and jewels.
Now and then she looked over to him, frowning slightly. He could see her brain working.
She was not really aware that she could never inflict real harm with that tiny knife.
She understood it as a token of complete trust, maybe even a gift of affection.
She couldn't be more wrong. Snape's features twisted in something like self disgust.
She was the most successful project he had ever set into action.
And it promised to be the most lethal.
TBC....