Hi everyone, this is a SS/HG fanfiction. If you've got issues with the pairing please don't read. This fic is definitely going to be rated R, later it might go up to NC-17, so if you aint supposed to be here shoo. All the characters and such belong to the one and only JKR (all hail!) Anyway, I really want to thank all the people who took the time to review. It was inspiring. Ahem, to my beta Darklyng, darling you are my muse!! Also to everyone else at WIKTT!!! Ok people here goes nothing!!
************************************************************************
The Predicament of Marriage
Chapter 2: Enslavement
Wormtail trembled nervously behind his master. Yes, some of it was caused by his fear of his Lord..... but damn this muggle was getting heavy! It was an indication of Lord Voldemorts growing weakness that they were only able to apparate faraway enough from the death eaters, so as not to cause suspicion, to where an enchanted carriage awaited them. He had been so relieved when the muggle girl had been easily captured, maybe now his master could regain his waning powers. However, there was no way-- NO WAY, he could have predicted what was happening now. Still, all was not lost. The muggle would serve her purpose, just not in the way he'd hoped. Wormtail shook his head, what exactly had he thought? That the Dark Lord would mumble a few spells and drain the girl of her essence? He of all people should know there was no easy way when magic was involved.
Many people solely credited him with the resurrection of Voldemort. To a degree this was true, he had assemble the appropriate potions, and.... parts. Put them together, sacrifice the prerequisite virgin-- or was it child, it was all a bit fuzzy. That was the problem!! After he'd spilled that first drop of blood something had happened..... he just had no clue what. He remembered bits and pieces, but mostly he remembered the screams. Oh God, the howls. They haunted him day and night, ripping through his consciousness, shattering brief illusion of safety.
When he'd awoken from his stupor, the deformed image of the Dark Lord lay before him. Joy was his first reaction, he had performed the darkest of spells and succeeded!! Running to the form of his master, Wormtail awaited for him to stir. Voldemorts scarlet eyes had snapped open, the color of the blood that had been sacrificed in his name. Days past, and everything seemed well; then the first spell failed. It was a simple Silencio, to quiet the rather dull screams of a muggle man.... but nothing happened, and Wormtail's fantasy world began to crumble. Voldemorts powers were slowly, but surely, draining. Yes, it would take a while for him to die, but his end was assured. Tonight was their last chance! Voldemort wanted a child-- a child of such power that Voldemort could posses him....become him. When that oaf Malfoy had asked his discerning question, it was luck that none had guessed the truth-- the reality. Voldemort couldn't father a child, it would drain all of his powers. So he picked the next best thing, Severus Snape.
Wormtail was no fool. He might have been a weak, but that only made certain that he knew how to identify power, and ally himself to it. He could count on one hand the Wizards that had true power. Voldemort, and that bloated fool Malfoy. Of course his light counterpart , that jocular idiot, Dumbledore and his wearying pawn Harry Potter. Then the one who walked in the shadows, who sent the balance of light and dark into a tizzy. Now both Dumbledore and Voldemort scrambled to claim his loyalty. Unfortunately it seemed as if the light was going to gain another warrior. Voldemort was acutely aware of Snapes treachery, but left him alone. While he might have betrayed their secrets to spy he had to convincingly portray a member of the dark, and that kept him entrenched in the shadows... it kept the balance. Wormtail grunted softly as he shifted the girls weight into the carriage, moving aside for the levitated form of Hogwarts feared Potions Master.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione was startled out of her thoughts as she was placed upright in... a carriage? Her heart began to pound, where were they going? Fear began to slowly spread through her. If she had been able to move, her shivers would have scissored her off the floor. As it was, her fear began to leach her mind of the of the one advantage she had left.... her intellect. Her constricted lungs strained for air as the futility of the situation struck her.
I'm sorry..... Snape....Professor Snape......
The name kept racing through her mind , grounding her thoughts, lending rationality to her existence. Ok so they cant kill me, they need me to..... well, what exactly do they need me for? Why does Voldemort want me to marry Snape!? I knew Voldemort was insane, but this is ridiculous. Isn't the Death Eater motto "Avada Kedavra Forever?" Since when did they become a dating service? And Snape-- that greasy git-- what was wrong with marrying her? Fortunately she was jostled out of her disturbing thoughts. She heard a strange mumbling brief mumbling, felt a strange disorienting sensation, and looked up into the maliciously swirling eyes of Lord Voldemort.
Poor Hermione, a child, for all intensive purposes an innocent-- unprepared, unknowing of true evil. She looked into the eyes of the Dark Lord, and was innocent no more. A lifetime of blood, rape, and torture stared back at her. Paper thin skin scraped across a featureless face. Breath like a stale wind that blows over a forgotten tomb fouled the air around her.
"Wormtail!" Voldemort hissed.
Wormtail moved behind Hermione and whispered, " Mobili Corpus," levitating Hermione into a standing position. From the folds of his cloak he pulled a vial brimming with a dusky black potion. As he poured it around her neck , Voldemort stepped forward and pointed his wand at her neck. Wormtail scuttled over to the unconscious Professor Snape. Length wise from end to tip of his palm he poured the dull liquid, and continued to drizzle it across the room until his palm joined the ring around Hermione's neck.
Wormtail nodded to his Dark Master, who stated, "Religatio Voluntatis*!" The potion glowed eerily and Hermione felt a burning sensation around her neck as the liquid solidified into a metal ring. As the potion evaporated Voldemort began to speak once more.
"My dear child..... tonight you will be desecrated, invaded , and reshaped by the will of your Master-- my servant." With that he gestured to the stirring form of Severus Snape. Wormtail mumbled a new spell that caused a sphere of light to encircle her and Snape.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A tingling in the palm of his hand hauled Snape into consciousness . Years of self control were all that kept Snape from groaning aloud. He pushed himself up, ignoring his agonized nerves flickering with the aftershocks of Crucio. What he saw drove a shard of fear into his heart. A collar was fastened around Miss Granger's neck.... with his double 'S' insignia blazoned on the front.
"Look girl, your unwilling Master is waking-- do you think he will be your savior? He is your DESTROYER." Severus hauled himself to his feet, his eyes widened as he noticed the sphere of light that surrounded him. His eyes widened,
"NO!!" shouted Severus.
At this, Voldemort cocked his wand, and exclaimed, " Anima Coalescere*!"
************************************************************************
Vocabulary
*Relegatio Voluntatis: literally from Latin means a binding of ones will. ( is anyone else jealous of Hermione here ?? )
*Anima Coalescere: another Latin translation, meaning the unification of two souls. (see told ya you would be jealous!)
Any feedback would be loved and adored. Regardless I will still update. I really really want to thank all of you who did review, you opinions were much appreciated. To the girls, and few lurking guys (joke) at WIKTT, I hope this chapter did not have too many SS/HG cliches. Once more to my amazingly patient, wonderful beta Darklyng. I could have never ever gotten this done with out you!! A big hello to Honey666!!! Also if there is any particular way you would like this fic to lean (other than the prerequisite ss/hg romance): angst, drama, ect.. tell me so in your review. 'Cause the options are endless!!
always,
Xan
