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(A/N Again paragraphs of italics are flashbacks)

Chapter 2

History.

Katrina winced at the caterwauling. She looked at Dumbledore and was sickened to see him waving his arms and encouraging it blissfully. The other Professors at the table were joining in – some reluctantly, others were playing it for all it was worth (Flitwick was stood on his chair, bouncing up and down spilling his tankard of drink as he swished it up and down). Trying to keep the disgust from her face she listened to the rest of the Hogwart's school song, and looked at her surroundings.

Then suddenly the blood drained from her pale face.

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"Something's wrong." Hermione whispered to Harry as the 1st years struggled through the last bars of the song. Harry, Hermione and Ron were almost always first to finish the song. They hated the sound of their own voices.

"Huh?" Ron was fidgeting with a fork under the table. He had magically bent it to impress the girl sitting next to him and now couldn't flatten it.

Hermione sighed and, after straightening the fork magically, continued. "The new Professor ummm… Professor Phaon. She's gone all white and she's staring at…" The colour went from Hermione's face as she traced Katrina's gaze. "I can't believe it! I simply can't believe it!"

Harry nudged Hermione as her voice became louder in alarm. "What?" He whispered.

"She's staring at Snape!"

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Fay stared at herself in the mirror and sighed in despair at what she saw. Her startling green eyes critically roamed every inch of herself to make sure that she looked respectable. God knows what her father would do to her if she weren't. Her long black hair had been washed and brushed until it shone, then two small plaits had been made from the front two strands and clipped back. Her make-up had been applied carefully, the bright red lipstick accentuating the fullness of her lips and the brown eye shadow and mascara making the most of the green eyes and good looks she had inherited from her mother. Her hands smoothed down the red dress she was wearing.

The Chinese-style red silk dress reached her ankles. When she stood still she was at least covered up, however when she moved, the large slits that reached up to the top of her thighs almost flashed her knickers, to remain decent she would have to take small steps. The long sleeves reached to the small bracelet she wore on her wrist. The dress also had a heart-shaped hole over her chest so, although the neckline of the dress was high, it showed off her generous cleavage, and the silver necklace with a ruby heart attached that matched her silver bracelet.

"Like a slutty lamb to the slaughter." She murmured bitterly to her reflection.

~*~

"Do you want a drink?" Evaristus Devlin offered the man in the corner. His face turned into a hideous sneer. "Or are you remaining sober for when the fun begins."

Evaristus was in his study with the man. There was to be a big party in celebration of the recent actions of the Death Eaters. They had discovered the hiding place of some mudbloods and after brutally torturing them, they had been killed.

Evaristus had other plans for the party. He had been waiting for a young pureblood man to be in Voldemort's favour for some time now. And here he was.

The man in the corner remained silent.

"I have a special surprise for you later on this evening." Devlin took off his outer coat, leaving his custom made black robe with red threads running up and down it. The sleeves of the robe were cut up to his elbows so every time it moved you could see the dark mark on his arm. He poured himself a drink and sat down.

"Our Dark Lord has been very impressed by you, and I have to say that I am too." He motioned to the other chair next to the fire in the dark study, and watched the young man as he sat down.

The young man nodded arrogantly.

"Like I said I have a surprise for you. The others will be arriving shortly. If you want it then you are to socialize with them – but only for a while. When everyone has arrived, and after you have greeted them your surprise will be waiting here." Evaristus smiled, but it looked more despicable than friendly.

"I guarantee you won't be joining us for the rest of the evening…"

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Fay waited nervously in the study. She knew exactly what she was to do. Her mother had made sure of that before she joined the orgy that occurred every week.

"You are to be whatever he wants you to be. You are to become his mistress, and if you are good enough, his bride." Her voice slurred slightly with the amount of alcohol she had drunk.

Fay wiped her hands on her dress. She knew the type of people that her father hung around with. Murderers, rapists. She shuddered at her imminent fate.

She walked across to the corner of the room and sank down to the floor.

The door clicked open. It was time.

A man entered the room. He didn't see her because the room was dark and the corner, full of shadows. She took the time to scrutinize him.

At least he was young, unlike many of the men her father would have forced upon her. He had a long black robe on that hid most of his body. It was cut in a way that hid his figure, so she couldn't see if he was muscled or flaccid. He had stringy black hair that looked as if it needed a wash, and a hooked nose. His eyes looked black in the darkness as he inspected the room.

Seeing nothing in the study he turned to go.

Knowing that her father would punish her severely, and that she would only delay the inevitable she stood up slowly.

"I…" Her voice cracked and she swallowed. "I believe you are expecting me."

The man turned slowly and focussed his assessing gaze on her. His eyebrows lifted. "Am I?" His voice, although quiet, was deep and almost caressing. She shivered under his gaze. He appraised her with his eyes.

He walked towards her, stopping when he reached the table with a tray of bottles on it. "Drink?" He offered.

"Yes." She tried to make her voice sound seductive. The fear was slowly being replaced by a gnawing anxiety and a feeling of excitement.

He held out a glass towards her. In her eagerness to get the alcohol she took a large step towards him, and then stopped as the material of her dress stroking her thighs held his interest. Trying to make smaller steps so she wouldn't show him her knickers, she accepted the drink. His fingers caressed hers as she took the glass from his hand.

"What's your name?" She blurted after quickly swallowing the large glass of brandy he had given her.

His eyebrows raised in surprise as she held out her glass for more. He took the glass from her, and swallowing the drink he had made for himself he led her over to the chairs beside the fire.

"Severus. My name is Severus Snape." He told her.

"Oh, I'm Fay." She didn't drink often. In fact she never drank because her mother was an alcoholic. This may have explained the dizziness and the uncontrollable feeling she had. "Severus suits you doesn't it? I mean you are kinda severe and your name is Severus…" She trailed off.

Feeling cold she pushed herself off the chair and sat on the rug on the floor beside the fire. She could feel his gaze still burning into the back of her head.

She turned around and edged closer to him. She was sat at his knees, her face at the same level of his chest. If she had been sober, she would have been mortified to know that he had a direct view of her breasts through the heart opening in her dress. Her eyes widened as she saw the darkness of his eyes.

He growled suddenly, and lunging for her he imprisoned her lips with his. His hands cupped her breasts, and stroked them. Then moved around to hold her back as he lowered her onto the rug. His tongue slid between her lips and probed her mouth harshly. His hands had had enough of her chest and moved downward to the slit in her dress. He broke off the kiss long enough to look at her.

She sat up slightly and run her hands up and down his chest. It wasn't flabby at all, I t was muscular. He obviously kept fit. She ran kisses all over his face, but he pushed her down onto the carpet.

"Severus!" She shrieked.

She floated down to earth as he stood up. "Where are you going?" She asked.

He turned around to her. His eyes were dead. "I'm missing the party, and so are you."

She frowned at him, pushing at her dress to cover herself. "But…?"

"Evaristus chose a good one." He said sardonically. "Where did he find you?" He marched over to her and held her face, there would be bruises there in the morning. "I'm surprised any woman would voluntarily offer herself to any of these people. How much is he paying you to bed me?" He asked digging in a pocket and retrieving a wad of money.

She slapped away his hand from her face and stood up.

"You've misunderstood him." She laughed harshly in his face. "I wasn't a gift for you. You were a gift for me. I'm his daughter Fay Devlin. You're the prospective son-in-law."

Severus looked at her, his blank expression turning into one of fury. "What?"

"You heard me." The alcohol was wearing off and she became sober.

His eyes narrowed menacingly and he stalked from the room.

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"Professor Phaon?" Dumbledore asked her again. "Is the food okay? You haven't touched a thing!"

She retreated from her past suddenly. "I'm not feeling too well. If its okay with you I'm just going to go to bed early."
Dumbledore looked at her in sympathy. "Of course my dear. I shall tell the others not to bother you."

Katrina left the hall in a state of shock and fear. She only felt marginally better when she reached her room and put a lock on her door.

"Severus Snape!" She gasped to herself, and sunk onto her bed.  Then something occurred to her.

"Does Albus know he was a Death Eater?"

Her heart sunk. She couldn't ask Dumbledore without drawing his attention to her past.

She stood up and made her way to the bathroom. Her hands gripped the sink as she stared into the mirror. "I don't look like her. I don't look like her." She repeated to herself.

She was violently sick into the sink then looking at herself again she decided to keep an eye on Severus.

She cleaned the sink magically and gargled to get rid of the unpleasant taste in her mouth, and then she headed to bed.

She still couldn't admit to herself her greatest secret.

She had felt a wave of excitement looking at him.

A/N

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