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oww just got my top retainer argh, stupid ortho. And choc peanut butter ice cream is really yummy no matter what anyone says...
tianz: THANX SO MUCH!!!! Lol u were my first review!
Jill: thank you too lol and well the torture will stop soon, Dumbledore will come into play, and well we wont see much of harry yet sorry...but i was thinking of Lupin coming into the story to help out. And for Voldemort, well we talked about this earlier lol I never directly say about the ahem "pleasure", snape well he's a spy and he has his reasons to be coldhearted I mean you see him like this everyday at Hogwarts, but don't worry we shall see him warm up later...oh and that thing u said about making the words italic doesn't work
ScHiZo_gUrL 05: HAHAHAH! Thanks for the review jan! the thing about the head gave it away completely, and yes I will try to continue this unlike other stories that have been forgotten.
Suzanne: lol I am going to try and continue so u have something to look forward to
Enahma: thanx for ur review I'm glad I got some criticism to help improve. Yes I know the chaps are a bit short. i was thinking of combining some of them, and don't worry I know it seems confusing but hopefully everything should be explained in the next few chapters. And I did give some insight to what she looked like in earlier chapters maybe I was to subtle, but so far she's got short black hair with 2 electric blue streaks on both sides of her face (think of Rogue from x-men lol), really pale blue eyes, red lips and extremely pale skin.
Disclaimer: just use and abuse
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Dementors' Sacrifice: Chapter 7
"Something must be done..." the headmaster trails off muttering something more under his breath.
"There is nothing to be done," Severus retorts, "the girl will either join as a death-eater, or most likely die. I still do not see why you have so much concern for her-"
"She is not a normal girl, Severus, even you can see that clearly, but your disdain of telepaths is blinding you."
"Are you implying that she can be trusted?"
"No Severus, I already know she is trustworthy. I have watched over her since she was a small child. I have taught her all that she would know. Everything up until her fifth year studies, when they disappeared."
"What do you mean by disappeared Albus?" The potions master inquired.
"Simply that, it had appeared that she and her guardians had vanished off the face of the planet. I tried using every means necessary to find them but to no avail. I believe the Fidelius charm was behind the matter."
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I cannot comprehend why the Headmaster is just telling me this now, in bits and pieces. There is something he is not telling me. It is probable that he will bring it up at a most inconvenient time. I am not looking forward to it.
I lean back in the armchair; he rises from his, paces in front of the roaring fireplace, and sighs. All in all, I do not know what to do about the girl. Whether or not Albus wants me to sacrifice my position as a spy, or rather find someone else up to the suicidal mission that waits. Unfortunately I am to await his answer, for the Dark Mark begins to burn under my cloak. The headmaster realizes this and ushers me to leave. He knows what I am to do there and leaves me with the words:
"Try to be gentle..." Gentle, Ha, not in front of the Dark Lord, not when my life is on the line, but I do have some advantages in this round. The serums I use on the victim can be laced with a healing potion if necessary. I have yet to figure out if this is doing them any good though, keeping them alive longer than needed to endure more torture. I sigh; I suppose Albus would have my head if I didn't try to help the girl.
And here I stand once again. In the same room, in front of Voldemort, awaiting the order to begin round 3. The girl is being dragged in the room shackled to the stone wall that is stained with the blood of the countless others that have been in here. She's already started crying before being brought in. 'Foolish girl!' A part of me wants to yell 'don't you know that's what they want! To know that your full of fear and in pain' another part of me wishes to yell at myself. She is only a child after all.
"Begin" the Dark Lord hisses. I step forward and she cringes; I then take a thin vile from my cloak, and pour it down her throat. It is not that hard considering how weak the girl is already, or perhaps she has been broken already. I start off with a simple anguish serum. Stepping back the potion begins to take effect. She struggles once more against her chains and begins to whimper. Seconds later it is in full effect and she is screaming much to the Master's delight, till it wears off and she is breathing heavily.
The Dark Lord holds up his hand before I administer another potion.
"What is your decision?" He hisses. The girl head is down and squeezes her eyes closed. Tears begin to form on her eyelashes, but she refuses to speak.
"Speechless my dear? Pity...you had plenty to say when you first arrived." I hear Lucious laugh behind me. He leans against the mantle of the fireplace, looking rather bored at the moment. Then Voldemort turns back to me, looking quite livid.
"Continue"
Next potion. This one laced with a healing draught. She struggles against me this time, trying to stop me from opening her mouth. The potion isn't very friendly and unfortunately the taste is fairly horrid so it is no surprise she vomits most of it onto herself. No matter, it had enough time to spread throughout her system. The gods only know what she will see.
This is one of the Dark Lord's favorites. It allows the victim to live out their worst fears, while he watched the anxiety and horror of the victims face. I loathe this potion, how ironic that it is I who created it. No doubt there will be a day when it is used on me. Looking upon the girl, I see her face has lost all remaining color, the vivid blue eyes wide open. Pure terror is playing upon her face. Eventually it fades and I continue to play, each potion becoming more gruesome than the last. Finally I only have one left, I will be able to leave and crawl back into my dungeons.
I announce to him that this is of his benefit; he already knows what I speak of though and looks rather bored at the thought. This potion has been in use too much throughout his reign of terror. 'Good spare the child the humiliation.' Meaningless thoughts, for he endows the pleasure upon Lucious.
"I have had enough fun with the girl; Lucious..." He draws out, "I believe a reward is in order for your little raid yesterday." Lucious smirks at this. The Dark Lord speaks of the raid of a small muggle community, they killed the entire village; thankfully I was unable to attended.
"My Lord, serving you is reward enough..." I am surrounded by stale flattery continuously. And the times I am forced to comply, the indulging thought of slitting my throat comes to mind. The Dark Lord waves his wand, signaling 'just go already' I force one last potion down the girls lips. The ruby red color has drained completely from them.
She struggles once more, but as the potion takes over her body she stills. The shackles release her. The girl falls to the floor and tries to push herself up. Lucious comes forward, and motions for the two others that wait outside the cell. They grab her by the arms pull her up and once more I am forced to look into her eyes. The ones I have been avoiding the whole round for they are rather disturbing. They are too bright with sadness and pain, and I hate her now for I was forced to do that.
Oh yes... The potion? A simple passion serum Lucious would have needed to stop taking the potion I developed for this to work. It works on the desires of the other partners thoughts. In other words, Lucious could force to girl to perform any act that would "pleasure" him.
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The girls POV
They drag me into the same room from before and I think the same men as before are here not to mention that monster is also present. Before I know it, the murderous voice hisses for them to begin my torture. A man steps forward. His stride is familiar, could this be Severus? The same man who began round 2? Oh god it must be. His long slender hand reveals a potion vile from the inside of his sleeve. I cringe a little. Part of me is dying to feel liquid poured down my throat, I haven't had anything to drink for a rather long period of time, but I know nothing good could come from vile he has.
He is able to pour it in my mouth quite easily. I am really tired, I mean I can barely support my self up against this wall if it weren't for the chains I'd be lying on the floor. Damn him, the potion is thirst quenching. I'd almost wish for more if it weren't for a numbness that is beginning to spread throughout my system. Its starting to feel colder and colder until its so cold it actually burns. I think I'm screaming? I don't know...the only thing I'm thinking of is the pain. I whimper a little cause it began to wear off, and I'm slumped once again trying to find my breath. As if I was feeling the effects of a large bucket of ice water that was poured on my body.
Before the black figure can give me another potion, that bastard holds up his hand and comes towards me. Asking what I decide. Decide? Now I'm confused. I can't bear to look into those scarlet bloodshot eyes so I squeeze mine shut. What do I decide? I can't take this! I want to start crying again. To just crawl into a hole and disappear. I had been very good at being ignored before; I wonder what went wrong...
He speaks again. Mocking that I had plenty to say before. That to confuses me. It wasn't me I want to scream. Something took me over in those brief moments. It was as if I had been bottling up that anger my entire life. But I can't put that into words. No one will listen to me; no one had ever listened to me. Well at least no one during the past year. I can't seem to remember anything beyond that. The reason? Hmmm...I suppose I can thank my so-called guardians for what they did...
Oh no. The man comes forward once again, another vile in his hand. I try to struggle against him this time. But he manages to force it down my throat once again. For christ's sake! That was the most revolting thing I have ever tasted in my life. Needless to say: I couldn't really hold it down. I would be embarrassed, but I feel like I'm floating. The room is becoming darker though, a little hazy too. The shackles are dissolving from my wrists and ankles. There's someone in front of me. Is this another trick? I know this person! But from where? Who cares! They embrace me. I needed that. God they're so warm. I could cry I'm so happy...but-
But something's not right.
The figure pushes me to the ground. Gets up and turns their back on me.
"No! Don't leave me alone" Did I really say that? "please..." I beg them.
"You deserve to be alone. You are nothing. You are here for only reason, and then will be tossed away. Forgotten once again." The voice is sharp and cold. It hurts me more than I could've ever thought. And then the figure disappears. The room fades completely to a black void.
"NO! Wait!" I scream. My voice is only an echo. No one can hear me. I truly am alone. I want to rip my heart out. I want to run but I can't move. The chamber fades back into view. The round continues more potions. More pain. I scream. I cry. But pain can't compare to what I felt previously.
Because I know its true.
This final potion is different. I feel lightheaded. I can't really move. And...I don't know how to describe it. I have to do something though I need to please someone or else something bad will happen. It's sickening my heart beats rapidly, and my ears feel like their stuffed with cotton. The men are speaking, but I can't really hear them. Then I am released from the chains. Led back not to my cell, but to a rather elegant bedroom. Where I am thrown on the bed to await another torture. This one private.
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"Round 3 tomorrow...I grow weary of her persistence" The dark Lord hissed to his fellow Death Eaters.
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ai-ya lol I like saying that sighs I finished this chapter finally lol yea It gets confusing since this isn't already written down it's a work in progress people! But since it's the summer and I have nothing better to do, maybe I'll be quicker about the next one. Also sucks b/c it's short
oww just got my top retainer argh, stupid ortho. And choc peanut butter ice cream is really yummy no matter what anyone says...
tianz: THANX SO MUCH!!!! Lol u were my first review!
Jill: thank you too lol and well the torture will stop soon, Dumbledore will come into play, and well we wont see much of harry yet sorry...but i was thinking of Lupin coming into the story to help out. And for Voldemort, well we talked about this earlier lol I never directly say about the ahem "pleasure", snape well he's a spy and he has his reasons to be coldhearted I mean you see him like this everyday at Hogwarts, but don't worry we shall see him warm up later...oh and that thing u said about making the words italic doesn't work
ScHiZo_gUrL 05: HAHAHAH! Thanks for the review jan! the thing about the head gave it away completely, and yes I will try to continue this unlike other stories that have been forgotten.
Suzanne: lol I am going to try and continue so u have something to look forward to
Enahma: thanx for ur review I'm glad I got some criticism to help improve. Yes I know the chaps are a bit short. i was thinking of combining some of them, and don't worry I know it seems confusing but hopefully everything should be explained in the next few chapters. And I did give some insight to what she looked like in earlier chapters maybe I was to subtle, but so far she's got short black hair with 2 electric blue streaks on both sides of her face (think of Rogue from x-men lol), really pale blue eyes, red lips and extremely pale skin.
Disclaimer: just use and abuse
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Dementors' Sacrifice: Chapter 7
"Something must be done..." the headmaster trails off muttering something more under his breath.
"There is nothing to be done," Severus retorts, "the girl will either join as a death-eater, or most likely die. I still do not see why you have so much concern for her-"
"She is not a normal girl, Severus, even you can see that clearly, but your disdain of telepaths is blinding you."
"Are you implying that she can be trusted?"
"No Severus, I already know she is trustworthy. I have watched over her since she was a small child. I have taught her all that she would know. Everything up until her fifth year studies, when they disappeared."
"What do you mean by disappeared Albus?" The potions master inquired.
"Simply that, it had appeared that she and her guardians had vanished off the face of the planet. I tried using every means necessary to find them but to no avail. I believe the Fidelius charm was behind the matter."
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I cannot comprehend why the Headmaster is just telling me this now, in bits and pieces. There is something he is not telling me. It is probable that he will bring it up at a most inconvenient time. I am not looking forward to it.
I lean back in the armchair; he rises from his, paces in front of the roaring fireplace, and sighs. All in all, I do not know what to do about the girl. Whether or not Albus wants me to sacrifice my position as a spy, or rather find someone else up to the suicidal mission that waits. Unfortunately I am to await his answer, for the Dark Mark begins to burn under my cloak. The headmaster realizes this and ushers me to leave. He knows what I am to do there and leaves me with the words:
"Try to be gentle..." Gentle, Ha, not in front of the Dark Lord, not when my life is on the line, but I do have some advantages in this round. The serums I use on the victim can be laced with a healing potion if necessary. I have yet to figure out if this is doing them any good though, keeping them alive longer than needed to endure more torture. I sigh; I suppose Albus would have my head if I didn't try to help the girl.
And here I stand once again. In the same room, in front of Voldemort, awaiting the order to begin round 3. The girl is being dragged in the room shackled to the stone wall that is stained with the blood of the countless others that have been in here. She's already started crying before being brought in. 'Foolish girl!' A part of me wants to yell 'don't you know that's what they want! To know that your full of fear and in pain' another part of me wishes to yell at myself. She is only a child after all.
"Begin" the Dark Lord hisses. I step forward and she cringes; I then take a thin vile from my cloak, and pour it down her throat. It is not that hard considering how weak the girl is already, or perhaps she has been broken already. I start off with a simple anguish serum. Stepping back the potion begins to take effect. She struggles once more against her chains and begins to whimper. Seconds later it is in full effect and she is screaming much to the Master's delight, till it wears off and she is breathing heavily.
The Dark Lord holds up his hand before I administer another potion.
"What is your decision?" He hisses. The girl head is down and squeezes her eyes closed. Tears begin to form on her eyelashes, but she refuses to speak.
"Speechless my dear? Pity...you had plenty to say when you first arrived." I hear Lucious laugh behind me. He leans against the mantle of the fireplace, looking rather bored at the moment. Then Voldemort turns back to me, looking quite livid.
"Continue"
Next potion. This one laced with a healing draught. She struggles against me this time, trying to stop me from opening her mouth. The potion isn't very friendly and unfortunately the taste is fairly horrid so it is no surprise she vomits most of it onto herself. No matter, it had enough time to spread throughout her system. The gods only know what she will see.
This is one of the Dark Lord's favorites. It allows the victim to live out their worst fears, while he watched the anxiety and horror of the victims face. I loathe this potion, how ironic that it is I who created it. No doubt there will be a day when it is used on me. Looking upon the girl, I see her face has lost all remaining color, the vivid blue eyes wide open. Pure terror is playing upon her face. Eventually it fades and I continue to play, each potion becoming more gruesome than the last. Finally I only have one left, I will be able to leave and crawl back into my dungeons.
I announce to him that this is of his benefit; he already knows what I speak of though and looks rather bored at the thought. This potion has been in use too much throughout his reign of terror. 'Good spare the child the humiliation.' Meaningless thoughts, for he endows the pleasure upon Lucious.
"I have had enough fun with the girl; Lucious..." He draws out, "I believe a reward is in order for your little raid yesterday." Lucious smirks at this. The Dark Lord speaks of the raid of a small muggle community, they killed the entire village; thankfully I was unable to attended.
"My Lord, serving you is reward enough..." I am surrounded by stale flattery continuously. And the times I am forced to comply, the indulging thought of slitting my throat comes to mind. The Dark Lord waves his wand, signaling 'just go already' I force one last potion down the girls lips. The ruby red color has drained completely from them.
She struggles once more, but as the potion takes over her body she stills. The shackles release her. The girl falls to the floor and tries to push herself up. Lucious comes forward, and motions for the two others that wait outside the cell. They grab her by the arms pull her up and once more I am forced to look into her eyes. The ones I have been avoiding the whole round for they are rather disturbing. They are too bright with sadness and pain, and I hate her now for I was forced to do that.
Oh yes... The potion? A simple passion serum Lucious would have needed to stop taking the potion I developed for this to work. It works on the desires of the other partners thoughts. In other words, Lucious could force to girl to perform any act that would "pleasure" him.
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The girls POV
They drag me into the same room from before and I think the same men as before are here not to mention that monster is also present. Before I know it, the murderous voice hisses for them to begin my torture. A man steps forward. His stride is familiar, could this be Severus? The same man who began round 2? Oh god it must be. His long slender hand reveals a potion vile from the inside of his sleeve. I cringe a little. Part of me is dying to feel liquid poured down my throat, I haven't had anything to drink for a rather long period of time, but I know nothing good could come from vile he has.
He is able to pour it in my mouth quite easily. I am really tired, I mean I can barely support my self up against this wall if it weren't for the chains I'd be lying on the floor. Damn him, the potion is thirst quenching. I'd almost wish for more if it weren't for a numbness that is beginning to spread throughout my system. Its starting to feel colder and colder until its so cold it actually burns. I think I'm screaming? I don't know...the only thing I'm thinking of is the pain. I whimper a little cause it began to wear off, and I'm slumped once again trying to find my breath. As if I was feeling the effects of a large bucket of ice water that was poured on my body.
Before the black figure can give me another potion, that bastard holds up his hand and comes towards me. Asking what I decide. Decide? Now I'm confused. I can't bear to look into those scarlet bloodshot eyes so I squeeze mine shut. What do I decide? I can't take this! I want to start crying again. To just crawl into a hole and disappear. I had been very good at being ignored before; I wonder what went wrong...
He speaks again. Mocking that I had plenty to say before. That to confuses me. It wasn't me I want to scream. Something took me over in those brief moments. It was as if I had been bottling up that anger my entire life. But I can't put that into words. No one will listen to me; no one had ever listened to me. Well at least no one during the past year. I can't seem to remember anything beyond that. The reason? Hmmm...I suppose I can thank my so-called guardians for what they did...
Oh no. The man comes forward once again, another vile in his hand. I try to struggle against him this time. But he manages to force it down my throat once again. For christ's sake! That was the most revolting thing I have ever tasted in my life. Needless to say: I couldn't really hold it down. I would be embarrassed, but I feel like I'm floating. The room is becoming darker though, a little hazy too. The shackles are dissolving from my wrists and ankles. There's someone in front of me. Is this another trick? I know this person! But from where? Who cares! They embrace me. I needed that. God they're so warm. I could cry I'm so happy...but-
But something's not right.
The figure pushes me to the ground. Gets up and turns their back on me.
"No! Don't leave me alone" Did I really say that? "please..." I beg them.
"You deserve to be alone. You are nothing. You are here for only reason, and then will be tossed away. Forgotten once again." The voice is sharp and cold. It hurts me more than I could've ever thought. And then the figure disappears. The room fades completely to a black void.
"NO! Wait!" I scream. My voice is only an echo. No one can hear me. I truly am alone. I want to rip my heart out. I want to run but I can't move. The chamber fades back into view. The round continues more potions. More pain. I scream. I cry. But pain can't compare to what I felt previously.
Because I know its true.
This final potion is different. I feel lightheaded. I can't really move. And...I don't know how to describe it. I have to do something though I need to please someone or else something bad will happen. It's sickening my heart beats rapidly, and my ears feel like their stuffed with cotton. The men are speaking, but I can't really hear them. Then I am released from the chains. Led back not to my cell, but to a rather elegant bedroom. Where I am thrown on the bed to await another torture. This one private.
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"Round 3 tomorrow...I grow weary of her persistence" The dark Lord hissed to his fellow Death Eaters.
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ai-ya lol I like saying that sighs I finished this chapter finally lol yea It gets confusing since this isn't already written down it's a work in progress people! But since it's the summer and I have nothing better to do, maybe I'll be quicker about the next one. Also sucks b/c it's short
