Disclaimer: Non of the characters you recognise from JK Rowling Harry Potter series belong to me I just borrowed them. I am no way near as talented!
Author's note: Okay this chapter is a bit evil.. No wait very evil! It's nasty and evil and definitely not what you would expect. I'm sorry! *sobs*
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How far can fear take you?
Snake Eyes
He couldn't believe what he had just seen? He should have known.. Should have known! It made perfect sense, why hadn't he spotted. He felt so stupid. He was running full pelt down the secret passageway to Hogsmeade from the dungeons. What if she followed, she must have known everything. If she followed now he would be done for and she... She would be dead as well.
This was going to make everything worse. There was a loud buzzing in his ears, how cold he felt, why was he running. He didn't know what was happening anymore, she'd lied to Dumbledore, to the students, to everyone who she knew. All because of that man, and the thing that hurt the most was that she had betrayed him. It wasn't something he could explain but he knew that she wasn't honest with anyone, it tore him up. How could she do it? He had always respected her and this, it was low and down right wrong. But he should have known, she had all the characteristics and the killer instincts, she was a brilliant teacher and extremely skilled. He continued to the cliffs by the shore running as fast as he could not wanting to be followed by anyone.
The mark was burning on his arm, he knew what he must do, partly in panic and partly in anger he disapparated outside the Riddle House. He then knew She wasn't following, his stomach twisted at the thought of where he was going, he held his head up and walked into the rickety old building. He looked at the walls when he walked in, the plaster beginning to come off of them the whole place smelt rancid, Severus closed his eyes as he opened the doors to the main room where Voldemort stood waiting for him. The unusual thing however was that he was the only one there, Voldemort's red eyes flashed a different pigment and glowered at Severus' panicking expression as he ran fourth.
"There is an Auror at Hogwarts!" Snape flung himself before Voldemort's feet who laughed at his cowering form.
"What is his name?" His voice became more of a hiss.
"She... Her name is Raine Stark!" Snape trembled breathing deeply.
"Ah yes Miss Stark," he mused, slowly scratching into the old worn chair with his right hand's index finger. "What an enchanting young troublemaker she is," the tone in Voldemort's voice showed he cared none for this bit of news.
"Pardon my Lord?" Snape's already shaking voice turned to a rasp upon hearing how Voldemort could already know her.
"The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. She is just the most useful spy I have managed to control yet," he laughed like a hissing snake - in the same high-pitched way he had always laughed - and extended the right hand out towards the shadows. "Step forwards if you will," Snape wasn't sure whom Voldemort was talking to, he had believed to be alone with him. But out of the very spot Voldemort's long pale finger was pointing to, a fully cloaked Death eater stepped into the light. Immediately the familiar sweet smelling perfume hit Snape's nasal system like a kick in the teeth.
"My Lord?" A deep voice said, it was forced depth however he had noticed, he recognised it immediately but stayed silent out of fear.
"Remove your hood," Voldemort said pointing his wand at the clothing.
"My Lord," the voice said pulling the hood down to reveal a dull-eyed woman whose face had none of Raine's normal characteristic. She seemed so lifeless - like a zombie. Snape couldn't believe the situation he was in.
"That is not Stark," he struggled to say with his voice shaking worse than before. What was she doing here?
"Remove your Robes," Voldemort's voice grew quieter and softer. At once she dropped them with no resistance. It is Raine. No, how could it be? Raine's eyes were duller than usual - they were blind and unblinking. Now that the robes were off, she was revealed to be wearing the tight fitting black dress Snape had seen once before when he had walked into her office not that many months ago. "I believe you have seen this before…?" Voldemort mused once more getting out of his chair and approaching the silent figure. He smoothed his bony white fingers across her left cheek and smiled. Slowly he moved them down past her neck, running them onto her gentle bosom. Voldemort hummed a little with pleasure, before turning away from her and seating himself back in his chair in front of the still, kneeling Snape. While the Dark lord's back was turned Snape could have sworn Raine had shivered all over. Though she looked to be just as gone as ever as her eyes continued to stay blank. Voldemort ordered her to put the robes back on.
"How?" Snape tried to pretend as if he didn't care, but his voice came out as a disbelieving whisper, and his shocked eyes remained on hers.
"She will carry my heir," Voldemort spoke up suddenly, enjoying the sight of her delightful shape.
"My Lord," Raine said as if it were the only thing she could say.
"Where are the others my Lord?" Snape couldn't look away, but forced an evil grin to show he was enjoying himself. "They should know that our master has decided to take a bride."
"I haven't though," he snapped glowering with his red eyes burning. "You will take this woman and produce me an heir," he proclaimed pointing again at Stark with his wand. She did not move.
Snape's voice was finally silenced. This was…Just, unthinkable…How could he produce an heir to the most evil wizard to walk the earth? How? If he really had to do it, why with her? He couldn't betray her like this. Never.
"I don't believe that it would be right my lord," he staggered to say, failing completely to soften the master of evil. He kept his head low and waited for a reply. Voldemort carefully looked at him and laughed quietly.
"Weak as always," he whispered patronisingly into his ear, his head shot up. "Raine - take this fool. Do as I command!" He hissed. Automatically Raine approached Snape who was staring with wide, horror struck eyes and shivering with disbelief at what was happening to him. She grasped his robes and forcefully lifted him from the stone floor. The windows clattered open and slammed repeatedly against the walls, sending a gale of wind from the thunder dark sky into the room. The force of it blew through Snape's thick robes that looked like giant bat wings, the hood from Raine's head fell to let the ties fly from her hair sending it billowing out around her. Still her eyes were blind and showed no sign of recognition. Then Snape felt himself being lowered a bit so that he could feel the floor through the tips of his toes, Raine's eyes flashed clear for an instant and she very nearly gasped with the effort of holding him up, it seemed she hadn't expected this at all. Snape watched fearfully into her dark pupils and felt himself getting lost with her soul. A tiny sapphire spiral was rising up through the pool of blackness until it had taken over the whole pupil spinning and spinning more and more, faster and faster until it was a complete moving blur. Then it was lights out for Snape.
His eyes went soft and weak under her spinning stare. The spirals in her eyes were hypnotising him. He smiled innocently like a schoolboy before taking her strongly in his arms, pulling her closer to him so that their noses touched. His eyes took on the sinister glow that hers had taken, the hypnotism made him like her – a walking, unthinking zombie. He grinned cruelly and held her so tight that Stark seemed pained. But she had no chance now to get away, not with Voldemort watching, so she closed her eyes and felt his lips upon hers, and let him carry on kissing her with such passion she would never had imagined he could be capable of.
"Very good Raine." Voldemort hissed watching them, shifting slightly in his chair.
"Go and do as I have commanded," he whispered, digging his finger once more into the arm of the chair. Snape was gone, he began to lean slightly over her, supporting her with his hand pressed firmly on her back. Voldemort spoke up again, this time slightly harsher. "I thought I could leave this to Lucius seventeen years ago, but clearly I was mistaken in my choice. Do not disappoint me my little treasure."
Snape broke off and took her arm firmly. She stood loyally by his side and let him lead her quickly out of the horrible stare of Voldemort, who was quietly laughing triumphantly as he slouched down into his large chair and imagined the future that was soon to be his…
She was thrust through a doorway into a cold room, she tripped and fell back off a floorboard onto a decaying carpet that was laid squarely around a large four-poster bed. Snape entered with angry lust burning in his eyes, he did not slow in his efforts to pick up the struggling figure off the floor,
"No!" She screamed, but no matter how hard she tried she could not weaken him.
"Snape! Snape stop!" She struggled more ruthlessly, not caring where she was kicking him. He threw her down onto the dusty bed like he wasn't even hearing her screams.
"Severus...Severus please Listen to me! You're under mind control! Snap out of it!" She started slapping him round the face. It seemed to make him stronger and more determined to take her, he grabbed her wrists and forced her to submit, he held her down with the rest of his body "No!" Was her muffled cry as he slapped his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Her worst nightmare had become a reality, this was something she couldn't get out of by using her strength. This previously thought to be a weak man was overpowering her like she was nothing, she had taught him the moves over the last three months, now he was proving their worth in this madness. Raine stared up past his head and wished with all her last hope that she was somewhere else, he wasn't Severus Snape anymore, never could he do something like this to her, never…
She was still struggling with her hands and legs trying to force him away as he fought his way closer. She felt the burning on her hand as she felt a colossal energy build up within it, the energy was burning her flesh. His robes were undone and she clenched her fist to try to relieve the pain at the same time as her back arched causing her shoulder blades to meet and then with an enormous scream she thrust the flat burning palm onto his chest knocking herself out, and causing him what she thought would be extreme pain. All that she saw was the light leading a spiral into an explosion.
It was the last thing on her mind as she passed out not wanting to be herself anymore. Release me. Let me go, all I want is death and nothing more, take me away. She woke with a start next morning. Her robes were partly open and he was led by her side almost dead. She sat up and shifted herself away speedily before kicking him off the dusty bed onto the floor, he fell with a gigantic thump before she kicked him again tears in her eyes streaking down her pale face. She kicked him again and again before he made any sound. He groaned and spluttered she thrust her foot into his stomach again and again. Eventually he let out a loud groan and she looked down at him.
"You'll not remember any of this!" She shouted vindictively drawing her wand ready to curse him. She stopped and looked down at him. It was true he wouldn't remember and all she would have to do would be to kill the child within her and everything would be okay, but she couldn't and she couldn't kill him either. "Kill me!" She screamed into the morning sun rise falling to her knees in the large window that lay open, before curling up in tears as the light ripped its way into the dusty room.
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Author's note:
I.C. Fire
Email me if you want some explanation as to why it turned evil and stuff... silver_shadow54@hotmail.com I swear I will reply.
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