Anti-Litigation Charm: I do not own this is in any shape or form. If you recognise it I definitely don't own it. If you don't recognise it the Goddess only knows which rock my muse dug this out from under.
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1. I refer to Hermione as Mya throughout as one of my odder muses decided Hermione was too much of a mouthful and wanted something shorter.
2. This is set during the trios sixth year. Therefore, Mya is of legal age in the U.K where Hogwarts supposedly is set, and I believe she is of age in the Wizarding World as well.
3. This is mostly canon, though I dislike the prophecy and will probably change it, I dislike Ron and he will suffer at various points.
4. Hermione's parents were attacked during the summer, while she was away at relatives. Voldermort has designated her a Level One Target this means death eaters responsible for her death or defection to the darkness get promoted.
5. She is not adopted. She is Muggleborn, but will go under a series of transformations that led to her being thought to be pureblood.
Chapter Two.
The two of them sat opposite each other over a cauldron of slimy looking green stuff, which reminded Mya suspiciously of polyjuice. Snape was actually being quite nice. He was chopping and preparing the ingredients as she asked for them, to a degree of finesse that no mere student could have hoped to achieve.
S.S [Miss Granger. I have been permitted by both of my 'masters' to offer you an apprenticeship with me. However I suggest that if you accept said position we wait to file until we have concocted your new persona.
M [I would be delighted to accept sir. I am honoured you would suggest it. Though if I may make a suggestion?]
S.S [Very well Miss Granger.]
M [Why not have me make the lineage potion as my entrance potion? Exceedingly difficult and tricky, and you could use it to make ridicule of me.]
S.S [You will make a Slytherin yet Miss Granger.]
M [The potion merely needs to simmer for forty-eight hours now sir.]
S.S [Well done Miss Granger. Now back to other things…]
The Slytherin moved to her side of the cauldron and drew her into his arms, plundering her sweet mouth. [You are mine Miss Granger, and I will claim you…] Mya began to fight back, her tongue playing with his, duelling for dominance. [Claim me if you can sir, but call me Mya when we use snake tongue sir.]. [You are on Miss Gra … Mya]
The normally reserved potions master lifted her on to his waist. Reflexively she wrapped her legs around his waist. With a slight smile, that on a lesser man would be considered a grin, he carried her into his carefully decorated private quarters.
As they slept their consciousnesses were claimed by a deity and drawn into a dreamscape. When Snape saw who was in the dreamscape with him as well as Mya, he bowed to the stranger. "Lady Vox. I am honoured beyond belief." He risked a glance out of the corner of his eye, only to see that Mya had prostrated herself correctly…
"Rise children, and walk with me." She took them through a series of increasingly horrific visions, and then into a calm silvery room.
"I am sorry I had to show you that but that is the future I saw. The only way I could make it even a little better was to do this." With a lunging motion she took Mya by the throat, biting her and draining of her blood. Wiping her mouth, she put her wrist to her mouth and slit. Holding it over Mya's mouth. Severus could only watch in astonishment as the eldest vampire, so old, so powerful that she was considered a goddess by those who knew of her, sired his lover. As the blood dripped into Mya's mouth Lady Vox chanted in an ancient language he truly did not recognise.
A brilliant light formed over her chest and plunged inwards. As it did so Severus realised that the Lady had switched back to English "… and so I return your soul to you that you may be cleansed of the curse I placed on the others. Bring your children to me daughter and I shall cleanse them to, and this extends to your lover on his wedding night."
Mya twitched and sat up woozily. She began to speak in the old tongue. A silver shape, the mark of the triple goddess formed over her, as she too shifted back to English. "… And like you too mother I ascend to a higher plane and I swear my spirit to the service to Her." The mark came gently to rest on her forehead. "And I understand she forgives me for what I must do, for sometimes the shadows are the safest place to and hide and sometimes the dark is where you can do most good."
Mya struggled to her feet and bowed her head to the Lady Vox. She leant on Severus and he returned the earlier favour. "Daughter I understand what you are about to do, but instead of trusting the potion it would work for a mortal but you have just joined the ranks of the immortals allow me. Which bloodlines to you wish to be descended from?"
But it was Severus who spoke for her. "Salzaar and Rowena. After all she certainly has the characteristics of the esteemed founders."
Lady Vox smiled. "I believe that would be possible with a few twists of fate. You would be an extremely beautiful child my daughter. There is a lot of Veela and enchantress in those blood lines." The shadowy woman chanted in the ancient tongue and Mya could feel a prickly sensation all over. The dream faded.
They awoke lying side by side. Mya cradled in his arms. The hair in his face though was no longer brown and curly, but black and silver, and straight. Extracting himself from her arms he sat on the edge of the bed. Gently he rolled Mya over. Her features had changed dramatically, but he could hazily see the old Mya underneath. Her face had changed, becoming more like a Veela's in shape, but her eyes were a brilliant blue much like the Dark Lord's had been before his transformation.
He ran his fingers over her forehead feeling the mark of the triple goddess although he could not see it. "Awake and arise child of Vox." Mya stirred and then winced as she opened her eyes to look into Severus's obsidian orbs.
"That dream scared me, my Heart's desire." He kissed her on her forehead. She reached up and pulled him down after snaking her hand behind his head and running it through his hair. "What ever my form I take I still will love you my Heart's Own. The soul's return to your body allows you to examine it at your leisure, and in mine I saw you, always and forever to be a part of me." She kissed him roughly, becoming the consummate dominate Veela. Releasing him he sat on the edge of the bed [I think my love you should start the lineage potion.] Mya smiled, and edged herself to the side of the bed.
Unfortunately Voldermort chose that moment to call.