Disclaimer: I don't Own Harry Potter. Big surprise. WARNING! THIS IS NOT A
HAPPY CHAPTER! Mentions of rape, bondage and torture. I know! I don't like
it either, but . . . it IS the deatheaters I'm writing about here.
Cruel faces staring down dispassionately as he was thrown in front of their Lord. The searing pain as if his skin on his arm was being torn off with hot pincers and then dipped into boiling oil as the mark was placed upon him. The leather straps digging into his wrists and ankles. The rising dread as he was presented, bound and gagged as a "Gift" For loyal service. #############################################################
Severus shot up in unfamiliar surroundings a choked cry making it's way past his lips. Suddenly Dumbledore was there, arms open and Severus buried his head in the old man's robes, inhaling the comforting scent of peppermint and soap. But he did not allow tears, tears were a sign of weakness, he did not indulge in them. They had said, they'd never seen him bleed or cry. They had seen his blood flow that night, but he would not let them see his tears. It had been two weeks since that day and he'd been to 6 more meetings, but he always awoke with that memory fresh in his mind. He held in a gasp of pain as the headmaster's fingers brushed his back. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
Dumbledore frowned slightly. "Let me see your back." He felt the hands clutching his robes clench tighter. "No." "Severus." The tone was gentle but the command was there, stern and unyielding. Snape let out a shuddering sigh and nodded curtly. Noting the pains the acceptance had cost the boy the headmaster turned the shivering teenager around, tenderly lifting up the flowing shirt. His breath caught in his throat and for a moment a haze clouded his vision, and he finally understood the phrase, "mad enough to kill". His hand hovered over the letters, intertwined, carved into the flesh of Severus's back, the scars pink and swollen with newness. "Who did this boy?" the words were no more then a whisper, but the young spy heard them clearly. "I . . . I can't tell you yet, maybe . . . when I have more information." The voice was completely calm, if a tad breathy. "Sev-" "No, headmaster. Not now, please."
The old gentleman let his hand drop and carefully brought the shirt back down, careful not to let it chafe on the young mans wounds. Severus stood up, but did not turn back around. "I need to go back to the dorm. The other students think I'm serving detention. They'll get suspicious if I don't return soon." Dumbledore remained kneeling on the floor, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. "As you wish. See to your back." Another nod and the student strode out of the room. For several minutes the headmaster sat there on the floor letting tears trickle down his wrinkled face. He knew the letters would haunt him for a long while, he had no need to ask whose initials they were. LWM : Lucius Windirk Malfoy. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
I stare at the book on the table in front of me attempting to ignore Sirius's attempts to get my attention. Finally a hand clamps down on my shoulder and spins me 'round. "In God's name Remus! What is your Problem?!" I manage, barely, to hold back a snarl, "You are, Black." The shock and hurt in his eyes nearly makes me apologize, and then I remember; Severus's wide frightened eyes, the group at the bottom of the stairs. And hearing from one, Minerva McGonagall, That she had heard from a Hufflepuff who had taken a fall off his broomstick that Snape had been in the hospital wing with a broken nose, a black eye and a split lip. Mister Keldar had let him keep some of the black eye as a deterrent from fighting. This makes my eyes narrow.
"You just HAD to try something didn't you? You couldn't leave well enough alone." Sirius draws back like he's been burned. "Rem, He's a SLYTHERIN, they are the scum of the school. WHY are you worried about him?!" I clench my teeth, and count to ten before answering. It doesn't help much. "Because he's my Friend." His back stiffens and his eyes flash dangerously. "Then I guess your friendship doesn't count for much." I can only open and close my mouth indignantly as he stalks out of the common room. I then feel that I am being watched and whirl around to face the rest of the Grifyndors. "What are you looking at?" Suddenly the room is a-buzz with to loud chatter and forced laughter. I stomp over to the portrait of the Fat lady. "Open up!" The concealed doorway swings open. "No need to be rude!" Her prim and proper voice calls after me as I storm down the hallway. #############################################################
I step over the tripwires, not even breaking stride. If I'm lucky I can get my books and avoid Lucius. The Shrieking stones have moved about again so I have to hop over them, jarring my back and making my bruises ache abominably. I spot my books on the black coverlet of my bed and reach for them, remembering just in time that I had left them in my bag, NEXT to my bed. I stop, and stand as still as I possibly can, quieting my breathing. Straining for any HINT of sound that shouldn't belong. There was the sound off breathing and the restless mutter of the foiled stones as they returned to their regular position. It is the breathing that catches my attention. It is to heavy to be my own. I stand on tiptoe and peer over the bed; I'm almost as tall as Lucius now, to find Alexander Goyle, fast asleep. I let out a soft sigh and snatch my books making a dash for the exit, but before I get more then a few paces a hand clutches my ankle and I fall. My books fly everywhere and I'm sprawled on the floor before you can say whomping willow.
A frighteningly familiar weight settles on my lower back. I see his blonde hair falling into my peripheral vision before he speaks his mouth so close to my ear that I can't help but jump a little. "Well hello, Severus. It turns out that charms has been canceled, and while the others are out enjoying the sun, we could have a little fun on our own." My first response is to refuse, vehemently, I want to get as far away from him as possible. My back throbs as he shifts, and I am reminded of my status . . . and my obligation to Dumbledore. I take a deep breath and manage to force the words out without choking on them. "I am yours to command, Master." _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
AN: Eek. This one kind of flowed, sorry for the long wait but My computer is icky.
Cruel faces staring down dispassionately as he was thrown in front of their Lord. The searing pain as if his skin on his arm was being torn off with hot pincers and then dipped into boiling oil as the mark was placed upon him. The leather straps digging into his wrists and ankles. The rising dread as he was presented, bound and gagged as a "Gift" For loyal service. #############################################################
Severus shot up in unfamiliar surroundings a choked cry making it's way past his lips. Suddenly Dumbledore was there, arms open and Severus buried his head in the old man's robes, inhaling the comforting scent of peppermint and soap. But he did not allow tears, tears were a sign of weakness, he did not indulge in them. They had said, they'd never seen him bleed or cry. They had seen his blood flow that night, but he would not let them see his tears. It had been two weeks since that day and he'd been to 6 more meetings, but he always awoke with that memory fresh in his mind. He held in a gasp of pain as the headmaster's fingers brushed his back. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
Dumbledore frowned slightly. "Let me see your back." He felt the hands clutching his robes clench tighter. "No." "Severus." The tone was gentle but the command was there, stern and unyielding. Snape let out a shuddering sigh and nodded curtly. Noting the pains the acceptance had cost the boy the headmaster turned the shivering teenager around, tenderly lifting up the flowing shirt. His breath caught in his throat and for a moment a haze clouded his vision, and he finally understood the phrase, "mad enough to kill". His hand hovered over the letters, intertwined, carved into the flesh of Severus's back, the scars pink and swollen with newness. "Who did this boy?" the words were no more then a whisper, but the young spy heard them clearly. "I . . . I can't tell you yet, maybe . . . when I have more information." The voice was completely calm, if a tad breathy. "Sev-" "No, headmaster. Not now, please."
The old gentleman let his hand drop and carefully brought the shirt back down, careful not to let it chafe on the young mans wounds. Severus stood up, but did not turn back around. "I need to go back to the dorm. The other students think I'm serving detention. They'll get suspicious if I don't return soon." Dumbledore remained kneeling on the floor, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. "As you wish. See to your back." Another nod and the student strode out of the room. For several minutes the headmaster sat there on the floor letting tears trickle down his wrinkled face. He knew the letters would haunt him for a long while, he had no need to ask whose initials they were. LWM : Lucius Windirk Malfoy. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
I stare at the book on the table in front of me attempting to ignore Sirius's attempts to get my attention. Finally a hand clamps down on my shoulder and spins me 'round. "In God's name Remus! What is your Problem?!" I manage, barely, to hold back a snarl, "You are, Black." The shock and hurt in his eyes nearly makes me apologize, and then I remember; Severus's wide frightened eyes, the group at the bottom of the stairs. And hearing from one, Minerva McGonagall, That she had heard from a Hufflepuff who had taken a fall off his broomstick that Snape had been in the hospital wing with a broken nose, a black eye and a split lip. Mister Keldar had let him keep some of the black eye as a deterrent from fighting. This makes my eyes narrow.
"You just HAD to try something didn't you? You couldn't leave well enough alone." Sirius draws back like he's been burned. "Rem, He's a SLYTHERIN, they are the scum of the school. WHY are you worried about him?!" I clench my teeth, and count to ten before answering. It doesn't help much. "Because he's my Friend." His back stiffens and his eyes flash dangerously. "Then I guess your friendship doesn't count for much." I can only open and close my mouth indignantly as he stalks out of the common room. I then feel that I am being watched and whirl around to face the rest of the Grifyndors. "What are you looking at?" Suddenly the room is a-buzz with to loud chatter and forced laughter. I stomp over to the portrait of the Fat lady. "Open up!" The concealed doorway swings open. "No need to be rude!" Her prim and proper voice calls after me as I storm down the hallway. #############################################################
I step over the tripwires, not even breaking stride. If I'm lucky I can get my books and avoid Lucius. The Shrieking stones have moved about again so I have to hop over them, jarring my back and making my bruises ache abominably. I spot my books on the black coverlet of my bed and reach for them, remembering just in time that I had left them in my bag, NEXT to my bed. I stop, and stand as still as I possibly can, quieting my breathing. Straining for any HINT of sound that shouldn't belong. There was the sound off breathing and the restless mutter of the foiled stones as they returned to their regular position. It is the breathing that catches my attention. It is to heavy to be my own. I stand on tiptoe and peer over the bed; I'm almost as tall as Lucius now, to find Alexander Goyle, fast asleep. I let out a soft sigh and snatch my books making a dash for the exit, but before I get more then a few paces a hand clutches my ankle and I fall. My books fly everywhere and I'm sprawled on the floor before you can say whomping willow.
A frighteningly familiar weight settles on my lower back. I see his blonde hair falling into my peripheral vision before he speaks his mouth so close to my ear that I can't help but jump a little. "Well hello, Severus. It turns out that charms has been canceled, and while the others are out enjoying the sun, we could have a little fun on our own." My first response is to refuse, vehemently, I want to get as far away from him as possible. My back throbs as he shifts, and I am reminded of my status . . . and my obligation to Dumbledore. I take a deep breath and manage to force the words out without choking on them. "I am yours to command, Master." _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
AN: Eek. This one kind of flowed, sorry for the long wait but My computer is icky.