Disclaimer: sigh If only I had a time turner, and could go back and own them. But, I don't, so they still belong to J.K. Rowling (aka God). :P.
A/N: Oooh gets darker now. Somebody's in trouble!
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Snape winced inwardly as he felt the familiar burning on his left forearm. He sighed and stood up and walked into his office, but not without a slight haste to his stride. He grabbed a heavy black cloak and a silver mask from a hidden compartment in one of the many closets in his cramped office. He was not looking forward to this meeting.
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Severus Snape willed himself to gather himself from the damp grass. He barely got onto his knees before a cold voice called "Crucio!", knocking him to the ground. He took in a heaving breath and put his hands to the ground, shakily pushing himself up from the grass. On the inside, he felt so weak that the cool breeze could have been enough to push him over, but he would never let that show. The Dark Lord did not appreciate weakness, and showing weakness in front of him was a certain death.
The caster opened his mouth to utter another curse but a foreboding black figure hissed "Enough Malfoy. I want explinations, and I can't very well get them if he's dead."
The Dark Lord turned to Snape and glared cooly at him. "Start talking." His voice was rasping, and it pained Snape just to listen.
Snape straightened, though he kept his head hung low in respect twords the Dark Lord. "My Lord, the old fool requested it, and I could not refuse. I was given an ultimatum, in terms."
"Dumbledore.." the Dark Lord made the wizard's name sound like a horrible curse. "I should have known he would have gotten involved in this." his reflective snake-like slitted eyes glanced around his circle at the death eaters gathered there. He took in a slow grating breath and confinued "Proof that even mistakes can prove useful. Dumbledore will trust you, as will the girl, which is more than Malfoy could have ever achieved." at those last words Malfoy looked indignant. The Dark Lord made a motion, and several death eaters left the circle, leaving Malfoy, Snape and a two others left among him.
"Now Severus, we need to discuss your new role." the Dark Lord drawled. Snape glanced upwards forcing himself to look into those reptillian eyes. "You need to manipulate her, have her wrapped around that finger of yours."
Snape nodded in understanding and said "I can do that." He knew that any sign of doubt would trigger the Dark Lord. "She just needs to given the right incentives." The Dark Lord motioned for him to elaborate. Snape grinned nastily. "Everyone has a weakness sire, including Miss.Granger."
"Mrs.Snape" the Dark Lord corrected. "This could prove to be very well for you, the rewards for your success are high, but do not forget, the price for failure is much, much higher." He flicked his wand once and Snape doubled over in pain. Snape coughed several times, tasting blood on his lips. "Now listen, and listen well, there is no room for mistakes. You will marry the mudblood, and gain her trust in the process. She needs to be obedient to you! And then once you have her, which had better be soon, you will get her pregnant." The Dark Lord stopped for a moment, letting his words absorb into the seemingly broken man before him.
Snape's mind was working furiously. Something was wrong here, they certainly weren't telling him everything. Trust and obedience he could understand, but a baby? What part would that have to play, and of what importance? He finally allowed himself to utter one questioning word "Pregnant?"
He immediately wished he hadn't. "Are you questioning me?!" The Dark Lord acidly spat. "You -will- remember your place Snape! You -will- do what you are told!"
Snape shivered slightly, which went unnoticed. "My greatest wish is to serve you my Lord." he apologized, his voice dripping with sincerity.
The Dark Lord's eyes narrowed. "You will need to rewrite your petition to the mudblood to include the things we discussed."
Snape felt a tinge of irritation. He should have known that the Dark Lord would find out what was in his contract to the girl. "Or course my Lord."
The Dark Lord frowned at him, signifying his obvious distaste. "Go."
Snape knew that look, and he left as quickly as possible, apparating outside of the gates of Hogwarts.
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He stumbled clumsily into the castle, cursing sliently at his weakness. He tried to stand up straight, but he winced in pain. Every breath was torture. No more than I deserve though he thought. He made his way to the Headmaster's office, relieved to not have met anyone on the way. He muttered the password and the gargoyle allowed him passage.
He trudged up the stairs and glanced at the Headmaster, sitting in his chair, looking so serene. Snape slouched into a chair across the desk from the wizard and spat "Well I hope your happy."
The Headmaster raised a single eyebrow as if he was questioning his right to ask that question, which infuriated Snape more. He risked his life for this man, he can act how he damn well pleased. "I assume things went...accordingly?"
"-You- could say that." he took a moment and finished "Miss Granger is safe from Malfoy, for now, I hope. Doing this did not gain me any favor with anyone."
Dumbledore sighed as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "I suggest you go and visit Madam Pomf-"
"I'm fine." he lied, cutting the headmaster off and rising from his seat. He walked to the door and he heard a call behind him, "Goodnight Severus." Snape didn't bother with a reply.
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A/N: I like my Snape mean and nasty. I'm not sure about my "Dark Lord" writing skills. Any comments on that?
Comments meaning "review now!"
A/N: Oooh gets darker now. Somebody's in trouble!
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Snape winced inwardly as he felt the familiar burning on his left forearm. He sighed and stood up and walked into his office, but not without a slight haste to his stride. He grabbed a heavy black cloak and a silver mask from a hidden compartment in one of the many closets in his cramped office. He was not looking forward to this meeting.
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Severus Snape willed himself to gather himself from the damp grass. He barely got onto his knees before a cold voice called "Crucio!", knocking him to the ground. He took in a heaving breath and put his hands to the ground, shakily pushing himself up from the grass. On the inside, he felt so weak that the cool breeze could have been enough to push him over, but he would never let that show. The Dark Lord did not appreciate weakness, and showing weakness in front of him was a certain death.
The caster opened his mouth to utter another curse but a foreboding black figure hissed "Enough Malfoy. I want explinations, and I can't very well get them if he's dead."
The Dark Lord turned to Snape and glared cooly at him. "Start talking." His voice was rasping, and it pained Snape just to listen.
Snape straightened, though he kept his head hung low in respect twords the Dark Lord. "My Lord, the old fool requested it, and I could not refuse. I was given an ultimatum, in terms."
"Dumbledore.." the Dark Lord made the wizard's name sound like a horrible curse. "I should have known he would have gotten involved in this." his reflective snake-like slitted eyes glanced around his circle at the death eaters gathered there. He took in a slow grating breath and confinued "Proof that even mistakes can prove useful. Dumbledore will trust you, as will the girl, which is more than Malfoy could have ever achieved." at those last words Malfoy looked indignant. The Dark Lord made a motion, and several death eaters left the circle, leaving Malfoy, Snape and a two others left among him.
"Now Severus, we need to discuss your new role." the Dark Lord drawled. Snape glanced upwards forcing himself to look into those reptillian eyes. "You need to manipulate her, have her wrapped around that finger of yours."
Snape nodded in understanding and said "I can do that." He knew that any sign of doubt would trigger the Dark Lord. "She just needs to given the right incentives." The Dark Lord motioned for him to elaborate. Snape grinned nastily. "Everyone has a weakness sire, including Miss.Granger."
"Mrs.Snape" the Dark Lord corrected. "This could prove to be very well for you, the rewards for your success are high, but do not forget, the price for failure is much, much higher." He flicked his wand once and Snape doubled over in pain. Snape coughed several times, tasting blood on his lips. "Now listen, and listen well, there is no room for mistakes. You will marry the mudblood, and gain her trust in the process. She needs to be obedient to you! And then once you have her, which had better be soon, you will get her pregnant." The Dark Lord stopped for a moment, letting his words absorb into the seemingly broken man before him.
Snape's mind was working furiously. Something was wrong here, they certainly weren't telling him everything. Trust and obedience he could understand, but a baby? What part would that have to play, and of what importance? He finally allowed himself to utter one questioning word "Pregnant?"
He immediately wished he hadn't. "Are you questioning me?!" The Dark Lord acidly spat. "You -will- remember your place Snape! You -will- do what you are told!"
Snape shivered slightly, which went unnoticed. "My greatest wish is to serve you my Lord." he apologized, his voice dripping with sincerity.
The Dark Lord's eyes narrowed. "You will need to rewrite your petition to the mudblood to include the things we discussed."
Snape felt a tinge of irritation. He should have known that the Dark Lord would find out what was in his contract to the girl. "Or course my Lord."
The Dark Lord frowned at him, signifying his obvious distaste. "Go."
Snape knew that look, and he left as quickly as possible, apparating outside of the gates of Hogwarts.
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He stumbled clumsily into the castle, cursing sliently at his weakness. He tried to stand up straight, but he winced in pain. Every breath was torture. No more than I deserve though he thought. He made his way to the Headmaster's office, relieved to not have met anyone on the way. He muttered the password and the gargoyle allowed him passage.
He trudged up the stairs and glanced at the Headmaster, sitting in his chair, looking so serene. Snape slouched into a chair across the desk from the wizard and spat "Well I hope your happy."
The Headmaster raised a single eyebrow as if he was questioning his right to ask that question, which infuriated Snape more. He risked his life for this man, he can act how he damn well pleased. "I assume things went...accordingly?"
"-You- could say that." he took a moment and finished "Miss Granger is safe from Malfoy, for now, I hope. Doing this did not gain me any favor with anyone."
Dumbledore sighed as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "I suggest you go and visit Madam Pomf-"
"I'm fine." he lied, cutting the headmaster off and rising from his seat. He walked to the door and he heard a call behind him, "Goodnight Severus." Snape didn't bother with a reply.
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A/N: I like my Snape mean and nasty. I'm not sure about my "Dark Lord" writing skills. Any comments on that?
Comments meaning "review now!"