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"Severus! You are such a prat! Go away!" Severus bit his lip and tried hard not to cry, still holding the door of the broom closet wide open.
"I'm…I'm sorry Bellatrix, I didn't mean to," he said to the beautiful witch who was held in the arms of a handsome seventh year Slytherin. She was the prime object of Snape's affection. She had long, shiny black hair and piercing grey eyes. He had loved her since his very first day at Hogwarts, five years ago.
"Just go away!" she said piercingly. She stared at him, hard and cold. "Please Severus…just go."
He bowed his head and walked away towards the dungeons, where he found a nice, hidden corner and sobbed like a baby. He held his breath and remained hidden as a few older students walked by. He recognized Narcissa Black, Bellatrix's older sister, was holding a court of several boys, including the popular Lucius Malfoy and his gang. Lucius had his arm wrapped around Narcissa's slim waist. Snape overheard their conversation.
"Narcissa, have you joined the dark lord yet?" Vincent Crabbe said to her.
"Bellatrix and I are going to the meeting tomorrow," she paused, "we tried to convince Andromeda but she just won't go; she's too stubborn…actually too weird. I swear- I'm convinced she is a changeling." Everyone laughed.
"Lucius, dear, when is the meeting tomorrow again?" Narcissa asked.
"Room 3 of the Hog's Head Inn," Lucius responded. "At 10:00." The voices drowned out and Snape heard no more.
Severus was not sure who they were referring to as the "Dark Lord," but if Bellatrix would be there, so would he.
Severus kissed the nape of her neck. She purred softly. He undid the buttons on the back of her simple black dress and pulled it off her slim, emaciated body. Her once beautiful eyes were now dark with shadows and her once fair, even skin tone was now yellow and sallow. Her hair had lost its luster and softness. Her once plump, curvaceous body was now covered in bruises and very thin and fragile. Now, together, they looked regular
Severus sat in the library, late at night with his nose in a book. "Hey Snivellus!" James Potter sneered at him. James was surrounded by his friends "the Marauders" they fancied themselves. There was the handsome Sirius Black, Bellatrix's cousin, the werewolf, Remus Lupin and that little moron, Wormtail, as he was called.
"Oh James! Don't say that! Leave him alone!" the beautiful Lily Evans came into sight and kissed James on the cheek.
"Shut it, you mudblood," Snape said cruelly. Lily looked upset, but tried her best to put on a brave face.
"Don't call her that!" James yelled. He shot a hex straight at Snape's chest, but he blocked it with an effortless flick of the wand.
"If you don't mind me asking," Snape said with a smirk, "what are you doing here at this hour?"
"That's none of your business, Snivellus," Sirius Black said. "What are you doing here?"
Snape ignored them. "Hey James!" he said. Before James could respond, Severus pointed his wand straight towards him and said, "Sectumsempra!" The spell hit James square in the chest and his skin began tearing apart, sprouted blood everywhere. Lily shrieked and James fell to the ground. Lily bent over him and muttered some spell and his bleeding began to slow down. The marauders and Lily rushed him away from the library. Snape chuckled and looked down at the book he was reading.
"Here it is!" he tore the page from a spellbook and shoved it in the pocket of his jeans. He walked out of library and began practicing the new charm.
He later pleasured himself to the vision of distressed Lily Evans. The forbidden fruit.
She kissed him softly down his thin chest. She slowly sucked on his hard on and when he came, she swallowed it straight down her throat. She pulled her head away, leaving a ring of red lipstick around his waning hardness. He kissed her fervently and touched her all over her body. He had not been able to do that since she escaped from Azkaban. They rarely saw each other, and when they did, Rodulphus was usually there.
Severus performed the disillusionment charm on himself and walked straight out of the castle at 9:59. It took him a few minutes to get to the Hog's Head Inn on foot. He passed romantic restaurants filled with lovers. Severus hated Valentine's Day, it made him sick. He groaned and walked into a rowdy bar filled with drunken witches and wizards. Feeling at home, he climbed up the back stairs and lifted the charm. He walked along the corridor towards room 3. Oh no! He thought to himself as he heard Bellatrix screaming. He ran towards the door and burst it open with his wand. "Stop!" he cried. Bellatrix sat on a chair clutching her arm. A handsome young man of about thirty stood over her, his wand on her arm.
"Severus?" she said.
"Who are you!" the handsome young man demanded at Snape.
"I…I am Severus. Severus Snape," he said, frightened.
"What do you want Severus?" he asked rhetorically, "to join?" Everyone in the room laughed.
"Who are you?" Severus said.
"I am the Dark Lord. Lord Voldemort," he said defiantly.
"What were you doing to Bellatrix- Lord Voldytort?" Severus demanded.
"It's Lord Voldemort," the man sneered. "Miss Black, would you like to show your friend your arm?" She slowly lifted up the sleeve of her white sweater to reveal a newly formed brand that looked like a skull and a snake.
"What is that?" he gasped.
"It's the dark mark, Snape," she murmured and pulled down her sleeve. "Why are you here?"
"Well Severus Snape, since you interrupted us so rudely, it would only be kind to join," Lord Voldemort said, "Actually I am letting you join." Snape nodded his head. If Bellatrix was doing it, so was he. He walked over to the chair and prepared to be branded. A jet of light hit him in the thigh and he tumbled away from the chair.
"Narcissa first, Severus," the Dark Lord said. Narcissa sat down in the chair while Lucius Malfoy held her hand tightly. She tried so hard not to scream or cry as the Dark Lord branded his mark onto the back of her arm. She bit her lip and her eyes filled with tears.
"All done, Miss Black," Lord Voldemort said. Narcissa got up and Lucius held her close. She breathed heavily, still trying not to cry.
"Sit down, Snape," the Dark Lord demanded. He fell automatically into a chair. The Dark Lord stood over him, wand in hand. He pressed his wand against Severus's arm and he shrieked as he felt like a thousand white hot knives were pressing into his arm. Voldemort lifted the wand off of Snape's arm to reveal a forming Dark Mark.
"Thank me," the Dark Lord demanded. Severus thanked him graciously. He now knew the pain the Dark Lord could cause- and he was attracted to it.
"Its supposed to show you what the Cruciatus curse feels like, we use it on our victims a lot," the Dark Lord explained about the pain felt during the branding.
"I know what the Cruciatus curse feels like, thank you," Severus sneered. The Dark Lord stared Severus straight in the eyes. He nodded with understanding, as if he had read Severus's mind...but he couldn't of- could he?
"Your first mission will be to kill him," the Dark Lord said.
"Kill who?" Snape asked cautiously.
"Your father," the Dark Lord said simply. He laughed at Snape's horror-stricken face. "Calm down," he said. "I killed my father not so long ago. See," he showed him a weathering, gold ring on his finger. "Everyone may leave!" the Dark Lord's smooth voice boomed throughout the room. Severus sped up his step and fell into line with Bellatrix.
"It's Valentine's day, Bellatrix," he reminded her.
"So?" she snapped.
"Well, do you have plans?" he asked her. He was astounded by his bravery and courage.
She stopped short and turned to face him. Her sharp eyes softened and she said, "No," and shook her head.
Severus took a deep breath. It was so easy to be in her presence, yet it made him so nervous. "Do you umm…can you…will you…umm… be my date, Bellatrix?" he stammered out.
"Of course," she said and put her arm out to him. He was relieved that she said yes, but it created a whole new anxious pit in his stomach. He reached for it and she pulled it back quickly. "Sorry, other arm, this is the bad one," he knew what she meant. She extended her other arm towards him. She smiled warmly as he kissed her gloved hand.
He pulled her petite fragile body on top of him. They rolled over together and he slowly, carefully, lovingly entered her. They rocked together in their slow, familiar motion. She moaned and gasped and sighed from the throes of their ancient erotic familiarity. They smiled their odd smiles at each other as she reached the peak of her orgasm.
The odd pair walked through the streets of Hogsmeade late at night. Her hand was softly enveloped in his. Heavy snow began to fall from the starry night sky. They turned to face each other and he kissed her. Her body tensed against his intimate touch and relaxed as his unknowing mouth probed hers. She deepened the kiss and let the snow fall against their faces.
Severus Snape, she thought to herself, Severus Snape.
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