Chapter 39: When A Huntress Stalks Her Prey
{A/N:...Enter The Bellatrix...Again...This is a re-post.}
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Warning: Sexual Content ahead
Snape's Sitting Room,Spinner's End, Cokeworth, England, Muggle World...
Angry amber eyes burned into the already tormented mind of Severus Snape as he lied in the center of his childhood home's sitting room. His half naked pale form surrounded by numerous empty bottles of firewhiskey and muggle drink alike. The apparent sting of committing a vile act such as murder had only increased it's potency as Snape did his best to escape the memories of that fateful night his life with Hermione crumbled before him. Her rage that night had no doubt been justified but her fury had been the least of his worries. The hurt behind her amber eyes was more than palpable given the nature of his betrayal in accordance with her very Gryffindor sense of justice. He had not expected anything less to be honest. Giving in to the numbness of the drink in his system, Snape closed his obsidian eyes once more.
He had only been out for a hour or so, but it wasn't a surprise to The Potions Master when Bellatrix LeStrange came strolling into his rather disheveled home. Numerous empty bottles of firewhiskey littered the floor as The deranged witch pushed her way into the open door that lead inside the impoverish sitting room. It all had gone according to Dumbledore's obviously ingenious plan, The Dark Lord had been over-joyed when Severus Snape was revealed to have been the one that ended the miserable old coot's life. Draco Malfoy was forgiven for his folly, only because he was Snape's godson. Lucius Malfoy was released from Azkaban as promised although, he had been a shell of his former self at the time. He still kept his promise and survived the ordeal at any cost. As further indication of Snape's new found favor with the despot, The Dark Lord and his minions vacated Malfoy Manor and ventured into a more suitable headquarters.
An old rundown war fort known to the muggles that formerly inhabited the place as The Fortress of Solitude. It had been a good deal out of The Order of Phoenix and The Ministry of Magic's way and provided the perfect place of refuge for the numerous unruly breakouts from Azkaban. With the departure of The Dark Lord from Malfoy Manor, the shaken family struggled to get back to comfort zone. Lucius had been rattled by his imprisonment and remained merely a broken trophy for The Dark Lord to brandish whenever he saw fit. Every death eater worth their mark knew all too well that the only reason the Malfoy family remained intact was due to Severus Snape's efforts. They didn't hesitate to rub that fact into the face of the once prominent general of The Dark Lord's forces.
Since Malfoy Manor was abandoned, and The Malfoy family resettled in, Severus Snape had not been seen at the dark lord's table in weeks. It had merely been the beginning of Summer following Dumbledore's death and not one death eater saw hide nor hair of Severus Snape since the final revel celebrating the demise of The Dark Lord's most hated enemy. As if concerned for his most valued follower, Voldemort sent Lucius and Bellatrix to find the possibly ailing wizard for fear of the Order of Phoenix capturing him.
Unbeknownst to them however, Severus Snape had been hold up in his old family home seeping in liquor and sorrow. He truly believed that Hermione couldn't possibly hate him anymore than he had hated himself given that he had betrayed her trust and . Bellatrix had been the first to go see him. Glamour charms did wonders during the death eater meetings but to see the dour wizard unshaven with his raven hair down to his shoulders and unkempt was quite the shock for the witch.
"Snape." said Bellatrix as she ventured into the darkened house.
There was no sign of life other than the numerous bottles that littered the ground.
Bellatrix happened upon a pale mass with raven hair lying naked amid numerous empty bottles.
"Snape?" she said stunned.
At the mention of his surname Severus shifted some clanking a few of the bottles together as he did. He rolled over and looked at her, looking so very much like the boy she use to know than he might have realized.
"Have you come to peck at my liver retched harpy?" asked Snape devoid of all emotion. "I must warn you...it's been a bit over worked as of late."
Bellatrix sighed not at all amused by the sorry sod before her.
"If you are done wallowing in self pity, Half-Blood...The Dark Lord and Lucius have been looking all over for you." the annoyed witch informed The Potions Master.
"I'm not hard to find." replied Snape not bothering to sit up in the presence of company.
"That is precisely the problem." said Bellatrix. "What have you gone and done to yourself now half-blood?"
There was blood tricking from one of his exposed pale arms.
"Nothing." replied Snape not even bothering to cover it up.
He sat up and managed to get rather shakily to his feet as he made his way over toward Bellatrix.
"You are pathetic." said the deranged witch. "The great slayer of Dumbledore wallows in self pity because of some Mudblood bitch."
In a surge of rage Snape grabbed Bellatrix by the throat and slammed her into a nearby wall. His obsidian eyes flaring in rage beyond words as he glared at her. She didn't seem all that impressed despite the grip he had on her neck.
"What have I told you about that word?" he asked in a dangerous tone.
Bellatrix let out a moan instantly aroused by the hate in his eyes and the danger in his tone.
"Mud...blood...bitch." said the deranged witch slowly and deliberately.
In an instant she felt his grip tighten around her neck and she arched into him involuntarily. Snape hissed when he found himself on the receiving end of her exploring hands while they fished his newly exposed cock from his trousers. As per the usual with the deranged witch, his cock seemed to have a mind of it's own given the company it found itself in. Annoyed beyond reason that his body still craved the warm depths of this soulless bitch before him while his heart screamed for the comfort of his wife and the look of acceptance behind those familiar amber eyes.
Snape lessened his hold on Bellatrix hissing once more as she continued to softly stroke his wayward cock in the open air. His own pale hand taking hold of her wrist as she held him.
"Stop!" he demanded not at all hiding his rage but not successfully conveying his disgust at her touch.
Bellatrix scoffed at his light hearted attempts to remain faithful to a mudblood witch whom obviously didn't want him.
"Why, so that you can continue pining for a mudblood that so obviously doesn't want you?" she asked narrowing her chaotic dark eyes at him.
"I told you..." began Snape as the older witch continued to run her lengthy fingers along the ridged pole in the form of his cock.
"You act as if it hasn't happened before." said Bellatrix as the rage from his attempted rejection seemed to seep from her every pore. "Once more you have offended the delicate sensibilities of some mudblood Gryffindor bitch and she's left you so low one could barely recognize you in favor of yet another Potter."
"Enough!" shouted Snape pulling her hand away as he adjusted himself neatly tucking his half-erect cock back into his trousers.
He dared not allow Bellatrix to know that his mind had been traveling along those same dark roads and most painful of memories.
"When are you going to understand that you belong to me?" asked Bellatrix still very much annoyed by his hesitation. "What is it going to take Half-blood, yet another child being born with the Potter name with the witch you are so called in love with?"
Rage erupted in Snape as the images of what Lily had done following his heat of the moment insult, the look in Hermione's eyes had not been so unlike hers back then. The thought of Potter or Weasley touching her continued to make his blood boil within his veins. Once more Bellatrix approached him letting her hand trail along his increasingly engorged cock. Before Snape knew it, Something dark in him responded to her vile touch and she scarcely managed a blink before he had her forced against the wall spelling away her clothes and pinning her legs apart to force his lean pale form between them.
"Yes." said Bellatrix loving the attention she was getting from her former lover.
She slapped him across the face for good measure.
"Fuck me insolent half-blood!" she said tightening her legs around him.
Snape had been so blinded by his rage that he hardly noticed when he forced his way inside the wanton witch thrusting with reckless abandon. His face twisted in a nearly permanent snarl as he beat her against the wall. It was a page taken directly out of his now deceased abusive father's book, the boy Severus had happened upon the scene at the age of seven and it stuck in his mind ever since. His fear of being like Tobias a constant reminder of just who's blood flowed into his veins.
"Pureblood wanton bitch." said Snape increasing his thrusts.
Bellatrix dug her fingernails into the exposed flesh of his pale back hard enough to draw blood. Snape had not seemed to care as he continued to pound viciously into the wanton witch.
As he continued to have his fill of Bellatrix he had not been surprised when the coldness in him only increased. Slowly every aspect of himself was beginning to ice over. Snape knew who and what he was without being told. He was the unlovable, the scum at the bottom of everyone's shoe, the sinister presence that kept people awake from their nightmares.
He was a death eater,
A servant of The Dark Lord.
A notorious murder.
The despicable wizard who bedded his own student and took the life of the beloved Albus Dumbledore.
They were coming for him.
He had no illusion to the contrary.
He was as good as dead already for the sins he committed.
Bellatrix was the final nail in his proverbial coffin.
Bellatrix was the harbinger of his well plotted doom.
Bellatrix was the last witch he had ever expected to bed before his miserable life came to an end.
The deranged witch continued to moan in pleasure that made him sick to his stomach. He had hated her. With every fiber of his being he hated this deranged wanton whore. Yet his cock would always respond to her. She had been screwing him since he was a boy and it seemed that nothing had ever changed.
Snape continued with his violent thrusts. Bellatrix had not been put off by his rage. In fact she loved him for it. Every hard stroke and violent jolt she seemed to fall more and more in love.
"Yesss." she hissed in utter bliss. "Fuck me half-blood."
Snape groaned as they went from the wall due to his hard thrusts to the floor in a heap of tangled sweat and sex. He had landed on his back amid the bottles cutting his arm on one but it did nothing to stop them from engaging in their act. The sight of blood seemed more a turn on for the deranged witch then anything. She rode him with abandon as he hissed in mind numbing pleasure from her carnal experience.
The Potion Professor dug his fingernails into her pale thighs leaving his share of marks and drawing blood. It seemed to intensify Bellatrix's passion as she rode him harder as if he had not been human at all but an inanimate object designed specifically for her pleasure. Snape did not mind the pain if he indeed felt any as he raised his hips in a bid to thrust upward into her.
"FUCK!" shouted Bellatrix losing herself in the madness that they were caught in.
She had wanted this for so long.
So many nights waiting until she could have him once more.
Until he was back between her pale thighs where he belonged.
She clawed at his exposed pale chest as she continued to ride him. Snape let out a series of guttural groans as they continued. This was the real him. The wild and untamed version who no longer had to be mindful of a soft young body filled with inexperience. The death eater who's only reason for this act had been purely selfish pleasure seeking.
He did not make love.
He did not feel love.
He simply took what he wanted and moved on to the next encounter.
Nothing ventured and nothing gained except temporary physical satisfaction.
He had not know how long it had been with them like this before he felt her release and the subsequent pull of his own from him. Naked and exhausted Bellatrix collapsed onto him. They remained locked in this way for what seemed like a few minutes before they both dosed off in sweaty mounds of pale flesh onto the empty bottle ridden floor of his childhood home.
It had been near dark when Snape awoke to angry shouting that sounded like a mob had gathered outside his door. The Potions Master had been groggy as he pushed his newly heavy body up into a sitting position and groaned from the latent pain that filled him. He was getting far too old for binge drinking. It was time to find a new outlet.
Snape groaned when he reached his feet noting that his cock had been sore from all the rough play with Bellatrix. He appeared to be getting too old for that as well but what else did he have to look forward to. He could still hear the shouting and it managed to stir an equally naked Bellatrix as well.
"Snape what's the big idea with all the shouting?" she asked as cranky as always upon awakening.
Normally, he would have been amused finding himself waking up next to the shrew but he had not been the one to wake her.
"I have no idea what the cause of all that accursed shouting." he replied easily. "I'm still trying to keep down that seventh bottle of firewhiskey."
"Seventh don't you mean tenth?" asked the bitter witch as she climbed to her feet.
She had been unabashed standing in all her naked splendor before her on-off again lover.
Snape rolled his eyes not caring about his own nakedness.
SNAPE!" shouted the mob outside. "WE KNOW YOUR IN THERE YOU HAVE NO PLACE TO RUN!"
Snape smirked as he recognized the furious voice of one Arthur Weasley.
"You cannot be serious." he said slightly amused.
"COME ON OUT SNAPE!" came the cracking tone of Molly Weasley.
"COME OUT AND FACE US LIKE A MAN YOU MURDERING SON OF A BITCH!" shouted Remus Lupin.
Snape waved his hand procuring a pair of ebony trousers before making his way toward the door. Bellatrix had spelled on her attire as well. She made her way toward the floo while Snape opened the door and stepped out on the front step. He had not cared on way or the other of their collective opinions about him. He could only imagine what the Potter brat had told them. Or Perhaps his dear loving wife, still miffed about their little farewell exchange when she spun her tale of what happened.
Truth be told he had expected as much.
"My mother was no bitch." replied Snape in an emotionless tone. "My father on the other hand was a drunkard but we can't chose who we are born to."
"Spare us the sob story." said an angry Lupin. "We know you murdered Dumbledore."
Snape sighed.
"Have I?" asked he asked in his usual Slytherin manner.
"Don't try that Slytherin grease-ball crap with us." said Arthur irate. "You've betrayed us all!"
Snape sighed.
"And yet you still draw breath." he said in a bored tone. "Perhaps I haven't betrayed you fast enough."
Snape had not seen that the little group was accompanied by none other than Alastor Mad-Eye Moody until it was too late. Before he could get another word out Mad-Eye was on him.
"Crucio!" shouted the gruff Auror.
Snape found himself crumpling to the ground as pain wracked his lean body.
"Crucio!" shouted Moody once more as Snape began to spasm in agony.
The rage had not left the faces of the his former allies in the Order of Phoenix.
"Crucio!" shouted Moody once again not letting up as he intensified the curse. "How do you like that Snape!, It's more than what you deserve after what you did to Albus!"
Snape's vision had begun to blur and his breathing became labored. White hot pain radiated all throughout his body. As the curse intensified his mind took him back to the amber eyes of a certain bushy haired witch. Blood began to pour from his ears, nose, and mouth as he convulsed beneath the brunt of the curse.
He had nearly lost consciousness when he caught sight of The Malfoys right along with Bellatrix coming to his aid. Lucius looked like walking death but he held his wand firm against those that attempted to murder his little brother. The Order of Phoenix members backed away but didn't depart.
Furious, Moody set forth a dragon made from Fiendfyre. It swallowed Snape's entire house burning everything he owned to the ground. The Malfoys, Bellatrix, and Snape had escaped through the floo but the damage to Spinner's End was irreparable. The Order of Phoenix had been satisfied that they had Snape on the run. He had no where to go and had very little support despite his position with Voldemort. The Malfoys were as good as finished due to the lack of money and resources.
It was only a matter of time before the war finished them outright.
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New Death Eater Headquarters, Unknown location, Wizarding World...
News of the cowardly attack on Snape at his home in Spinner's End surged through the death eater ranks until it got back to The Dark Lord himself. Outrage seeped out of every scaly pore on the despot. He ordered the immediate taking of both the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts. To further establish how enraged he had been about the attack on his right hand general and adviser, he ordered the werewolves to attack The Burrow. He wanted vengeance for what the Order of Phoenix did to Snape.
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The Burrows, The Weasley Residence, Wizarding World...
Hermione had not known how to take it when news of what Mad-Eye Moody did to Snape at Spinner's End hit. While the others cheered and jeered about Snape's possible destruction at the hands of one of their own, the bushy haired witch had been less than thrilled. She sat alone trying to sort out her complicated feelings for the man that had still been her husband.
It was hard to get passed Snape the death eater. Snape the evil bastard that tormented her and her friends for years and killed Dumbledore without a hint of remorse.
But then she would think back to Severus , her husband. The man caught in the middle of a long and demanding war. The man who risked his life day after day to save people who did not care a lick about wither he lived or died. A man who's scared body was a reminder of just how much he was sacrificing to keep everyone else safe and happy.
Tears streamed down the cheeks of Hermione Granger-Snape as she tried to come to terms with the possible death of her Severus in the wake of Snape's murderous act. It didn't matter how everyone else felt about him. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Severus had loved her. He had said as much even when he did not have to. She sighed wiping away tears and removing all evidence of having any feelings for the man that killed Albus Dumbledore. Wither she wanted to admit it to her self or not, Snape the death eater and Severus, her husband were one in the same.