Chapter 59: Bordered Obsession
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Bellatrix Black, formerly LeStrange stood in the center of a vast field. Her face pale and resembling porcelain as she took in the scent of wet earth that surrounded her. Her hair had still been a wild mess but became more white than black as of late. A possible outward sign of her decent into madness. Snape had been the only man she had ever loved despite her callous treatment of him in the face of the dark lord. She wholeheartedly believed that they might have had a chance at a life together if it had not been for Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Angered beyond belief Bellatrix broke into Snape's resting place, she had figured that all had not been right in terms of his death. The irony that the very witch that he had not wanted anything to do with had been the first to notice the strangeness and that his beloved Hermione had not was not lost on Snape. He awoke in a foul temperament. With quick thinking Bellatrix put his body under stasis in a bid to preserver him.
Snape had been quite annoyed that he had been trapped with Bellatrix. He couldn't enter his body without the use of magic and it required a good deal of it to power the spell. At first Bellatrix had been more than cooperative until she discovered that he had every intention of rejoining Hermione and their son. Snape had not liked the idea of using the dark spell to begin with but he had little choice given that Potter was an idiot and he was going to die. The Potions Master decided the alternative wasn't bad. Not if it meant a chance to see his wife and son again.
Bellatrix entered her secret hiding place with a wide smile spread across her pale face.
"Hello Severus." she said sweetly as she strolled over toward the dour wizard's body.
Snape glared at her from where she had his spirit bound at the wrists with magical fetters and had him unable to venture off, blocked by a magical shield generated and sustained by her magic.
"Get the hell away from my body." snapped the enraged Potions Professor.
Bellatrix smirked as she trailed a finger along his leg and moved toward his inner thigh. Snape rolled his eyes at the obviously pointless exercise. He couldn't feel anything without his soul and she couldn't get the reactions he wanted if he couldn't function.
"I saw that little half blood brat of yours today." she said with a look that would have sent an icy shiver down his spine if he could have felt it. "Looks nothing like the Mudblood though...apparently your genes did a number on him."
"Fuck you, Bellatrix." said Snape annoyed beyond pleasantries.
He had still be upset that his latest attempt at contact with Hermione had failed.
The deranged witch simply cackled.
"I would imagine that to be very difficult considering your current position." she replied amused. "But if one were to make certain concessions I could in fact, fuck you Snape."
It was Snape's turn to be amused if not out right sarcastic.
"Always figured you for the necrophiliac type Bellatrix." said Snape annoyed.
The deranged witch smirked.
"It wouldn't really be necrophilia with you not actually being dead." said Bellatrix with the same smirk. "Then again I much prefer you at your best before I force you back between my thighs where you belong."
She seemed to settle for stroking his sallow pale cheeks in an affectionate like manner.
"What is this a fucking petting zoo?" asked Snape not at all appreciating her gesture.
Angered by his ungratefulness she slapped him hard causing his head to turn at the force of the blow and then return back to it's original state. The blow left a rather large red hand print across his face and she looked to be quite shocked that it did. In a bid to make amends she kissed him softly in apology.
It was more than unnerving as he watched Bellatrix kiss and touch him and not be able to feel any of it nor could he stop it.
"Bellatrix." he said. "Why are you so keen on having this come about your way?"
The deranged witch sighed and stepped away from the dour wizard's body taking care to cover him up and apply a stasis spell in a bid to preserve him.
"How can you ask me that?" she asked.
Snape wasn't looking to go delving into the past. He simply wanted her to leave his body alone.
"I do not wish to be bound to you witch." he said losing patience once again.
"You have no choice in the matter." said Bellatrix annoyed herself. "I honestly don't see why you're being so apprehensive, you've been hopping your pale ass in and out of my bed since you were 17 now some little Mudblood tart comes along and suddenly you're too good for me?"
Snape rolled his eyes.
"She is my wife." replied the Potions Master. "And you will not call her that."
"That Mudblood tart was just another available route to more trim and you know it." said Bellatrix. "She wouldn't know the first thing in how to handle you or your more...adverse appetites."
"She wouldn't have to." replied Snape bitterly.
"Of course not darling." said Bellatrix. "Because once I find a way to reunite you with your body, you'll be with me...and you will be grateful."
Snape refused to speak to her any more turning his attention to staring at the far wall in a bid to ignore the deranged witch moving about the cramped space researching book after book on spell from the dark arts.
He had to try and reach out to his wife and son if he was to interrupt the binding process. There was no way in hell he had gone through all the trouble to be killed by Potter just to end up bound to Bellatrix LeStrange when all he wanted was to get back to Hermione and be there for Phaeron like his own father had never been there for him growing up.
Being at peace with his young family was all Snape had wanted during the darkest days of the war. The one desire he had above seeing Voldemort's fall that had nothing to do with vengeance or malice of any kind. The closest thing to a normal life if Hermione wished to stay married to him when the new Ministry of Magic took over and Fudge's corruption exposed in a bid to over turn the marriage law. He had hoped to marry her properly if she would have him and put all the mistakes of his past behind him.
If Bellatrix succeeded in binding him all of that effort would have been for nothing.
The Potions Master resolved himself to try harder to reach them. He didn't care how long it would take so long as he reached them and they managed to interrupt the bonding process. While Snape failed with Hermione there had been something of a link established between him and his son, stronger possibly due to the virtue of their shared blood.
Snape had not like the way Potter Jr. targeted his son. He had attempted to aid the boy by warning him away from Potter's boy but the little brat proved to be as cowardly and twisted as his late grandfather. Snape ended up becoming enraged at the lack of control the young wizard expressed when he tackled Phaeron to the ground and began beating him.
Before Snape knew it he found himself able to feel the blows being rained down upon his son. The blood trickling down his mouth as he looked up into the murderous eyes of another Potter. The flashes of James Potter Sr. and Harry Potter himself came back in violent waves and the Potions Master snapped grabbing Potter Jr. and beating him within an inch of his insignificant young life. Well, that was before Dumbledore stunned him severing the connection enabling Phaeron to regain control and Snape to be ejected from his son's body.
The Potions Master had not known how it had occurred and had very little time to dwell on it before he had to end his attempt at understanding in a bid to beat Bellatrix back to the hid out before she caught on to what he had been up to while he was alone in the darkness of her hide out. She needed to believe that she still held the upper hand and that she was the only one in the world that had known the truth about his survival which at the moment had been true considering his failure to inform both Hermione and Phaeron of the extenuating circumstances surrounding his apparent "death" at the hands or rather wand of Harry Potter.
"Be back in a while, Love." said Bellatrix smiling at him. "I have some more things to acquire for the ritual to restore you."
"By all means don't rush." replied Snape annoyed that her shrill tone spoiled his thoughts.
She simply laughed it off.
"Someone's cranky." she said amused. "Could it be from lack of...attention?"
"Don't do me no favors." said Snape annoyed.
Bellatrix laughed again, the shrill cackle of hers was really further evidence of her apparent madness.
Snape breathed a sigh of relief once she was finally gone and contented himself to redoubling his efforts to reach out to his family.