Chapter 78: Jaded Histories

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{"All in all...You're no good...You don't cry...Like you should...Let it go...If you could...When love dies in the end...So I'll find what lies beneath...Your sick twisted smile...As I lay underneath...Your cold jaded eyed...Now you turn the tide on me...'Cause you're so unkind...I will always be here...For the rest of my life..."} What Lies Beneath, Breaking Benjamin

Warning: Sexual Content ahead...

1977-Wizarding World (Pre-First Wizarding War):

Abandoned Muggle Farm, Outskirts Of The Wizarding World...

Swollen clouds of gray filled the ever darkening sky as the winds began to pick up, a sure fire sign of the coming storm. What appeared to be heavy black smoke came billowing down onto the barren farm with only tall golden weeds, and a faded red barn that looked to be in disrepair. The cloud of black smoke had rippled and shifted until the very humanoid form of a 17 year old Severus Snape landed boot first onto the cold hard ground. He made his way into the darkened barn without a word as his obsidian eyes adjusted to the darkness. He tightened his grip on his wand. He had been much too slow however and he found himself thrown through the air and landing rather harshly onto his ebony clad back. Before he could get a word out his wand had been striped from him and his chosen attire right along with it. Bellatrix LeStrange came from the shadows with a triumphant smile upon her face as she looked down at the father of the unborn child that was growing in her belly.

Severus Snape's pale flesh a stark contrast to the darkened barn.

The raven haired younger wizard smirked looking up at the stone expression of his unborn child's mother. Her shapely hips and long powerful legs as she stood before him. He could see the tension in her muscles as she inched forward. His breathing became labored as his obsidian gaze drank in the rest of her naked form.

She had rather large breasts that dangled just so with her movements. Her messy head full of unruly curls pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. Her dark jaded gaze seemed to be fixated on him, though he had not been much to look at but she trained her eyes upon his lengthy exposed cock as an eagle would a snake just before it swooped down upon it.

Severus couldn't help his excitement as she did indeed swoop down upon him her legs straddling his thin waist and bending at the knee on the opposite sides of him. He closed his eyes briefly feeling the heat of her exposed flesh as she pressed her uncovered sex into his thin pale thighs.

He could hear the sound of her own labored breaths as she proceeded to push him down onto the cold hard ground pinning him with her weight sliding her body along his. Severus watched her intently as she pinned his arms above his head working his cock into her warmth with her own free hand causing them both to grown out loud as she did. His heart was beating wildly in his chest as she took all of him in one try. The pressure of her eagerness causing her to tear up momentarily as she continued without any more fuss.

The came the question.

The one she always asked whenever they were together.

"Do you enjoy sliding your cock inside me Half-Blood?" she asked as she began to slid her warm slick core along his aching cock. "Do you enjoy the knowledge that your freakishly large half-blood cock got me pregnant?"

Severus grunted losing himself in the fog of lust that this mad witch was creating in him. He knew deep down what the answer to her questions had been but his pride made him refuse to answer, made him refuse to outright give in to her body's demands as she continued to impale herself upon him.

"Mine." she groaned as she picked up her pace.

Severus could take no more as he took advantage of her loosened grip on his wrists and maneuvered until it had been her back pressed against cold hard ground and he began to thrust into her with reckless abandon. She was the mother of his unborn child. She was the witch who had stated outright that she wanted an exclusive relationship with him despite her apparent marriage to a high ranking death eater...she was the one who wanted to own every part of him for her own selfish keeping.

No one had ever wanted him before.

He had been with Lily before but she chose James.

He had been with Narcissa but she had chosen Lucius.

Now here was Bellatrix choosing him above all others.

He was only a boy, a young half-blood whelp in the death eater ranks. He had no money of his own, nor a home to live in outside that rundown shack Spinner's End which had belonged to his parents before their collective demise...now here he was with a child of his own on the way with a deranged witch no less.

A beautiful, vicious, brutal, power-hungry, Pureblood supremacist witch who made his cock feel like it had bathed in liquid gold once he sunk it into her core. He had not known specifically what drew him to someone he hated with such passion but the heat between them could not be denied and taming it was not an option. The two of them had been like fire and gasoline...a deadly combination even then.

Bellatrix maneuvered until she was once again towering above Severus and he gripped her at the waist thrusting up into the deranged witch for all he was worth. Their collective moans and grunts filling the empty barn were drowned out by the sound of the rain as the storm had reached it's breaking point. Lightning flashed across the sky illuminating the darkness for a brief few moments giving the lovers a good look at each other when locked in the throes of passion.

The scars that lined the body of Bellatrix had gotten Severus Snape's had not known specifically what had been the cause of all the ugly scars that marred the otherwise sensual porcelain flesh of the witch riding him, but he bet it had to do with Rodolphus LeStrange. When one of Snape's lengthy pale fingers smoothly traced on of the scars Bellatrix pushed his hand away and a flash of shame came across her otherwise grim face.

Snape maneuvered until she had her back against the ground again. He pulled back nearly dropping out of her all together as he leaned down kissing her various scars then looked into her dark eyes. He could see the tears stream down her supple pale cheeks as he thrust back into her. His gesture seemed to break down her defenses as she let out a contented moan while the tears kept coming. Snape grunted as he parted his pale lips in a bid to summon further the incantation needed for the spell he had in mind.

""Legilimens!" he said continuing to thrust into the witch below him feeling her body tighten the closer he got to making her reach her release.

{ The cold black eyes of Rodolphus LeStrange seemed to pierce the very soul of Bellatrix as she attempted to gather her tattered dress following the humiliation of being ravaged by Severus Snape, a low level recruit of Half-Blood status. Her husband had been fuming with the all too heavy knowledge that Snape's cock had invaded his wife and what was worse it had been at the behest of The Dark Lord. Of Course LeStrange blamed his wife and her silly little comments as to why this happened, why he was utterly humiliated. He failed to take into account his own failure to locate the key members of The Order of Phoenix as the possible catalyst for such an event and punished Bellatrix accordingly when they reached their estate.

No sooner had they entered the entrance hall, LeStrange paid his wife for her failures by striking her across the face. Bellatrix had been caught off guard by the assault and already weak from what happened to her back at headquarters...}

The tears continued to stream down the pale cheeks of Bellatrix LeStrange as Snape sifted around her mind falling into more of her brutal memories. LeStrange had been drunk in this memory and dead set on "reclaiming" what had been stolen from him. Bellatrix had barely any warning before he stormed into her bedroom.

{The pain from her already bruised back has been nothing as Rodolphus forced her onto the bed they shared as husband and wife. He ripped away her clothes and did little to prepare the battered witch for the brutal invasion he had planned. For her part Bellatrix simply laid there. Her once brilliant and decisive mind shattered by the overwhelming cruelty done to her due to her gender despite her brilliance and spirit. Pureblood or not...she had simply been a plaything because she was born a woman. It became all too clear that her only place in this world was to spread her legs whenever either her husband or The Dark Lord commanded it.

LeStrange had not noticed the light dying behind the vastly becoming jaded dark eyes of his wife as he took her by force. Her chest rose and fell during the invasion as she tried to take her mind away from the agony of her suffering. A memory of herself and her younger sisters in happier times filled her mind...it was a rare treat to see herself, Andromeda and Narcissa smile. Of course they all three dreamed of having families of their own someday...she thought of the baby growing inside her belly and his father...her half-blood and smiled a deranged smile...Severus Snape...her half-blood...}

Snape pulled out of her mind as tears streamed down his own sallow pale cheeks. Their eyes met and Snape leaned close to her ear letting her feel the pressure of his body and his own wild heart beat beneath his pale chest against her own.

"Bella." he said softly in a broken tone.

The deranged witch gripped him tightly forcing him deeper into her warmth as she moaned in his ear.

"Severus..." she said losing herself in the unintended connection that came into play during their act.

Severus did not want to be viewed like the others that had invaded this witch with brutal callousness. The comparisons between her marriage to Rodolphus and his mother's to Tobias were staggering. With his mind swimming in emotions, Snape continued to thrust into the deranged witch. Bellatrix ran her pale fingers along his equally pale back scratching at the flesh as she clung to him. His weakened state inadvertently, caused him to send his thoughts through their link and pull her into a pit of his own memories.

{The darkness of Spinner's End had done little to hide the brutality that went on inside the closed doors and windows. Severus Snape had attempted to pull his drunken father off his mother and was met with a unceremonious fist to the jaw. Tobias whirled on Severus now infuriated by his lack-luster heroics and gripped him by the collar. Eileen pleaded in vain as Tobias fixed his enraged blood shot eyes upon Severus and began delivering several brutal blows to the already semi-conscious boy's face. Blood tricked down his nose and jaw.

Tobias threw the unconscious Severus onto the ground when he had been satisfied with the amount of damaged he had done to the younger Snape. Then the drunken brute stormed out of the house. Severus saw him go as his mother stirred him and pulled him close to her. He could feel her tears as they dripped down on his battered face like little in-house rain drops.}

"Severus..." said the deranged witch unable to stop the trail of tears that continued to make their way down her pale cheeks.

Snape let out a animal like grunt still very much occupied with claiming her body.

Another flash of lightening and Bellatrix was treated to quite a few scars that lined the pale flesh of The Half-Blood Prince as he continued to thrust into her warmth as if his life depended upon it.

{Severus Snape's arm had been broken while he attempted to get to his feet. Tobias Snape smirked as he stomped on the young raven haired boy's leg causing him to cry out in pain. Eileen Snape had been unable to help her son this time as her brutal husband continued his assault. The sound of more bones breaking had filled the air and no one came to the boy's rescue as he swayed between a conscious and unconscious state.

Despite the pain and his own weakness Severus did not flinch as Tobias gabbed him by the collar. The enraged obsidian death glare had not wavered as his father balled his fist tightly. It had been a rather impressive sight as Severus Snape spit his own blood coated saliva into his jackass of a father's face. Of course it only made Tobias hit him that much harder but it only seemed to illustrate that Snape was glutton for punishment even as a youngster.}

Feeling his release at hand, Severus gripped the ground below them digging his pale fingers into the hardened soil. Bellatrix had been pushed over the edge by his savage thrusts. She screamed out in reaction to her release and pulled Severus right along with her. Their ecstasy bound screams drowned out by the rolling of thunder and their expressions captured in the moment as lightening flashed like photos being taken in the dark recesses of their respective memories.

Severus Snape's lengthy raven haired had been soaked with sweat and blocking the view of his obsidian eyes for only a moment as his weakened form crashed down upon his equally spent lover. Bellatrix had been half asleep when she heart him utter words that she never would have known him to say in a million years.

"I-I love you...Bellatrix." he had said shortly before passing out.

After a minute or so...Severus roused himself and lifted his exhausted thin frame from her out of concern for their unborn child. He layed down beside her with his back against the cold hard ground. He had been glad Bellatrix charmed the barn and the rains couldn't seep into the various cracks and holes that surrounded the rundown structure otherwise they would have been soaked worse than they were from their collective sweating.

The both of them passed out from their efforts with not a care in the world in that one little moment. Far from the watchful eye of Albus Dumbledore and the disgusted hiss of The Dark Lord...No Rodulphus LeStrange...Nor Lily Evans-Potter or even Narcissa Malfoy to get in the way. It was simply a moment of peace for the two battle weary souls in the wake of a fast approaching war that would change both of their lives and the lives of those around them forever.

Presently...

The Snape Residence, Muggle London, England...

Severus Snape's obsidian eyes sprang open. He had been confused as he recalled being in bed with his young wife Hermione. He slowly pulled back the crisp white sheet that had been draped over them. The beautiful witch had already been naked from their previous exploits hours before. Snape's dark eyes drank in her slender frame and small curves. He smirked as he maneuvered until he towered above his sleeping wife and began to kiss her lips and trickled down to her neck. Knowing how she'd react, Snape worked on that familiar spot of her neck that always drove her insane with need for him.

The memories of his time with Bellatrix in the old barn had gotten him in the mood for another round with the soft warm witch beside him. Unlike that time lost in the sea of his memories, he had a great deal of love and fondness for his beloved bride and it made being with her an altogether separate experience from anything he had recalled in the old days.

Hermione let out a soft moan feeling her husband's body press against her own.

"S-Severus..." she said sleepily.

"Hermione." he said in a near on growl.

The sleepy witch ran her fingers through his slick raven hair, which had been considerably shorter than it had previously. He looked the picture of a muggle citizen with his gruff facial hair and hardened expression. Hermione maneuvered so that he would have access to her body in full despite her sleepy status. She simply could not pass up on a chance to be with her husband in such an intimate manner. She had gone eleven years without him and knew they had quite a bit of catching up to do.

There was also the subconscious need to out do Bellatrix LeStrange when it came to sex due to her constant fear of losing her husband to the deranged witch. She had not fought for all those years to preserve her marriage hand over the man she loved to that wretch. Of course Severus never gave her any inclination of leaving her for Bella...it had all been in Hermione's mind but the evidence of his attraction to Bellatrix could not be argued. She was no fool and knew full well that her husband enjoyed having sex with the older witch and had since their affair begin when he had been only 17 years old.

"Stop that." said Snape nearly snarling as he thrust into the half sleeping witch below him. "For the thousandth time I am not leaving you for her...you are my wife and you mean more to me than you could possibly imagine."

Hermione's amber eyes widened briefly. She should have known that her husband would invade her mind, even when it was rather intrusive. She suspected that was how he usually got his ability to perform so well in bed. One needn't be an expert as long as one can invade the mind of prospective witches to see what they like and dislike in terms of performance.

"Git." groaned Hermione feeling her husband drive into the very core of her being.

"Always." replied Snape gripping the mattress and wrinkling the crisp white sheet beneath his long pale fingers.

Hermione ran her fingers along the exposed pale flesh of his back as he thrust harder into her waking her up good and proper with his antics. Her moans filled the darkened bedroom matched by his continuous groans.

"I love you, witch." said Snape as his obsidian eyes seemed to pierce into Hermione's amber ones.

"I love you too." she replied.

Snape proceeded to show his doubting wife the proof of his undying love for her throughout the rest of the morning. he had hoped to cleanse the doubt that had crept into her mind about his feelings pertaining to Bellatrix LeStrange, while he had not hated her as he often portrayed, she as simply a witch from his past. He kept his promises to her and the vow he made to avenge their only child's murder. As far as he was concerned he was and should always be free to enjoy what little time he had left with the one witch that had chosen him of her own accord. Hermione had not been forced to stay married to him after all these years nor was she obligated to give herself to him in such a manner that he wanted on one else. A part of him wished Bellatrix well and that she could find some happiness of her own. After all she had suffered in her past, it was only rightly so.

Be of course he knew better than to underestimate Bellatrix LeStrange. She was a formidable witch when crossed. Almost as relentless as he himself when wronged. He didn't delude himself into believing his subsequent betrayal of her affections would go unpunished. He had only hoped to keep both Hermione and Phaeron safe from her wrath.