Chapter 90: What Becomes Of The Blacken Hearted
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{"Heart beats, but I don't feel...I touch, but it ain't real...They say I move too fast...Going man to man...Always holding a new hand...Why can't they understand...Sex is irrelevant...Just a game in my head,...I'm playing and I'm winning...Oh I broke another heart today...Oh and I didn't care I just walked away...'Cause they think I love 'em...But I love 'em all, love 'em all ye-yeah...I need another one to get over the other one...Another one, ye-yeah..."} Love 'em All K. Michelle
Warning: Sexual Content ahead...
Unknown location, Unknown World...
Orange flames filled sky as the impressive leather heel of a very enraged witch pressed further in the jugular vein of a foolish brute whom had wrongly assumed that his massive frame and harsh words were the correct way into a girl's heart. Needless to say he had been having more than a bad day by the time Bellatrix had finished with him. His bloated, heavily mutilated corpse had been limp beneath her feet. The joyless cackle of the deranged witch filled the empty field. Blood had been gushing from the corpse like slow crimson ooze. Bellatrix flicked her wand and brought it to her ruby red lips. She licked along the surface with a wicked smile plastered across her face. The kill had been most invigorating. She had not exercised her fondness for blood sport since the second wizarding war, choosing instead to focus on keeping her treacherous lover alive. Having completed her ploy, Bellatrix walked away from the scene still with an eerie smile upon her face as she did.
Her thoughts turned back to her main objective.
Phaeron Snape had been none the wiser as to her true identity and had unwittingly become a pawn in this grand measure of vengeance against his father. As she thought of the younger Snape the comparisons had been something of interest. Snape himself had been only seventeen years of age when he had gotten her pregnant of course it wasn't designed by either of them at the time. It was merely the outcome following the dark lord's cruel and unusual punishment.
Still, all the other times after had been of their own accord and they anticipated the arrival of their unborn child with all the enthusiasm and anxiety as any couple awaiting parenthood for the first time.
It made her blood boil when she learned from Rudolphus that a certain Mudblood had become pregnant not long after their sham of a marriage was enacted. While Snape had been in a good deal of pain at the loss of the child it was then that she saw him pull away from her in favor of that swotty little bitch with bushy hair.
Bellatrix apparated in a cloud of thick wispy black smoke effectively fleeing the scene of her most recent brutal crime.
Elsewhere...
The deranged and bitter witch landed at the location of an old abandoned muggle farm. In the past it had been a highly frequented location for her and Snape to meet in a bid to quell certain urges. Their meetings mostly ended with her favorite dour half blood sweating between her pale thighs. A wicked smirk filed across her ghastly face at the memory of one of the many times he apparated to this very spot in a bid to get her on her back.
{ The abandoned muggle farm had appeared to be the most attractive meeting place as Bellatrix touched down on the familiar upturned soil. She had not known why she was so drawn to the little whelp Severus Snape. By all accounts she should have hexed his bollocks off given the brutal way in which he invaded her most private of places at the behest of the dark lord. She guessed that being filled with his ever growing seed had a big part in her softening sense of hatred toward him.
She stepped into the barn.
The familiar scent of herbs and fresh earth filled her nostrils. It had been a pleasant scent if she had been honest with herself. It had been his scent. Within seconds of her stepping inside the darkened structure, she noted that Snape had cast quite a few spells over it to make it a more enjoyable location. A ghost of a smile filed across her pale face as he emerged from the shadows and wrapped his thin pale arms around her from behind.
Though he had been a boy of only seventeen, Snape had the strength of a bull despite his appearance and she felt a hint of it in his rather possessive grasp of her body. In some circles their ages might have made a big impact on public opinion but they were both largely un-cared for members of a dark organization led by a power mad despot. Some rules just didn't apply to them.
Bellatrix closed her eyes as she felt his familiar greasy raven hair against the bare skin of her neck. His long pale fingers roamed the curves of her body and she could feel the intensity of his overall excitement in the form of the prominent erection pressing boldly into her backside.
"Someone's eager." she said in a near on hiss when his pale lips pressed against the side of her neck.
A low predatory growl erupted from deep within the throat of the young Slytherin wizard as he tightened his grip on her hips. The warmth of her well developed form had been driving him into a level of intense longing.
He grunted as his hips plunged his trouser covered erection into her backside.
Bellatrix laughed noting his obvious lack of control when it came to his sexual desires. Despite all his brilliance and social awkwardness, Severus Snape was still just another hormone driven teenager like all the rest. Only instead of becoming undone and virtually begging to have his freakishly large cock inside whatever witch he had been chasing, he was merely ill of temper when faced with overwhelming arousal.
In the midst of her little mental assessment of her young lover, Bellatrix had scarcely noted him lifting her off the ground and carrying her over to the make-shift bed that Severus had conjured from a bale of old hay. She broke into full on giggles when he slammed her onto the bed. She looked up at him with her back pressed against the mattress. The sheets had been surprisingly soft as well as the rest of the coverings. It was clear that he had taken her last degree of criticism into account. A positive sign if ever there was one.
The eager teen stripped off his ebony frock coat, she had thought the attire suited him, of course it would become his trademark attire in later years. When he got down to his long sleeve white shirt she could see his impressive bare chest along with his ribs through his thinned flesh. It never bothered her that he had little to no meat on his bones or substantial muscle to provide the necessary eye candy for all those fortunate enough to see him this way.
His flesh had been even more pale beneath his clothes and it always brought a smile to her face. She thought of his less than savory genes being passed down to their unborn child then weighed it with his obvious brilliance and of course his other more attractive attributes. More or less the massive bit of meat between his legs.
She felt like she had been privy to the most interesting secret in the world as she took in the sight of the teen wizard before her. Not many witches knew what he had been truly capable of as far as natural talent in something besides Potions work. Of course it was mostly due to her expressed instruction.
Severus spelled off the rest of his attire no longer able to stand being away from her. Bellatrix gasped when he slid his thin frame between her legs and quietly whispered a spell ridding her of her own intrusive attire. The feel of skin on skin contact with the eager young teen had been something she had been looking forward to from the moment she saw him sitting rather stoically near Lucius Malfoy at the dark lord's meeting table.
The raven haired Slytherin set to work kissing her in that familiar spot on her neck that seemed to overload her senses. Her lengthy fingernails raked along the pale flesh of his back as she gripped him tight to her body. Her soft moans filling his ears in rapid succession. He trialed his kisses down her chest working over each of her supple breasts before coming back up to her ruby red lips.
He had been silent as he positioned his blood engorged cock at her warm entrance.
Their eyes met. The moment like he had intended to see into her very soul as he thrust into her in one swift motion. The initial pain of his entry stretching her had never subsided since the first encounter and it caused her to wince. Severus grunted before proceeding to thrust into her at a near on brutal pace. She had not the heart nor the mindset to stop him finding that she rather enjoyed the brutal pounding he was giving her. It had been strangely exhilarating in a way.
It wasn't long before both the witch and teen wizard had been taking ragged breaths and were covered with sweat. The bed beneath them squeaked as they wore down on the springs. Bellatrix had suspected that her young lover had rather enjoyed the sound as he increased his pace in a bid to stress the springs further. She had been reeling from the pleasurable sensations he was creating within her.
As the hours passed Bellatrix found herself becoming increasingly more vocal with each of his deep thrusts. The future Potions Master had not taken his eyes off the beautiful writhing witch below him. His grunts became more pronounced as he gripped the mattress below digging his own fingernails into the crisp white sheets that lined the make-shift bed.
The rush of his release had been swift and all consuming as he found himself unable to focus his vision for an unstated length of time. Bellatrix let out a scream that filled his ears and caused them to ring as she pressed her finger nails further into the pale flesh of his back. Her vision had blurred as and her breathing became labored.
The teenage Snape continued to thrust lightly into her as he began to lose his strength. Weak as a newborn Snape found himself laying on top of Bellatrix as she held him close to her despite the heat and their ragged breaths. She ran her fingers through his sweaty raven hair still reeling from the sensation of him still being inside her.
"I'd say you have improved a good deal since the last time." she said amused as she stroked the clammy pale flesh of his back with her other hand.
"Bella." he said in a near on whisper.
She had liked the way she rendered him speechless after their act.
As they sat there joined from the aftermath of their coupling Bellatrix made a personal assessment of her young lover that would stick with her for years to come. After a while Snape lifted off her and collapsed onto his back beside her. Much too spent for any other form of verbal communication. His obsidian eyes covered by his pale eyelids as he slipped into a deep sleep.
Bellatrix smirked.
He still had a lot to learn but she was more than willing to be his teacher of sorts.
As he slept she took note of his peculiar sleeping habits. Firstly his left leg bent at the knee and his right hand thrown rather curiously over his chest. She shook her head wondering if her unborn child would indeed exhibit such strange traits. He seemed rather comfortable in her presence. Like it was the only time he felt safe given all they had to endure within the dark lord's ranks.
The much older witch snuggled up to her young lover and drifted off to sleep. If she was honest with herself, it was the only time she had felt safe in all the years since she had left home to marry Rudolphus LeStrange. }
Presently, Bellatrix stood in the center of the barn as her memories and thoughts warred inside her already chaotic head. Her time at Hogwarts had been strange. For the passed six years she had been masquerading as Ursula Black, a name she had taken from her own great grandmother in the hopes of getting close to her former lover's son with Hermione Granger.
At first, she had not seen any real substance in the younger Snape. He had been largely overconfident and overly bookish when it came to life. His general academic outlook had been a bore to say the least. Half of the spell work he had accomplished she had known in less time during her own stint at Hogwarts many years prior. She had nearly given up the notion that she could gain the unwitting fool's affections when he had finally reached the age of 16.
The age when she had first met the snide little Slytherin outcast that was Severus Sebastian Snape. At the time he had been dating her youngest sister Narcissa who had been yet to marry Lucius Malfoy. The cocky little shite had been so brazen in his half-blood antics that he had immediately gotten under her skin. His son had been more of the same at that age and it almost made her smile at the comparison. When she finally got the little Mudblood imp alone, she proceeded to put the rest of her plan into action.
{ Bellatrix had been well out of patience as she looked down at the emotionally strained son of Severus Snape. He had looked a good deal like his father so much so that she could stomach with absolute certainty the conditions of the act she was about to commit. While it was true that she had bedded no other wizard since the first time she was ravaged by a certain Half-blood, she did not forget the subtle art of seduction needed to pull this younger version of her former lover into her web of deception.
Her chaotic dark eyes took in his slightly more muscular appearance. He had not been as attractive to her in his nakedness as his father but she made due. Once she had impaled herself over the younger Snape's surprisingly large cock, though it had not been as large as his father's, she let out a groan.
Phaeron had been such an innocent little thing with his obsidian eyes so filled with longing. He lacked the initial sting of bitterness that made Snape so attractive to the deranged witch given his rather pleasant upbringing. He had no idea what it was like to suffer such deep rooted agony that his father had endure from the very moment he came into the world. Suffering had been one of the many things that she and her former lover had in common.
The act had not lasted long, Phaeron had no where near the experience nor the stamina of his father given this had been his first time. He had been a pleasant little thing falling into a coma like sleep much as his father use to with his same curious sleeping habits. Bellatrix climbed off the sleeping boy and ventured into the darkest part of her former love's quarters. She took a kind of perverse satisfaction in knowing she had defiled Hermione Granger's virgin son. The son she dared have with Snape.
Bellatrix made her way to Snape's private loo where she proceeded to vomit rather violently thinking about that callous swine Snape and how he simply banished her from his affections as swiftly as the plague in a bid to win the affections of a swotty child. Her rage increased as she pushed forward with the next phase of her plan.}
The deranged witch had wanted nothing more than to break every bone in Hermione Granger's little Mudblood body. The words of that uppity creature of low birth rang out in her ears as cold as the grave in their intent to insult.
{"HE NEVER LOVED YOU!"} she had the audacity to shout.
Bellatrix bristled at the gall from the puny child. She had fancied herself so knowledgeable in terms of her studies but she knew little to nothing about matters of the heart and even less about her so called husband.
{ Pregnancy had been quite an adventure for Bellatrix as she found herself dealing with rapid mood swings and increased appetites in various forms. She had been staying with at Malfoy Manor, her usual place of refuge whenever times got to be too much for her to endure on her own. Rudolphus had not wanted anything to do with her since Snape had taken her in the throne room. He kept his distance more or less until the child's true paternity could be confirmed. Bellatrix had not needed confirmation. She had known all too well that Severus Snape had sired her unborn child but she dared not bring it to her husband's attention.
Narcissa had been letting her know what to expect during her first pregnancy, as she had the most experience of the two sisters. Lucius had come in plainly kissed his wife on the cheek and ventured into his study. Bellatrix glared at her sorry excuse for a brother-in law. Shortly there after Snape arrived. He had brought a good deal of the food the expectant mother had craved including some rather odd thing called a toffee nut bar. She had gone through entire stores full and often got upset when she couldn't find one.
Snape had been smirking rather triumphantly as he brought her one of those blasted bars. He looked in Narcissa's direction and smirked as she watched the two of them. There was no doubt in Snape's mind that he had indeed been the father of her child. Despite all of Ruddy's grand standing, he had never been able to impregnate the formidable witch in all the time they had been wed. A feat Snape accomplished himself in a single encounter.
Narcissa excused herself from the room citing pressing business as a means of her departure. Snape had not seemed to mind. He had been largely invested in spending time with the mother of his unborn child. Her belly had grown significantly over the last several months and it pleased him to no end to watch her bond with their child. As heartless as Bellatrix appeared to everyone else, Snape saw a side of her that was at first exposed to only Narcissa.
She smiled when he placed his hand on her bare belly.
"Another strong kick." he said feeling as their child made himself known to the father.
"The kick of a boy." replied Bellatrix guessing rather accurately the sex of her unborn son.
"Possibly." replied Snape with a smirk.
He seemed to have liked the idea of being a father to a son with whom he could share his exploits in the wizarding world. Although a daughter would have been nice as well. Truth be told he had just been happy to have another living blood relative.
"What if it's a girl?" he asked. "Have you come up with any names?"
Bellatrix smirked this time as she met his obsidian gaze.
"I understand that your mother's name was Eileen." she said thoughtfully.
Snape's eyes widened at the mention of his mother's name.
"I myself have not been fond of my own mother but if our child is indeed a girl...I would consider naming her after her father's mother." she said.
Snape had been rendered speechless for a few moments before he recovered.
"And if our child is a boy?" he asked trying to regain his composure. "I have spoken to Narcissa a great deal in the past about you shared cousin Regulus Black...she tells me that you two were very close and that his subsequent disappearance as upset you profoundly."
Bellatrix tried not to let the tears come to her eyes at the mention of her most of cousins.
"I was thinking that if our child indeed be a boy...we could name him...Regulus." said Snape.
It was Bellatrix who had been at a loss for words this time.
"Severus..." she said trying to get passed the surge of emotions.
Snape smirked and stole a kiss from the baffled witch.
"Only a few more months to go." he in an amused tone.
Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at him.
"Insolent Half-blood." she said bitterly.
"Moody old wench." he countered.
"It's your fault I'm bloody moody." she said in her own defense. "You and that freakishly large cock of yours."
Snape laughed at this. It was a rare laugh that had given to boyish charm. Bellatrix had admitted to herself long ago that she loved seeing that laugh, it's rarity making it all the more precious in her eyes. }
The deranged witch sighed collapsing onto the old conjured bed she once shared with her lover. Her cheeks stained with tears of longing despite her burning rage at his betrayal. He would pay for this. He would pay for all of this in spades. Starting with that brat he had with the Mudblood bitch Granger.