Chapter 93: When Bad Wizards Go Good
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{"She's coming over like a suicide...And its the same old trip, the same old trip as before...Another complicating suicide...And its the same old trip, the same old trip. AS BEFORE!...She'll cut you down with a single thrust...She's taking over too quickly...No medication can cure the lust...So say a prayer for the sickly...'Cause she belongs to heaven...She's coming over like a suicide..."}Like A Suicide, Seether
Old Muggle Barn, Muggle World, 1996...
Chaotic dark eyes glared in obvious contempt at the figure cloaked in ebony that stood in the shadows. It had been quite the evening getting herself re-acquainted with normal wizarding society after being locked away in Azkaban for so long. Twelve years to be exact. The icy obsidian gaze of Severus Snape met the flamed orbs of Bellatrix LeStrange with indifference. His face twisted in a stoic pale mask, a reflection of the soulless husk within. By contrast the Mad-Witch had been experiencing a wide range of emotions. Tumbling back n forth between fury and sorrow. Snape made no move to defend himself when the irate witch advanced on him.
Her spells hit him full on causing him to collapse onto the hard wood floor below. Bellatrix very much the reflection of herself in the current time with hair wild and curly complete with the all too vivid streak of white to signify her decent into madness amid her notoriously raven colored locks. Her lips thick and full heavily coated with the blood red lipstick she had been so fond of prior to her experience.
"YOU INSOLENT TREACHEROUS HALF-BLOOD!" she shouted seething in her ever building rage as she glared at him with murder in her eyes.
Snape for his part simply allowed her to rain down her wrath upon him. His eyes still remained as cold as the day he ventured into Godric's Hollow to find his most treasured childhood friend slain at the hands of his former master. Not even the soft cries of her one year old son could move his stone heart in that agonizing moment.
"HOW DARE YOU PRESENT YOURSELF BEFORE THE DARK LORD GIVEN ALL THE BOOT LICKING YOU HAVE DONE AT THE SIDE OF DUMBLEDORE!" she continued hexing him all the while.
Snape continued to allow her to take her frustrations out on him.
The Mad Witch had gotten particularly brutal in her rage since she had been locked away. Snape had not been particularly surprised by this she had been on edge ever since their son was murdered. The wizarding world had seen her as a soulless menace, an instrument of The Dark Lord to make decent citizens lives unbearable. Though the argument could be made that, that was indeed what she had been doing in the cold years following what was done to little Regulus. Bellatrix had simply lost her mind in the absence of her son.
The Potions Master had been writhing on the floor when he felt the familiar agony of an unforgivable curse coursing through his body coking off his oxygen supply and making his vision haze. His muscles ripped to the point of over-exertion. Blood trickled from where he had bitten his lip as the onset of the curse took hold.
"Crucio!" shouted the deranged witch as she glared down at the agonized Potions Professor.
Snape's obsidian eyes never left her chaotic dark ones as she administered more pain.
Bellatrix noted her harsh treatment could not reduce Snape to the quivering mass of begging flesh she had imagined while being locked away so long in darkness while he was free to enjoy the light.
"Crucio!" she shouted once more increasing the hold of her rapid flowing magic.
Snape continued to stare into her chaotic eyes. She had no idea that she had him on the edge of sweet release as images of Lily Evans' sweet face came to him in rapid flashes. He could almost feel the warmth of the golden sun on his sallow pale cheeks reminiscent of that peaceful afternoon. Her emerald green eyes and fiery red hair vivid in detail from his mind's eye.
It wouldn't have been long now.
All he needed to do was allow Bellatrix to do what she had come to do.
Unfortunately for Severus Snape, he had never been so lucky as to get anything he had ever wanted.
He had opened his eyes when he realized that Bellatrix had stopped her vicious assault. He had been further surprised to find that he had been bound by her magic and unable to move either of his respective limbs. In the precious few seconds after coming to this realization, Snape noted Bellatrix had been devoid of all clothing and had been inches away from impaling herself on his massive erection.
Rage filled him from places he had not known still existed.
She had denied him his release from this putrid existence.
She had dared tempt him with the knowledge of peace and then revoked it.
"You fucking bitch." growled Snape angrily.
Bellatrix let out a low groan as she lowered her self onto him. Snape hissed as rage ignited behind his obsidian gaze.
The deranged witch slapped him across his pale face for perceived insolence.
Snape growled as she began to have her way with him. Determined not to allow her to seek her pleasures at his expense, Snape decided to make her pay for her audacity thrusting into the deranged witch brutally.
It had become abundantly clear that there was no love loss between the two emotionally depraved parents of a deceased child, their coupling became more about punishing each other than an act of love. When it was over Bellatrix looked down at the dour wizard. Their eyes met and she noted first hand this had not been the boy of seventeen that had become so much more than a lover to her in the past.
This was a grown man beaten and broken by the lack of affection and darkness that snuffed out his former innocence.
Severus Snape, Her Severus Snape was nothing more than a hollowed out shell.
Much like she and the rest had been. The transformation had been complete. The darkness had finally pulled him under.
Bellatrix violently pushed her ruby red lips into his pale ones.
The familiar lust that had bound them for so long had been all that was left between them.
Later...
Snape stood with his trademark attire once again cloaking his scared pale form. Bellatrix remained naked. Her large and endearing breasts bounced with each breath she took. They said nothing as she stood relishing his recent release between her bare thighs. She cackled wickedly as she saw her chance to break the icy exterior of her reluctant lover.
"Such a shame The Dark Lord killed your precious little mud-blood before everyone else got a piece of her." taunted the mad witch her chaotic eyes lighting up at the thought. "We could have really had some fun."
Snape suddenly whirled around and found his pale finger clasped around her throat.
This only proved to make Bellatrix more bold in her threats.
"Aw...did I hit a soft spot?" she asked in a playful tone.
Snape growled furiously as she gripped his cock through his trousers.
"Come on Half-Blood." she teased. "Don't stop there...show me what you really want to do to me."
"Fuck you." said Snape in disgust.
"Promises Promises..." said Bellatrix in a bored tone. "You and I both know you have to get back to your precious school before Dumbledork has a conniption fit over your absence...oh what will the old sod do without his all too important death eater lap dog."
Snape wanted nothing more than to shut the overbearing Pureblood up but he had been pressed for time. He released her and turned to leave the barn but Bellatrix caught his arm.
"You're just going to leave then?" she asked still in a taunting manner. "Run back to your feeble old man like the coward you are."
Snape bristled at the mention of that word that tricked through his ears like hot venom.
"Coward." said Bellatrix in a sing-song tone.
Without a word Snape grabbed the derange witch and pressed her up against the wall.
"I wonder why Rudy keeps you around...used up goods is far less value in terms of cunt even if it is from a Pureblood bitch such as yourself." he said with a voice dripping with venom of it's own. "Maybe one of these days he'll finally wise up and wipe you off the face of the earth."
"And maybe the dark lord will finally wise up to what kind of treacherous little shit he let become apart of his inner circle." she warned albeit bitterly. "Perhaps maybe I should be the one to tell him."
"I care not what you do Bellatrix ." said Snape glaring into her dark chaotic eyes. "Tell him whatever you desire."
He let her fall to the ground and walked out without another word. Thus was the beginning of a series of hate induced encounters that had seemed to sustain the embittered Potions Professor until he found himself roped into marriage with one of his 6th year students, Hermione Granger.
Presently...
The Snape Residence, Muggle London, England...
Severus Snape had been awakened from his long series of night terrors by the quiet and sorrowful whimpering of his pregnant wife. Snape noted that she had been trembling in her sleep as well. He turned his attention to her trying to gently shake her from her bad dreams. The bushy haired witch gripped the mattress wrinkling the sheet beneath her clasping fingers. It appeared she had been holding on for dear life.
"Hermione." said Severus as softly as he could manage in her ear.
She merely whimpered louder.
"Hermione wake up." he said softly.
She whimpered once more.
"Hermione whatever you are dreaming about it isn't real." he said still trying to reach her.
"Severus." she whimpered as tears streamed down her supple cheeks.
Snape kissed her softly hoping to rouse her this way. The amber eyes of the dreaming witch opened and more tears streamed down her cheeks. She looked at her husband as if he had not been sharing the same bed with her for the last six years.
"Severus." she said sitting up and leaning her head into him.
The Potions Master held her as she sobbed against his bare pale chest. He had no idea what it had been that she was dreaming but he had not liked it. He had been far too exhausted to invade her mind and didn't want to cause her more distress by doing so.
"Hermione." he said doing his best to offer her whatever support she would need from him. "D-Do we need to discuss this?"
In reply, the amber eyed witch simply looked up at him without saying a word. She crushed her soft pink lips into his pale ones.
"Please don't leave me." she said in a voice that reminded him so much of the young girl he once knew back at Hogwarts.
"Now why would I want to do something as idiotic as that?" he asked.
Hermione didn't say anything more as more tears streamed down her cheeks.
Snape arched an eyebrow at this. He had hoped that she had not yet caught on to what had been happening, he had been sure that he had been careful and taken the potion only when she had not been around.
"I won't let her have you." said Hermione with a hint of anger in her tone.
"Her?" asked Snape now curious.
"That bitch you bedded." spat the amber eyed witch. "She can't have you."
Snape smirked pleased that she had simply been effected by her hormones getting to her. He returned his pregnant wife's kiss and stroked her belly softly.
"I have everything I have ever wanted here with you." he said honestly. "She and I may share a history but that is all it is."
Hermione sighed kissing him once more as the tears continued.
"I love you so much Severus." she said as the intensity of their kisses increased.
Snape couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips as he held the trembling witch close to him.
"I have no interest in leaving." he said. "You are my wife and the mother of my children...there is no one I want more than you."
"B-But she did something to you." said Hermione still not able to distinguish her dream from reality. "S-She said something and you weren't the same."
"Hermione." said Snape with a sigh. "It was a dream."
The bushy haired witch shook her head.
"It felt real." she reasoned. "It felt like..."
"Like what?" asked Snape concerned about this now. "Talk to me."
"It felt like you didn't...didn't love me anymore." said Hermione meeting his eyes.
"Have I ever done anything to give you that impression?" he asked not at all sure why this was happening.
"No." said Hermione leaning against him. "Of course not..."
"Then...?" he asked.
"I don't know." replied Hermione. "Maybe it's the hormones...or that I don't feel comfortable knowing Bellatrix is out there somewhere and possibly plotting something horrible just to get revenge."
"I will never allow her to hurt you or the children." said Snape evenly.
"I know." replied Hermione. "But I don't want you to..."
"To what?" he asked rather playfully. "Indulge my so called "dark side?"
The bushy haired witch nodded.
"Despite what anyone else may think Severus, I know you are a good man." she said meaningfully. "But I know what being around that bitch does to you...the longer you are in her presence it's like you become a different person...a person...that I hardly recognize."
"I would never hurt you." said Snape getting a bit defensive.
"Not intentionally." said Hermione. "But she does something to you...something you aren't even aware of."
"Hermione, I would never hurt you." he said again.
His obsidian eyes meeting her amber ones.
"I apologize for my mistakes concerning you." he said meaningfully. "It is clear they still have far reaching consequences."
Hermione sighed. She had not meant to bring up the past when he found himself back in the arms of the wretched Bellatrix.
"That's not what I meant." she said correcting her meaning. "I know you'd never..."
To silence any more of her concerns, Snape immediately pressed his pale lips into her soft pink ones.
"I love you witch." he said meaningfully.
"I love you too." she replied softly.
Upon noting the affection between it's parents, the unborn child growing within the bushy haired witch's womb kicked. It brought a smile to Hermione's face as she felt her lively belly.
"Do you think she knows how much her father loves her?" asked Hermione with a that same radiant smile.
Snape arched his eyebrow at her.
"What makes you so sure it's a girl this time?" he asked.
In answer Hermione took his hand and placed it upon her belly. She watched her husband's expression change into one of surprise as he felt another kick.
"If it is indeed a girl..." he began looking into the amber eyes of his young wife. "Then she will be as spirited as her mother."
Hermione began to relax leaning into Snape's arms as he continued to feel his kicking child within her belly. The cool morning air and subsequent darkness had been strangely calming. Before long the bushy haired witch had fallen asleep lulled by the sound of her formidable husband's heart beat.