Chapter 113: All The Wrong Reasons

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{"Well...you know my friends...Well...they know your enemies...I'd pretend...Not to hear what they said to me...'Cause I got off...Every time you got on to me...Was it wrong...To go along with insanity?...Was it wrong? Was it wrong?I guess it wasn't really right...I guess it wasn't meant to be...It didn't matter what they said...'Cause we were good in bed...I guess I stuck around so I could watch us fight...for all the wrong reasons...No, it didn't matter what I tried...It's just a little hard to leave...When you're going down on me...I guess I stuck around so I could watch us fight

for all the wrong reasons...I guess it wasn't what I wanted...Wasn't really what I thought...Thought it was the day I got...I want it all to go away..."}All The Wrong Reasons, Nickleback

Warning: Depicts a good deal of Violence, as well as Spousal Abuse (Via flashback)

Open Field, Unknown World...

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Pain radiated from the rather sharp blow Snape received from the hand of Bellatrix. He glared rather murderously into her chaotic dark eyes and noted her own fury. The sting of her lengthy nails digging into the sallow pale flesh of his cheek had not died away. His ribs had been bruised when she let him fall into the open field. The Potions Master scrambled to his feet despite the agony he felt shooting through his body. He glared at Bellatrix murderously. She offered a sadistic smirk as she continued to advance toward him. Her wand had been aimed at the barn behind him. A familiar place if Snape were to be sure. He dodged a well timed fire blast and it hit the old muggle barn they had frequented for so many nights during their time together. The old place caught instantly blazing in it's magnificence. Embers caught the tall golden grasses as well igniting the flames to surround them. Bellatrix took the opportunity to cackle and ensure the flames closed them in.

Snape struggled to breathe due to his collective injuries and the thickness of the smoke that surrounded them.

"Are you afraid yet half-blood?" asked Bellatrix clearly amused. "Do you want to reconsider your defiance with your death so near?"

"Fuck you." replied Snape.

He had been out of magic. He had known since he freed Phaeron from her clutches that he has at her mercy in that regard. With the illness ravaging his body he had very little time left as it were. He had not known how long before the cure attacked his life force. He thought of Hermione, who had most likely been anxiously waiting for his return. Then of his children: Phaeron, whom had no control over what this dreaded nutter forced him to do and how much remorse the boy would feel when it was all over. Sidney who had been so very young and knew not the evils of this world, something Snape had been most pleased about given his own up bringing. Shiloh had come to mind of course. His little girl. Already so much like both him and her mother it was a wonder what she will become in the future.

"Awww." said Bellatrix taunting him. "Feeling sentimental Snape?"

"No." he replied evenly. "Just sick of looking at you."

She let loose a flurry of spells noting for the first time that he had not attempted to block them. Snape had dodged a good deal of them until his condition caught up to him and he was struck in the chest. The blast sent him crashing to the ground unable to get back to his feet. Bellatrix stepped toward him like an vulture ready to go in for the kill.

He had been in a good deal of pain but that had nothing on the deranged witch crushing his legs with her heels.

"Ahhhhh!" shouted Snape gritting his teeth in an attempt to keep her from the satisfaction of enjoying his pain.

"Aww did I hurt the wittle half-blood?" taunted Bellatrix as if she were speaking to an infant.

Snape glared at her unable to see what he had found so appealing about this deranged bitch. He chalked it up to complete and utter idiocy on his part. She was as much a mental blood thirsty bitch as ever. Bellatrix straddled Snape's downed body running her cold cruel fingers down his ebony covered chest. She had been crushing his already bruised ribs in the process and left him winded.

"Brings back memories doesn't it?" she said with a chuckle as if this was some game between them.

"Nutter bitch." muttered Snape trying to fight through the pain she was causing.

This earned the Potions Master a very heated slap across his sallow pale face.

"Such a disrespectful...little bastard..." said Bellatrix.

"My parents were married despite what you may believe bitch." countered Snape. "Muggle or not...my father wasn't my mother's brother, which is more than I can say for your family...inbred..."

She slapped him again.

"Watch your filthy mouth Half-blood scum." she demanded.

Snape groaned mostly from the pain. Bellatrix pressed Snape's ribs with her hand before trailing down his body until she reached his cock. The Potions Master's eyes widened as she squeezed him with malice.

"FFUUUUCK!" shouted the ailing wizard.

"It would have been a much better turn out if we had actually done that." said Bellatrix in seemingly good humor proving just how deranged she was.

Snape had no reply as she licked the side of his sallow pale cheek.

"Are you enjoying our little game?" she asked in a seductive tone.

Snape again made no reply though his obsidian gaze had been filled with unbridled hatred as he glared at her murderously.

Bellatrix continued to squeeze his cock which had remained firmly in her grasp.

Snape's eyes widened as he attempted to shift the deranged older witch off him. She had used her powerful thighs to ensure he went no where. The pain had been almost too much to bare and the Potions Master nearly passed out from the assault.

"Can little Snape come out to play?" asked Bellatrix as she went about spelling his coat and shirt off.

Snape groaned as Bellatrix continued to assault him. She clawed at his now exposed pale chest. The parts of him that were bruised had been a nasty deep purple color and some of the more lasting wounds had been turning black.

"You just had to fuck that Mudblood." hissed Bellatrix angrily. "Everything was going so well...we were doing so good and then you decided to stick your freakishly large cock into that little bushy haired bitch and give her what should have been MY CHILDREN!"

"Bella..." started Snape becoming dizzy from fumes the fire had been producing and the lack of oxygen in his lungs.

"I HATE YOU!" shouted Bellatrix. "You are every bit of half-blood scum that I knew you would be the moment the dark lord brought you into our circle."

Snape tried again to reason with her but she remained hostile.

He was rewarded for his efforts with another blow to the face.

"See." said Bellatrix now in a seductive tone. "Look what you made me do...look what you've done...half-blood...look what you've made me become."

With that last word spoken, Bellatrix got to her feet giving the Potions Master momentary relief from the pressure in his chest. Unfortunately, Bellatrix also used her wand to bind Snape to the ground with magical rings that glowed bright gold about his wrists, ankles and neck.

"I've got you now Half-blood." she said bitterly.

Snape struggled against his bindings not at all willing to accept being at this deranged woman's mercy.

"All those years..." she said still with bitterness in her tone. "All those lies..."

Snape simply glared at her knowing that words would ultimately do no good here. He was already dying from the very curse Potter had placed upon him. There was little this deranged witch could do to him now.

"I bet you thought you were just going to skate by and never have to answer for what you've done." she said through gritted teeth as she kicked him amid the ribs once again.

"Ahhhhh!" groaned Snape with his eyes blazing fury despite his weakened position.

Bellatrix twirled her wand idly between her pale fingers.

"I am going to make you feel every bit of delicious agony that you have caused me." she said with a murderous glare of her own. "And then...you will beg for me to kill you."

"Think we are the dark lord now are we Bellatrix?" asked Snape unable to resist the quip.

Bellatrix delivered another swift kick to his ribs in reply.

Snape nearly passed out from the pain as be began to spit blood.

"Bitch..." he muttered.

"That's right!" said Bellatrix pleased at the new label. "I am every bit "The Bitch" you and all those other twisted bastards made me to be."

She gripped the Potions Master with her nails sinking deep into his head as she pulled his lengthy raven hair. She then lowered her face to his pressing her ruby red lips into his pale ones. He struggled against her kiss but she was having none of it as she pressed her entire body against his. He groaned from the added pressure on his already sore ribs and the hand that found itself once again wrapped around his now bulging cock.

When she pulled back Snape had been stunned to see what looked like a tear trickle down the side of her sullen pale face. A feeling of fear came over him for the first time in a long time as she looked back at him.

"Actions have consequences wither you meant for them to or not." she said in nearly insane whisper. "You're not the only one gifted in the dark art of occulemency."

Snape got the impression that there was more to this story as she kneed him in the stomach and glared rather fiercely into his eyes.

"Legilimens!" shouted the deranged witch as she forced Snape to fall into her mind.

{ Severus Snape found himself free falling into the demented mind of Bellatrix LeStrange. When he came to a stop he happened upon the familiar scene in The Dark Lord's throne room. He recalled the torn and tattered dress of the beautiful Pureblood witch and that she had been bound to the cold stone floor when he came back to his senses. The most intense aspect of her memory had been those beaming red eyes. The dark lord's full attention had been on her as she lied there on the cold stone unable to move due to the binds and the pain the younger death eater left behind.

Snape recalled being scent out of the room when this occurred. He could see the blood and grief plastered across the beautiful witch's face. Her eyes seemed to lose a bit of that fire behind them as she struggled to her feet once the spell had ended. Rodolphus had been enraged beyond words as he glared at the witch. It had not been her fault that the dark lord ordered her to be ravaged. Yet he had not cared. Snape could almost feel the feeling of loneliness that took over the witch as she looked down at the floor burning with humiliation.

"You are dismissed Bella." said the dark lord with an eerie smile plastered across his snake-like face.

She took her leave of him aching from the assault.}

Snape had struggled to pull back from her memories but found that he could not. She continued to draw him in sifting through her pain and putting it all on display for him. The most jarring memory had been the night Regulus had been killed by her cowardly husband. Snape had taken the child and given him a proper burial. His grief suspended due to the presence of the dark lord. Bellatrix had been different in the wake of what happened to their child. She had been uncharacteristically silent from what he could recall.

{ Bellatrix had been pulled into a darkened room exhausted and covered in sweat from the labor she had to endure. She had heard the strong cry of her newborn son and reached for him not at all giving thought to the company in the room when she delivered her child. The instincts of a mother in full force. Rodolphus had induced her labor and snatched the baby from her very womb. Severus had been rooted to where he stood unable to hold his own child as the witch's deranged husband took the child, with his lengthy raven hair and pale complexion by the neck and cast the killing curse.

Snape's knees buckled in Bella's mind as he watched his younger-self struggle to get to his child only to be rooted to the spot he stood in by Lucius Malfoy. The handsome blond wizard meant no harm in his act but he had made it so Snape could do little but watch as his child cried out for him.

Bellatrix had been pleading for her child and found herself largely ignored.

"Rodolphus please." she said softly finding it hard to keep her ragged breaths. "Please give him to me..."

The vicious death eater simply glared at her.

"This abomination cannot be allowed to live." he said bitterly.

Bellatrix eyes grew wide at the implication in her husband's voice.

"No." she pleaded.

"This is for your own good Bellatrix." he continued. "That half-blood is unworthy and so is this bastard."

A silencing charm went on her as Rodolphus proceeded to exact his revenge on Snape in the worst way.

Afterwards...

Snape had noted Bellatrix had gone home with the bastard. She had been eerily silent and showed signs of being broken. This didn't seem to matter to neither Rodolphus nor The Dark Lord as she sat quite somberly in the meetings, her hair a mess and her eyes glossy with tears that never fell. Snape had noted this and made his way to see her once she came to visit her sister at Malfoy Manor. At first she had been quite jumpy when he attempted to touch her on the shoulder. Then she cringed as if feeling a phantom pain.

He figured the problem had been physical and brewed her all sorts of health potions and salves.

The wisp of memory whirled about and Snape found himself following Bellatrix as she was drug rather unceremoniously into the basement of LeStrange Manor by a drunken Rodolphus. He had been spouting that she was a "filthy half-blood loving whore" and that her womb was polluted due to her having been pregnant with Snape's "filthy" abomination.

The Potions Master could do little as he was forced to watch the mother of his child stripped bare amid the hard stone floor as the drunken brute used his wand to produce a magical whip that cut into her bare flesh when he beat her with it in retaliation for her "treachery". }

"STOP!" shouted Snape trying to get out of her mind as he had not wished to see any more but Bellatrix largely ignored him.

{ The worst had been yet to come as a now bloodied Bellatrix LeStrange lied on the stone floor taking shallow breaths as he cruel husband positioned himself between her thighs and forced her legs open. At first the witch feared that he was going to rape her but that had not been his intention at all. Unbeknownst to the witch at the time, Rodolphus had something far more sinister in mind. }

Snape seemed to recognize this and immediately attempted to break out of her mind. He wanted no part of this...this had been far too much. Bellatrix had not cared as she seemed more than happy to share her pain.

"What's the matter Snape?" she asked with an eerie smirk plastered across her pale face. "Feeling a bit squeamish?"

"D-Don't...Bella..." he said his voice almost pleading.

"I never thought I'd hear you beg Snape." she said as she forced him back into her memory.

{ The screams filled the basement as the drunken brute proceeded to impale his wand into his already beaten wife and said the incantation that would forever change the eldest Black sister's life. Snape's eyes widened as the words hit his ears and recognition of the dark spell came into play.

"fac sterilis!" he shouted.

The screams the witch let out had been earth shattering as she writhed against the cold stone floor as the spell took effect. Her husband left her there in a puddle of blood and tears. The deranged witch had been somber in the wake of her suffering knowing all too well that she was never going to give birth to another child so long as she lived.}

Bellatrix had been surprised to see the tears that had been making their way down the sallow pale cheeks of Severus Snape when she ejected him from her mind and the intensity of that vile memory faded. She had of course made peace with it long ago but he...he seemed to be stunned into silence.

His obsidian eyes no longer held hatred as he looked upon the deranged witch that bound him. An eerie smile filed across her pale face as she noted that he seemed to have felt her pain during the memory much more vividly as she had. He looked up at the darkened sky and tried to resist the urge to vomit, surely it would have caused him to choke to death from his current bound position on the ground.

"Too much for you Snape?" she asked in a kind of giddy fashion. "Well...I've got news for you...this is only the beginning."

Snape didn't make a sound as he merely blinked rather slowly in the wake of what was shared with him. Bellatrix had suffered excruciating torment because of their relationship...and never once did she share this with him. Not in all those nights they had spent in this place...not in the turbulent years after ward...Rodolphus had rendered her barren. It had been no wonder, she had been so jealous of Hermione. The bushy haired witch had been the only one of the two who could have given him a family.

"Bella..." said Snape at last finding his voice, though it had been broken and strained.

She smiled rather sadly noting the agony he had been in due to her vivid memory. She had been a long way from finished with him. It had been a promise of hers to ensure that he'd beg for death.