Chapter 125: The Pinnacle Of Devotion
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{"...It must be something I can't relate...It's enough to drive a man from his mind...Come on, get back home before it's too late...How could you up and just walk out of my life?...I can't let a woman like you get to my head...I can't let a woman like you get to my head"} Can't Let A Woman, Ambrosia
Warning: Mild Sexual Content ahead
Unknown Location, Unknown World...
Wood splinted when Severus Snape pushed the beautiful dark witch up against the door. Her ruby red lips like a beckon as he pressed his pale ones into them. Her delicate fingers fumbling at his shirt and he had been hell bent on getting her out of her sexy silk night gown. The floor below their shuffling feet had been a dark hardwood and well polished. Snape grunted as the intoxicating witch wrapped her slender pale legs about his waist crushing her exposed heat into his erect cock and soft cotton pajama bottoms. She let out a squeal when he immediately began to nibble about the pale flesh of her neck.
A series of moans escaped her plush red lips as they desperately struggled to keep from making too much noise in the wake of their inflamed passions. Biting down on her lower lip, the dark witch motioned for Snape to get her to the center of their queen sized black four poster bed. The sheets had been of black silk and the comforter a very obvious Slytherin green.
Snape let out a hiss as he managed to carry the witch to bed. The moonlight reflecting off his silver wedding band as they moved. The witch had been gripping his night shirt as her own rings, one diamond engagement ring and a silver wedding band caught some moonlight as well. Snape looked down at her as she layed with her back pressed into the plush mattress amid the silken sheets, taking in the features of his moonlight lover before slipping off his night shirt in a hurry.
"Bella." he said in a near moan when he felt her fingers brush against his aching cock.
Bellatrix had smiled briefly before she pulled him down on her.
"Focus." said the enamored witch as Snape pulled away once more to pull down his pajama bottoms.
He had been completely naked and vulnerable in her hungry gaze as she spread her pale slender thighs.
The Potions Master had never felt so aroused in his life from what he could recall as he slipped between her waiting thighs once more. He pressed his pale lips into her plush red ones letting her searching tongue explore the depths of his waiting mouth.
No sooner had he been about to thrust home, there had been a knock on their bedroom door. He tried at first to ignore it and continue with what he had planned for the evening but the knocking became much more persistent.
"What the hell?" he asked pulling back up his pajama bottoms in a bid to hide his very angry erection.
"It's probably your son." said Bellatrix. "You know how he gets at this hour of the night."
Snape felt a bit dizzy at the mention of them having a son.
"S-Son?" he asked suddenly feeling as if his body weighed the equivalent of two full grown whales.
Bellatrix sighed.
"Yes..." she replied with a smile. "As annoyed with him as you are you cannot simply pretend he doesn't exist."
Snape sighed and made his way over toward the door and opened it after noting Bella had been tucked safely beneath the covers.
The Potions Master looked into the obsidian eyes of a full grown wizard, possibly about thirty-nine years of age.
"There you are father." said his apparent son.
Snape had been confused, the boy had looked a good deal like him. They had the same hair and complexion, even the same eyes...but he was clearly the child of Bellatrix.
The Potions Master blinked for a moment feeling odd as his gaze met that of his son's.
"What are you doing...we've got plans to finish this potion tonight." said the younger wizard.
"P-Potion?" asked Snape his head feeling a sort of tingling sensation.
"Not just any Potion father." replied the younger wizard. "The Dreamstride Potion."
"Of course." replied Snape as the sensations subsided. "The Dreamstride Potion."
Snape's son studied him for a moment.
"Are you feeling well father?" he asked.
"I'm fine..Phaeron..." said Snape not at all liking the way the boy was looking at him.
"I'm Regulus father." replied his son.
'R-Regulus." said Snape. "I must have confused you with your brother."
"I don't have a brother." replied Regulus. "Are you sure you are feeling well?"
Snape shook his head.
Bellatrix sat up in bed.
"You know dear you don't seem to be doing quite well." she said.
"I-I'm fine." said Snape again. "I'm just preoccupied is all."
Regulus smiled.
"It's alright father, but we should get to the potion." he said. "It's completion is of the most importance."
Snape was feeling unwell the more he spoke of this important potion.
"Let your father be." replied Bellatrix. "You two can go down to the lab in the morning."
"Father, I believe we should get started now." replied Regulus.
Snape sat down on the bed as his son spoke hoping the dizzy spell would pass.
Bellatrix immediately wrapped her arms around him and began planting kisses along his neck and shoulders.
"Your father and I have pressing business young man." she replied. "Kindly show yourself out."
"Father, you really should stay focused." said Regulus. "This project is a big deal and we've been working on it for quite some time."
Snape took a breath.
"We really have." he said getting up off the bed. "Haven't we?"
"Where are you going?" asked Bellatrix annoyed.
"To finish the potion." replied Snape.
The enraged witch folded her arms across her chest.
"Severus, I am your wife and I demand some attention." she said. "You've been ignoring me for weeks in favor of your wretched work projects."
"I've made our son a promise." said Snape. "What do you expect me to do?"
"I expect you to postpone your little science project until we finish our business." she said with a heated glare.
"This cannot wait father." said Regulus knowing all too well what his mother had meant.
"Sorry." said Snape pulling on his night shirt and making his way out of the door with Regulus.
As it turned out, Snape's natural instincts proved to be correct when they heard something shatter up against the bedroom door just as it closed behind them.
Snape followed his son down to their supposed lab.
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Regulus smiled when his father's assistant entered the room.
The Potions Master's sight zeroed in on the bushy haired witch with a tom-boyish look covering what had the potential to be a very beautiful yet slender body. His already pressing erection had only become more unbearable as he watched her thumbing through one of the numerous books that had been piled onto her desk.
"Let's get to work father." said Regulus.
Snape tore his eyes away from his assistant and walked over toward the cauldron already set up for the potion to be placed inside.
"We're missing a couple of things." said Regulus. "But don't worry I'll go get them...wouldn't want you to get sidetracked by mother again."
The Potions Master shook his head.
"Suit yourself." he replied staring down into the empty cauldron.
Regulus left the two of them in the lab to retrieve the ingredients.
Snape's obsidian eyes drifted back to his assistant. He walked over toward her and pulled her from her seat at his desk. Before she could get a word out his pale lips had crushed into her soft pink ones like it had been the most natural thing in the world. Despite her tension, a soft moan escaped from her.
The Potions Professor fumbled with his pajama pants and easily freed his rather large and impossibly erect cock from it's confines. He pressed his hips into the bushy haired witch. Her head had been leaning back as he fumbled with her school girl skirt and knickers.
"P-Professor...I..I thought you were going to be with your wife tonight." she said.
"You are my wife...Hermione." he muttered so wrapped up in the kiss that he had not noticed his silver band change into a gold one matching the one that appeared on his assistant's hand as well as the diamond engagement ring.
The Potions Master had only been seconds from entering the young bushy haired witch when the voice of Bellatrix had broken the mood.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH I KNEW YOU WERE SCREWING YOUR ASSISTANT!" she shouted as rage seemed to seep out of every one of her pores.
"Oh fuck." said Snape noting that he had lost his erection.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she wiggled out of his grasp.
The bushy haired witch summoned a good deal of magic as she stared down Bellatrix.
"YOU HAVE SOME NERVE BARGING IN HERE, HE'S MY HUSBAND YOU TWISTED BITCH!" shouted Hermione.
Snape took the time to quickly pull up his pajama bottoms as he tried to piece together what had been going on. What Hermione had been saying about being married to him seemed familiar but so did being married to Bellatrix.
"Father!" said Regulus ignoring the two bickering witches. "Stay focused...you need to get your hands on the ingredients for our potion."
"I-I don't understand." said Snape confused by all of this. "I don't know what is real here."
"Focus on me father." said Regulus. "I'm here to help you...those two are merely a distraction."
"H-How do I know you are not a distraction?" asked Snape suspicious. "I don't recall having any children."
Regulus smirked.
"But you do." he replied. "I'd wager the others are worried about you."
"Others?" asked Snape.
"Indeed father." replied Regulus. "I am merely your eldest."
Snape shook his head in disbelief.
"Stay focused old man." said Regulus with a smile. "What is it going to take to convince you?"
Snape thought for a moment.
"You're as skeptical as Phaeron." said the younger wizard.
"P-Phaeron?" said Snape noting the familiarity of the name. "M-My old master's name was..."
"Phaeron Aurelius and because of this you named your younger son Phaeron Severus." replied Regulus. "I was named for my mother's cousin."
"Regulus Black." replied Snape starting to recall some of the facts about his past.
The younger wizard smiled.
"Good you seem to be getting a few of your memories back." he said. "I had to track them down after that nutter bitch Vaermina tried to steal them."
"That's what..." began Snape.
"Uncle Lucius calls mother." replied Regulus amused. "I know."
"Lucius..." said Snape starting to piece everything together. "Draco, Phaeron, Narcissa, Lily...Hermione...they..."
"Are waiting for you." said Regulus. "Which is why you have to wake up."
Snape arched an eyebrow at this.
"Wake up?" he asked cautiously. "D-Do you mean this is..."
"All a dream or a waking nightmare?" asked Regulus. "Take your pick, either way it's just a distraction...you know why we are here."
"The potion." replied Snape recalling what he had been in this place for. "The Torpor for the Dreamstride Potion."
Regulus nodded.
"Get up father." he said serious. "Get up because your life now depends upon it."
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Unknown Location, Vaermina's Temple, Old World Scotland...
Obsidian eyes sprang open as Severus Snape found himself in the center of a strange room decorated with thick green vapors that seemed to be sucking the life out of all in their reach. The Potions Master noted the downed Bellatrix LeStrange and attempted to rouse her. His eyes had been unaccustomed to the vapors that sought to blur his line of vision but he could see it...the faint white glow on the far side of the room. It had been an odd shaped thing sitting on the throne in the shape of the wicked enchantress Vaermina.
Try as he might, Snape could not move from the small space before him. He settled for shaking Bellatrix awake. The deranged witch's eyes sprang open and she got to her feet without a word.
"So." said a rich sultry voice that Snape had never heard before. "You didn't like my little show?"
Snape narrowed his eyes as the whispers invaded his ears.
"I've had enough games." he replied defiantly.
"Too bad I have not." replied the voice once more. "Why have you saw fit to invade my temple?"
"I come seeking your torpor." said Snape. "A necessary ingredient for a potion."
"The Dreamstride." said the voice.
"Indeed." replied Snape.
A low chuckle of amusement sounded.
"And what makes an unworthy half-blood fool like yourself think that I shall grant you what is out of your reach?" asked the sultry voice.
"If you will not give it to me...then what of your own?" asked Snape.
"She is equally unworthy." replied the sultry voice with a trace of rage. "Such a shameful creature, leaving her proper place at my side to follow the words of another."
"Another?" asked Snape confused.
"That despot weakling you call the dark lord." replied the sultry voice. "I AM VAERMINA THE MOST SKILLED ENCHANTRESS IN ALL THE KNOWN WORLDS AND SHE DARED DEFY ME TO FOLLOW THAT SNAKE-FACED WEAKLING!"
The rage in Vaermina caused the temple to rumble.
"I BELIEVE A PROPER PUNISHMENT IS IN ORDER." shouted Vaermina. "A LESSON IS TO BE LEARNED HERE AND I AM GOING TO USE YOU TO DO IT!"
Snape had no idea what was happening but all of the sudden Bellatrix collapsed once more then levitated in the air. When she opened her eyes they were aglow with a strange green vapor coming out of them.
"No." said Snape realizing all too well what Vaermina had in mind for him.
He had no magic to spare but this was looking more and more like he would be locked in a fight to the death.
"SO WHAT DO YOU SAY MORTAL?" asked Vaermina. "ARE YOU PREPARED TO TAKE ON ONE AS POWERFUL AS I, GIVEN THAT YOU ARE THE BEST THAT SNAKE-FACED WEAKLING HAS TO OFFER."
"I no longer serve the dark lord." replied Snape in his own defense. "I have no master."
"ALL THE BETTER TO CLAIM YOU THEN!" replied Vaermina.
Bellatrix seemed to have no control as Vaermina used her as a medium to display her awesome power. The Potions Master found himself ducking and dodging spell after spell in a bid to keep his life.
"Bellatrix!" shouted Snape as he ran about. "Bellatrix stop this."
"She cannot hear you mortal." replied Vaermina amused. "She belongs to me now."
The Potions Master narrowly avoided a blast that had been aimed at his chest.
"Bella..." he said finding it more difficult to withstand the blasts as the intensity of the green vapors began to slow him down.
The deranged witch had been oblivious to his words as she continued to sling spell after spell in his direction. Snape did his best to avoid then but the vapors began to limit his mobility. Soon he was helpless as his knees buckled and he found himself in the path of an incoming spell.
He flew into the center of the temple with Vaermina cackling madly in his head.
"THIS IS THE BEST SNAKE FACE HAS TO OFFER?" she asked enraged but amused at the same time.
"I-I already told you that I no longer serve the dark lord." Snape said with a grimace due to the pain in his chest.
He had been out of options with Bellatrix closing in on him.
The a voice broke through that he had never expected to hear in his waking hours.
"Mother." said the voice.
Bellatrix seemed to have stalled.
"Mother please stop this." said the voice again.
Bellatrix shook her head, Vaermina's influence beginning to lessen.
Snape had been at a loss for words when Regulus appeared before Bellatrix every bit the grown man that he had been in his father's dreams.
"It's alright mother." he said in a comforting tone. "You don't have to be afraid anymore."
Snape noted how Bellatrix eyes cleared at the instant of their sons words and she turned toward the glowing torpor in the center of the room. It had been a strange white glowing liquid trapped here for a good number of years.
"Get up Severus." she instructed the Potions Master.
He struggled a bit but found himself on his feet in no time. She hurried him toward the exit as an enraged Vaermina began to levitate very sharp and carefully aimed weapons that had been left in her chambers.
"Keep going forward until you reach the exit." said Bellatrix.
Snape had been stunned when the deranged witch pushed the torpor into his arms. Everything had been happening so fast that he hardly noticed the tears that streamed down her pale cheeks as she pulled him close.
"I love you so much." she said in a broken tone that caught Snape by surprise.
She pressed her ruby red lips into his pale ones. The Potions Master had been at a loss for words in the wake of his shock.
"Goodbye Severus." had been the last he heard from her before she pushed him with the force of her magic toward the exit.
A blood curdling scream had been echoed through out the central chamber as Snape raced out of the temple and into the light clutching the phial filled with the now red glowing torpor to his chest as he had when she shoved it into him.
Mustering the magic that he had been holding onto that Dumbledore had transferred to him, Snape apparated to the first place that came to mind. In the middle of the flight he had bordered on losing consciousness but he clutched the phial for dear life, the final parting gift from a witch that had loved him more than he had ever realized.
The final images of Bellatrix LeStrange had been in Severus Snape's mind when he crashed into the center of an open field. The phial with the torpor only a few inches away from his battered form. His breathing had become difficult and the blood from his now highly visible injuries had been pooling around him.
The last thing he saw were the emerald green eyes of a very concerned Harry James Potter.