DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter was created by JKR, I do not own the rights to any characters, nor do I pretend to.
Snape was not having a good day.
In fact he couldn't remember the last time he had a good day.
He just had horrible days, and days that were slightly less horrible and therefore bearable.
Potions are his passion, his livelihood. Or part of it. He loved Potions, but he loathed teaching it. Out of the few hundred witches and wizards attending Hogwarts, maybe a half dozen shared the same appreciation of Potions that he did. It never occurred to him that he was the reason that the kids hated potions, but he couldn't care less. He just assumed that they all hated the class because they all suck at it. Again he didn't realize it was due to his abysmal teaching skills.
The other part of his livelihood was caught up between Albus Dumbledore and the Dark Lord Voldemort.
He once thought he was finally free of the menace of trying to toe the line of double spy for both parties, as he banked one of them dying. One of them did die about 14 years ago, but apparently not for good. So now he was faced with having to play that blasted double spy role again. He didn't even know who side he was truly on, just that whichever side would save his ass in the long term.
He was attending the third event of the Tri-Wizard tournament when he saw 'That Arrogant Potter Brat' and the Diggory boy get portkeyed away. His day was about to become a very good day if the Potter boy was killed. Sadly it wasn't so.
'Sure, the Potter brat isn't as annoying as he was the first three years, and he wasn't a complete failure at potions anymore. I can ignore the fact that he looks like his dad, but I will never forget.' He thought to himself with a mental sneer.
In fact his world went straight to the shitter minutes after that. His Dark mark that lay dormant for years was starting to burn. Sure, everyone noticed that their marks were getting darker and were preparing for the inevitable. But the fact remains that it sucked. If it weren't for the fact that removing your arm wouldn't break the master-servant bond of the dark mark, he would have chopped his arm off years ago- potions be damned.
Naturally he told Albus that the mark was burning, but he was told to ignore his master's call for now. They both noticed Karkaroff flee the scene clutching his arm, and a few others leave in the same fashion.
It was only after both the champions arrived and Potter announcing the Dark Lord's return that the truth hit home. He whimpered to himself. No one enjoyed being in the Dark Lord's service after the first week after all. No one ever told him the fine details. None of them thought the Dark Lord would lose either.
Albus immedietly summoned forth 'the old crowd' of the Order of The Phoenix. Snape only stayed for a scant few minutes before he had to meet the Dark Lords summons. The Mark was pulsing for the 7th time, and the pain was far too much. He would have blacked out with severe nerve damage if he didn't answer the call, so Albus reluctantly let him go before they could go over any quick plans. Snape would have to wing it.
He arrived in a disheveled mess inside an unknown manor. There were about 20 people attending that he could count, but probably more. He hastily straightened out his worn Death Eater robes and Silver Mask of the Inner Circle.
He noticed that there was a large cauldron set up and a toady lady going through the end of a ritual he didn't recognize. He wasn't sure what was going on so he stood motionless and tried to blend in with everyone as if he was there the whole time.
He was confused when he saw the Dark Lord emerge from the cauldron. 'I thought Potter said he was reborn during the task… What is going on… -" He was interrupted out of his thoughts.
"Ah, Severus. So you did decide to join us? Tell me why I shouldn't kill you where you stand." The Dark Lord spit venomously.
"Please my Lord. I only serve you. I have information!" Snape groveled, preparing for the eventual torture. He wasn't disappointed.
"Crucio!" Voldemort hissed.
Snape collapsed in a ball of pain. It wasn't as powerful as he remembered it to be, but it was enough to still hurt like a bitch. Probably had something to do with the fact that his Lord was still unused to his new body.
"Explain or you die."
"I have information on Dumbledore, I've been working at Hogwarts for over a decade now, he uses me as a confidant. I have insight into possible plans. I left directly from the Order of the Phoenix meeting to come here. I have names of some of the followers, mostly the same as the first war."
"First war? That would mean you think there's going to be a Second war. No, I will take over this country without ever getting to the warfare. Britain will crumble from the inside out! "
"I understand my Lord." Snape replied without missing a beat.
"I have a mission for you, to prove your loyalty and get back into my good graces."
"Anything my lord."
"Collect all the information you can on Harry Potter. His schedule, what he eats, when he sleeps, when he shits, his friends, his enemies, what he is learning, what he does in between classes. Everything. I want you to know more about Harry Potter then he knows about himself. Don't be obvious about it though, use all that cunning you possess. Know that I am only keeping you around simply because you have the unique possession of having access to both Dumbledore and Potter."
"It shall be done. I think maybe a private tutoring lesson of some kind will allow me to get the needed information."
"You are a master legillimens, see that it is done. Oh, and so you don't forget that I don't forgive so easily. Crucio! Crucio! Crucio! I expect the complete report done by the winter solstice, which gives you the whole semester. If you don't succeed, your life is forfeit. That is if you still have it by then. Crucio! Crucio!"
Snape was unconscious by the time the last torture curse hit him. This was most pain he has ever been in, bar none. He knew he was on the path of the Longbottoms if his Lord didn't stop soon.
"Crabbe, Goyle. Drag him out back. De-clothe him and cover him in lettuce, and then dump flobberworms all over him. Nott, you will go into the town and find a male muggle. You will imperious him and make him have his way with our dear potion master over there. This will not be a lesson he will forget. And all of you better not forget it either. I am a very unforgiving man, so it would be healthy for all of you to not fail at your assigned tasks."
Snape woke up in a world of shit. When shit couldn't get any worse, it did. He thought the torture was going to be the extent of it. Instead he woke up outside naked in a pile of mud and lettuce. There were flobberworms all around, and bites all over his body.
Including many many bites on his flobberworm.
Including some human shaped bites.
He then noticed the naked, dead, male muggle laying next to him. He then noticed the extreme soreness in his butt.
He whimpered.
He cried.
He then noticed a rash around his crotch in-between the bite marks.
"No!" he pounded the ground.
He hoped there was a cure he could brew for muggle STDs. There wasn't anything he could do about the emotional pain. Except maybe obliviate himself. Yes, that would work. He looked for his wand but couldn't find it.
"You will not fail me Severus. This is the extent of my leniency. I thought about using flesh eating slugs, you should be thanking me for being merciful." The Dark Lord said as he appeared in the door way. "Make yourself decent and get the hell out of my sight. You disgust me!" The Dark Lord tossed the wand onto the tosser lying next to Snape.
The Dark Lord spat onto Snape's face and left. To Snape's dismay his Lord's spit was actually burning him!
He quickly lifted himself off his knees and casted 30 cleaning charms onto himself, and then rushed inside the manor to find a shower. He took an hour long shower, and after releasing out a few flobberworms (amongst others things) from his bowels and finding suitable clothes he apparated to the Hogwarts Gates. He would get some post-cruciatus potion from Pomfrey and probably some healing balm for the bite marks.
After diverting embarrassing questions away from the imposing nurse he limped his way up to the Headmaster's Office.
"Ah, Severus. It is good to see you. After you didn't return last night, I feared the worst. Tell me my dear boy, what happened."
"I need a vow from you Albus. After I am done with the tale, for the love of Merlin please oblivate from me everything that occurred after the meeting."
"Very well, if you insist." Dumbledore replied with eyes twinkling.
"Well, when I arrived it seemed that the Dark Lord was being reborn again. I don't know what to make of it so hopefully you can fill in that part. "
Dumbledore nodded his head and Snape continued.
"Then the Dark Lord noticed me and asked me why he shouldn't kill me on the spot. I told him that I have access to your insight. He told me that I will be dead unless I don't collect adequate information on Potter. He wants to know everything about the brat. Here, I will give you the memory."
Severus took the memory of the nights events out and placed them into Dumbledore's pensieve.
"I see. We will have to play this very carefully like we did in the past. We can feed him the bare minimum of information, some true, others misleading. Tell me, how bad did he punish you to the point where you want your memory erased.?
Snape visibly shivered. "I was put under the Cruciatus at least 5 times before I passed out. Sometime during the night someone removed my clothes and put lettuce and flobberworms on me. I woke up with bite marks all over, and I mean all over. The worst part was that some of the bites were human, and then I noticed the dead man on the ground and that my rectum was sore. I'm almost positive I now have a muggle STD. I even remember waking up during the act briefly and being stunned seconds later." Snape shivered at the memory. "Please Albus, PLEASE!" he yelled reaching up and shaking the old mans collar.
"Very well." Dumbledore replied with a bit of amusement. "Obliviate!"
Snape was in a coma for 3 weeks after the extreme oblivate. The hard part would be explaining to him when he woke up why he had to be oblivated like that.
"Because you suffered mental trauma so severe that I was afraid that you may take your own life. You requested the obliviation to the point of requiring an oath."
"But why Albus? What could of happened to me that would make ME, a person lacking all emotional depth and morals, need obliviation?"
"Well…I could tell you but then you will probably asked to be obliviated again."
He scoffed at that. "I think I got the balls enough. Try me."
"Don't say I didn't warn you." He pulled out his pensieve and put some memories in.
5 minutes later Snape was in another oblivation induced coma for another 3 weeks.
The 6 weeks that Snape was unconscious proved to be very detrimental to the cause. They didn't have their spy in the Death Eaters' ranks and thus had no idea what they were planning. It was a very long 6 weeks indeed. Snape never did get that STD looked at.
Voldemort was satisfied that he handled the Snape situation adequately. He had no qualms about killing the man, but sadly he was the only person who had access to both his enemies. His other spy in the Order of the Phoenix did not return last night; he assumed Potter recognized him upon his return.
"No matter" he mused to himself. Then there was a quick knock on his door. "Come in."
A toad faced thing walked into the room.
"Ah Delores, good of you to come" he said almost pleasantly. She was the reason for his revival after all.
"I live to serve, my lord!"
"Good, Good" he collected his thoughts for a few seconds. "I want you to start working on the new plan. Start pushing for those Hogwarts reforms to get passed. Something along the lines of 'if the headmaster can't fill a vacancy, then the ministry will provide a suitable candidate.' You of course will be that candidate, I don't care what position you have to fill, but it will most likely be Defense, which would work out the best for us. In fact, I will put the plans in motion to make sure the Aurors all get pulled into active duty. No doubt that nuisance Bones will be using all the aurors to track us down."
"I will see to it that it is done!" she bowed down and left.
"Ah, now that all the pressing matters are taken care of, time to spoil myself with a bit of Ogden's Tristram Special. Oh how I waited 14 long years to savor you…Strong alcohol is exactly what I need after a night like last."
To say Voldemort was extremely disappointed at the day's events would be an understatement. "I shall start work on my own assignment tomorrow, one task that I didn't get to finish last time…"