Chapter 11: The Absence Of Direction
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Strange Bedroom, Snape's Manor, Unknown Location...
Silence had been the first thing Hermione Granger noticed when she awoke from her short nap and found herself once more sitting at the small desk Snape had left for her. The strange tome Dumbledore had her retrieve years prior rested on the top closed tightly in the wake of her impending exhaustion. The defiant young witch looked around the room, knowing all too well that Snape could have easily slipped inside. He had done it before and she had no real reason to believe he wouldn't do so again, given that this was in fact his house. It didn't take her long for her eyes to focus on the new found darkness and the ebony clad figure standing at the other end of the bedroom between the door and the bed. How long he had been there was a big question that popped into her mind as she immediately moved into a defensive position. She had been no fool, Snape had done a number on a lot of her friends from Hogwarts and his handiwork concerning Ginny Weasley was not to be taken lightly.
"Awake are we?" he said in his usual sneer. "About time Miss Granger."
The busy haired witch narrowed her eyes at the ebony clad wizard. It still made her blood boil to think of all his past crimes, especially where her friends had been concerned and the latest with her rebel base was just the icing on the proverbial cake as of late.
"Snape." she said with her eyes fixed on the enemy. "Just the wizard I didn't want to see."
Snape didn't appear affected one way or another by her hatred of him.
"I would say that the feeling is mutual." he began. "But then I'd be lying wouldn't I?"
"That's never stopped you before." muttered Hermione.
Apparently, the knowledge of his past crimes didn't sit very well with the young Gryffindor witch.
"True." he admitted. "But in this case it serves no real purpose...not even as amusement."
Hermione folded her arms across her chest.
"Why are you here and what does it have to do with this strange book?" she asked glancing at the tome on the desk.
Snape's expression had been a bored one as he moved across the room, causing her to stand in a defensive pose as if awaiting some off-handed attack by him. He seemed more amused than threatened as he looked at her. His obsidian eyes held a kind of unnerving glint behind them.
"So young." he said in a strange and creepy tone. "And so very beautiful...who would have thought a bookworm such as yourself could end up being quite pleasing to the eye."
"The book Snape." said Hermione attempting to get the wizard back on his original train of thought. "What is it for?"
The Potions Master's expression returned to the bored look from before.
"You'd think it was obvious." he muttered. "That is the tome Albus Dumbledore sent you to retrieve from the library is it not?"
Hermione sighed exhausted from the stress of intense study and the constant state of fear concerning this evil git's motives.
"It's the book alright." she replied with her eyes still narrowed in suspicion of the man before her. "But what does it have to do with you?"
"Not that it matters at this point...but there was a time Miss Granger, when there were things in this world that I would not have ever lowered myself to even attempt." said Snape in a sort of exhausted tone. "Before Albus discovered this dreaded tome, I had made up my mind to walk away from this life and everyone in it."
"What are you saying?" asked Hermione annoyed. "This book has something to do with you being a sadistic murdering bastard?"
"To put it mildly, Miss Granger." said Snape still seemingly bored. "I tire of this existence...in truth there is but one conquest left in this world and once it has been completed there will no longer be any amusement in this life for me."
"How tragic." said the witch in a mocking tone.
"Mock all you'd like Miss Granger, but the fact remains...I did not chose to become as I am." he said almost bitterly. "That choice was taken from me long ago by someone you hold so dear."
"You are not going to put this off on Professor Dumbledore you greasy git." said Hermione in defense of the murdered Headmaster. "Especially after you killed him and proved just how much of a coward you really are."
At the mention of this word Snape did not react. He simply sighed and went about his merry little way flipping through the pages of the tome left on the desk.
"The Black Heart Blight." he read aloud. "Such an intriguing curse if I do say so myself...ancient by all accounts and quite effective in terms of destroying an enemy."
The Gryffindor witch's eyebrow arched as Snape said this.
"I suppose you'd have a better understanding of it's properties than I." said Snape with a small smirk. "Seeing as you are quite the insufferable know it all."
Hermione glared at him as he made his way toward the bedroom door.
As quickly as he had ventured into the imprisoned witch's bedroom, he had gone without another word. No sooner had he left, Hermione Granger let out a sigh of relief. She hated the despicable Slytherin with ever fiber of her being but his words had placed doubt into her mind as to how much of a bastard Snape had truly been. Dumbledore had gotten her to retrieve the tome from the library and Snape seemed quite convinced that the old Headmaster placed a kind of curse on him. Taking a moment to realize just whom it was she was dealing with, Hermione pushed the thoughts back down. No. Snape was a sadistic git because that was what he had been right down to his unmovable core.
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Master Bedroom, Snape Manor, Unknown Location...
Minerva McGonagall stood near the window of her gilded cage. Her mind taking her through various scenarios pertaining to how she ended up in this place shackled to such a sadistic mad-wizard. Looking back through all the years she had known Severus Snape, he had given no indication to being as twisted and warped as this. Of course she had not expected him to have killed Albus Dumbledore of all people and he had managed it. According to Mr. Potter, Snape simply looked the old man in the eyes as he begged for assistance and killed him as if he had not even meant a single thing to him. When the news first broke shock had taken effect as she rallied the students and moved to protect the school, she had after all been named deputy Headmistress below Albus Dumbledore as Headmaster.
Then came the take over. Severus swept into the school like an emotionless drone, looking a good deal different from the young man she once knew that always seemed to be at Albus' side. Despite the pain and the shock, she believed that perhaps there was some small ounce of good that had been untarnished by his murderous act and that he had not truly meant to hurt anyone. There was only one account of what happened at the astronomy tower and Harry always seemed to have it in for the poor Slytherin Professor since he first walked through the halls of Hogwarts. Time and time again, Severus proved to be the reformed sort and even won a place in her heart as one of the Hogwarts family despite his gruff exterior.
She had known very well that he had been quite lonely, going so far as to begrudgingly accept the friendships of his former Professors when he himself became a teacher of sorts. Tears streamed down the aged witch cheeks as she recalled the frightened little boy that Severus had once been when he accidentally wondered into the deepest part of the forbidden forest. According to the boy he was simply trying to get away from those that bullied him, but neither she nor Albus would hear any of it at the time. Being the consonant Gryffindors that they were, it was inconceivable that a Slytherin such as Severus could be telling the truth about Gryffindors tormenting him.
Eventually, the boy stopped saying anything about what happened and took every punishment with a grain of salt.
That day in the forest however, it was she who had found him.
His knees were skinned in the wake of a fall, his body badly bruised and his wand lay broken as a few forest dwelling centaurs took offense to the young raven haired boy intruding on their territory. Because he was a wizard, they showed him little mercy. Because he was Severus Snape, it was just another brutal beating in a long line of brutal beatings for the rest of the year wither he had been at home in the muggle world or back at Hogwarts.
{ Severus Snape had not moved from the very moment she had noticed his battered 12 year old frame cask askew in the center of the forest floor. There had been a good deal of blood and mud present as the old witch's green eyes took in the horror of the attack. She quickly kneeled beside the fallen boy and rolled him onto his back.
He had been semi-conscious with blood gushing from his broken nose and bruises on his sallow pale cheeks.
"Oh you poor boy." she said softly as she lifted him into her arms.
Snape's chest heaved and she noted his shallow breathing due to his broken ribs. The centaurs did a number on the boy.
"Wasn't strong enough." said a quiet voice that seemed to barely whisper.
The Transfiguration Professor noticed the voice had belonged to the boy, he had been trying to talk despite all that he had endured he had still been able to function on limited mental processing.
"Hush now." instructed Minerva softly. "We'll get you fixed up in no time."
"I'm sorry." said Severus despite the urging to refrain from talking. "I'm not good."
"Hush." said Minerva. "You're just a boy...what do you know of good and evil?"
"I...I killed it." said Severus struggling to take a breath.
Minerva had been about to protest when she noted more blood as she looked about the area. This had not come from Severus but was in fact the result of his battle with the centaur. As sure as the day she was born the body of the forest dwelling creature lay just a few feet away.
"My word." she said in disbelief.
It had astonished her that a child as small as Severus Snape could manage a magical feat such as this on his own.
"Didn't mean to." replied Severus. "He wouldn't leave me alone."
With a weighted sigh, Minerva scooped the ailing boy into her arms and carried him back toward the school.
"I just need to get you to Hogwarts and you'll be good as new." she said softly as he lost consciousness in her arms.
She had gotten him to Hogwarts and took him straight to Poppy that night. She made no mention to anyone of the impressive feat she witness when he killed the centaur.}
Yes, it seemed Severus Snape had been the dangerous sort even then. Still she had hoped that he would have become something much different than anyone had ever assumed he would become.
"Enjoying the trip down memory lane, Minerva?" came the familiar baritone drawl of her unsavory husband.
"Leave me alone Severus." said the older witch as the tears continued to stream down her cheeks. "Haven't you done enough?"
The Potions Master made no sound as he made his way over toward the older witch wrapping his arms around her waist as he had done so many times before. He kissed her on the exposed portion of her shoulder as a wicked smirk filed across his face.
"Why didn't you tell anyone about my little accomplishment?" he asked in a curious tone.
"Because I wanted you to have a fighting chance to be different." replied Minerva bitterly. "Of course we know how that turned out."
"Do we?" asked Snape with a serious expression before he resumed kissing her shoulder.
"You are as wicked and unsavory as they come Severus Snape." said the old witch. "And Merlin help you for it."
"It's good that you hate me." he said in a causal tone. "It does wonders for our sex life wouldn't you say?"
Minerva did her best to push him away. Snape allowed it for the time being.
"Don't you have a school to run?" she asked. "Or is Voldemort putting you on vacation."
Snape hissed at the sound of the dark lord's name instinctively clutching his left fore arm.
"Watch your tongue." he snarled bitterly in the wake of the pain.
"Of course dear." said the older witch in a mocking tone. "Wouldn't want you to be summoned before your time."
"Gryffindors." muttered Snape as he stepped away from his bitter wife and made his way toward the door. "At least there is one among you that enjoy's my company."
"What you did to Miss Weasley is despicable Severus." said Minerva still bitter. "Merlin help you when all is said and done."
"Unlike you Ginerva appreciates the pleasure I give her." countered Snape.
"Rape is not a pleasurable thing, Severus." said Minerva in full battle mode. "If you were any kind of man you would know that...but as usual you prove just how much of a coward you are."
"I do so love your considerable need for pet names, love." he replied rather cheekily. "I shall be quite late getting to bed this evening...don't wait up."
"I never do." replied Minerva. "This nightmare just so happens to continue with my eyes open."
"Touche Mrs. Snape." said The Potions Master. "Rest well."
He left without another word as Minerva turned her attention back to the window and her invasive memories.
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Spare Bedroom, Snape Manor, Unknown World...
Ginerva Weasley's back had been pressed against the plush pillows of her assigned bed. The silk robe that had been wrapped around her youthful form had been peeled back as Severus Snape positioned himself between her creamy colored thighs. She had not a care in the world as he plunged his engorged cock into her warm depths. The sweat that dampened her fiery red hair trickling down her exposed form as she clung to him for dear life.
"Yessss." hissed Snape enjoying having a willing partner for a change.
Ginny had been quite a delectable young witch. So responsive. So obedient. Of course she had not always been so. It had taken quite a few sessions to teach the high spirited young witch her place in this new world. Once she had emerged from his lessons she had been the perfect bed mate. Ginny bit her bottom lip as Snape continued to thrust into her.
"Master." she called as a series of moans escaped her in the wake of his antics. "Never stop..."
Snape grunted as he had his way with the wanton young thing. His mind relishing the knowledge of Harry Potter's blood traitor whore being so responsive to him was just too amusing.
The witch had not minded a bit of rough play as he pulled her red locks and bit along the flesh of her sensitive neck. He had enjoyed bedding the young Weasley girl far more than he had his oh so cold prisoner wife and half the witches in his harem. There always seemed to be something about the blatant passion of a Gryffindor witch that set him ablaze with need.
Another hour and a half saw Snape spilling inside the red head witch and falling into a coma like sleep. It had been strange to think that Ginny Weasley's bedroom had been the safest place in the house as he had instinctively known she would not allow anything to happen to him as he slept nor would she attack him.
The red head witch watched him sleep for a bit. Before she knew it, her own eyes grew heavy and she rested her head against his pale chest as the comfort of sleep took hold.
There was a lot to be said for the former girlfriend of Harry Potter. There was even more to be said about her attachment to the man that held her prisoner. One thing was for sure, Hermione Granger was determined not to become like her. No matter how long she stayed in this wretched place.