Chapter 15: Encroaching Darkness
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{"Have I ever thought of this before?...Did I ever look behind the door?...Have I ever tried to understand?...Did I listen to the Other hand?...Have I ever tried to see?...Parts of you that aren't a part of me?...Did I ever really want to know?...Or am I just drifting with the flow?...Why is it that I'm so full of hate?...Why am I so dumb but so afraid?...Have I ever tried to understand?...Did I listen to the other hand?..."} Angle,Core
Strange Bedroom, Snape's Manor, Unknown Location...
Unexpected had been the term that came to mind when Severus Snape returned to Hermione Granger's room and found himself thrown into a nearby wall via what appeared to be wand-less magic. Clearly, he had underestimated the little chit, or Albus was quite thorough in his attempts to mentor the girl in the ways of assisting him. A smirk filed across his sallow pale face as she charged him with a letter opener. In his mind he could almost hear the pride in Minerva's voice at the girl's blatant actions against him. She had been indeed the cream of the crop so to speak as far as Gryffindors were concerned but she could be broken, as the so many other's that stood before him so full of themselves and filled with the notion that their petty little antics mattered and that they had been instruments of justice. It had been much to laughable a thought to hold back the slight chuckle that rumbled in his now threatened throat as his glinted gaze once again fell upon Hermione Granger.
"Your reign of terror is at an end." she said with her amber eyes narrowed and her expression of pure contempt.
The fierceness of her intent so strong that it cause a small jolt to run through the wicked Professor and make it's way to his now very aroused cock. He had no idea why he had a fondness for forceful women, of all things, perhaps it was Minerva's influence as he had never been around them before. Then of course, there was Bellatrix LeStrange...it had been much too bad that she was defeated at the battle of Hogwarts. She had been quite formidable in her day.
"Am I to be punished then?" asked the Potions Master as he continued to stare at the young witch whom believed she held him captive with her weapons and magic. "Am I to pay for my many wrong doings?"
"You should be so lucky." muttered Hermione forcing the letter opener into the soft flesh of Snape's pale neck. The tip of it cool to the touch and oh so sharp as it began to dig into his loose flesh in the wake of her pressure.
"You despicable bastard." hissed the enraged young witch as she further added pressure to the letter opener. "How dare you!...How dare you touch me in that manner."
"I was under the impression that you might have enjoyed a bit of pleasure." said Snape unphased. "Given the amount of pain you claim I caused you before hand."
She did not miss the twisted glint behind his obsidian eyes.
In what appeared to be a fraction of a second, Snape twisted the girl around and slammed her faced down onto the bed pulling the letter opener from her grasp in an effortless fashion and covering her body with his own ebony clad form. He pressed his ebony clad form into her as a low growl escaped him.
"Minerva has taught you well." he said in the eerie calm tone he had been quite famous for.
Hermione continued to struggle against him as his large pale hands continued to pin her to the mattress.
"So young...so foolish..." he said in almost a trance like state. "Every time you fight you only increase my desire for you."
"Get off me coward!" shouted Hermione.
Snape lifted himself off the young witch just enough to ensure she faced him.
"Coward you say?" he said in a bitter tone. "I should have only been so fortunate as to have been one."
Hermione narrowed her amber eyes once more but more in confusion than anger.
"What is that suppose to mean?" she asked still clearly enraged.
Snape groaned as his rather thin hips pressed into the young and exquisite form of the angry witch below him.
"I would not tempt me further if I were you." he hissed.
His obsidian eyes some how growing darker in warning.
"It would be nothing to ravage you until you could no longer function." he said in a serious tone. "As it is I desire you above all others at the moment but that would be counter productive to my plans for you at the present time."
"Plans?" asked Hermione quickly becoming even more confused. "What plans?...Does it have something to do with that tome?"
Snape rolled his eyes.
"One incessant question after another." he hissed in annoyance. "It seems somethings never truly change do they Miss Granger?"
Fighting to keep from taking things any further than necessary with the young witch, Snape removed himself from her enticing form.
"What progress have you made in understanding the tome?" he asked getting down to business.
"None of your business." replied Hermione spitefully.
"DO NOT PLAY GAMES WITH ME GIRL!" shouted Snape suddenly irate.
Hermione had been shocked by how fast his calm facade melted away and he became violent in temperament.
"Very...little progress has been made." she replied deciding it better not to anger him outright. "I was dealing with a bit of trauma on the part of a selfish brute's assault on my person."
Snape narrowed his obsidian eyes at the young cheeky witch.
"While you are fortunate that I do not decided to assault your person here and now...do not think that I will have forgotten your insolence when the time comes to teach you obedience." he said then took his leave of her for fear of assaulting her then and there.
When the door slammed Hermione sank back down onto the cold stone floor shaken but determined all the same to escape and rid the world of that twisted monster once and for all.
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The Infirmary, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...
Minerva McGonagall an expression of horrified shock filed across her suddenly paled face. Her green eyes were as empty as a levitating emerald as she stared back at an equally shocked but not so much horrified as she was stunned Madam Pomfrey. What the two women had not known, was that Severus Snape had been stocking the shelves with potent new potions during their conversation.
"It...it can't be." said Minerva at last finding her voice.
"T-The tests are giving the same conclusion no matter how many times I administer them." said Madam Pomfrey. "You are pregnant Minerva."
The Transfigurations professor had fallen silent as the images of how this occurred came flooding back in rapid succession. Her eyes widened in terror when she caught sight of Severus Snape swiftly making his way out of the infirmary. She had not known for sure if he had heard what was being discussed but she was certain of only one fact:
Severus Snape had been the father of her unborn child.
"How could this have happened?" asked Poppy still very shocked at the situation the older and much respected witch found herself in.
Minerva had been silent again as her mind went back to the transgressions of so called new Headmaster. There had been not a single once of love for the child that grew so rapidly within her belly. A child that had come from something as dark and as wicked as Severus Snape should never have been allowed to see a single day. It had all been clear to her that Snape was a curse himself, given his twisted nature. It just pained her that she had not seen it beforehand. Perhaps then Albus' life could have been spared from such a wretched being.
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Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...
The shattering of glass had been resonating within the ears of Phineas Black and Albus Dumbledore from their respective portraits. Severus had been in a black mood as he smashed nearly everything in his path in a blatant display of unyielding rage and vast destruction.
"Severus, pull yourself together." said Albus in his usual calm father-like tone.
"Let him be Albus." warned Phineas with rage behind his own painted eyes. "Haven't you forced the poor boy to do enough...let him have this."
Snape collapsed onto the floor feeling something dark within as if it had been slowly strangling him.
He heard the whispers in his mind as the tears streamed down his sallow pale cheeks. He had never wished the continuation of his accursed genes on anyone let alone a woman whom he held in high regard. A dark chuckle came from inside as the tears continued the images of his drunken brute muggle father flashed in his mind. There had truly been no difference between the two of them. He had accepted that now.
"Severus?" said Albus with a look of concern for the ailing younger wizard for the first time since this whole ordeal began.
The dark laughter continued as Snape found himself being dragged further and further into a slow creeping madness.
"Are you ill boy?" asked Phineas concerned for the younger Slytherin as well.
Before Snape could utter a reply he felt the immediate burning sensation in his left forearm.
"He's calling." replied Snape in an emotionless tone given the maniacal expression he wore.
He swiftly got to his feet and disapparted from Hogwarts with a crack of thunder resounding in the office.
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Master bedroom, Snape's Estate, Unknown Location...
The green eyed witch had been glaring at him for at least on hour and still he made no move. The hollowed look behind his seedy obsidian eyes had caused her great concern for the first time in a long time. He had been completely naked as he sat in a leather armchair surrounded by darkness. She wondered perhaps if the young man she once knew was coming to his senses at last. She thought not to make a move unsure of his motives, he had been as untrustworthy as they came and she knew all too well that he enjoyed his twisted games dangling hope in front of her then snatching it back to reveal only despair.
Snape had not moved as he stared into the darkness of their shared bedroom. Minerva had not known what to do about Severus but whatever was going through his tortured mind was nothing good she had been sure. She had barely let out a cautious breath before Severus got up and dropped down to his knees before her. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head against her belly.
"I apologize." he said in an emotionless tone. "It was not my intention to...harm you."
Minerva had been tense as Snape continued to cling to her.
"Never meant to...harm you." he said almost as if had caused him great pain to admit this.
As if locked in a prolonged emotionally draining dance, Minerva finally relaxed and gently patted Severus on the head.
"What happened to you?" she asked finally tired of all the cloak and dagger.
"Albus." replied Snape in an icy tone.
"What did Albus do?" asked Minerva.
Severus attempted to speak but was suddenly overcome with excruciating agony.
He collapsed onto the floor at the elder witch's feet. He continued to struggle as his eyes met hers from his position on the floor.
"S-Save...them..." he said.
Minerva noticed what looked to be black tears streaming down his cheeks once more.
"P-Please..." he begged.
The Deputy Headmistress had been frozen in place as she watched him convulse and a dark chuckle escaped him. She got the same uncomfortable feeling she always got in his presence and attempted to make her way towards the door in a bid to capitalize on his apparent weakness. Unfortunately, she had not been fast enough as he grabbed her by the ankles and in one swift motion tossed her onto the bed. A sadistic smirk upon his sallow pale face.
The terror in her eyes as the images of yet another brutal assault by the deranged wizard. He simply chuckled darkly once more before turning his back on her. With a snap of his fingers his trousers had been on and he made his way out the door. Minerva had been tense the entire time as Snape made his way down the manor staircase.
His obsidian eyes flickered with a kind of hopelessness as he turned his attention to the room that held Ginerva Weasley. It had been a while since he had been with the seemingly devoted young witch and it was for good reason. She had become something of an unwitting threat to him. Engaging her again would open him up to considerable weakness. A good deal of rage boiled to the surface and he stormed out the door toward Hogwarts Castle.