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Chapter Five: Run Cried The Crawling


Hogwarts Dungeons

Severus endured a challenging and exhausting week. Following the revelation of his alleged mistreatment of students, the Ministry of Magic evaluated his performance for the year. The interviewer referred to the numerous letters received from parents expressing their objection to their children undergoing that particular treatment. In her portrayal, she characterized him as an individual lacking in passion, possessing a narrow perspective, exhibiting self-satisfaction, and instructing in a manner reminiscent of punitive measures. The abuse hardly affected him. What made it hurtful was her level of accuracy.

His actual work will only kick off once the Dark Lord makes his return. Although there was no substantiated proof, Severus had an eerie, gut feeling that the Dark Lord's return was imminent. Then he will kneel humbly before a powerful wizard, who resembles a subservient dog. He has no say in the predetermined rules he obediently follows. His hand trembling, Severus reached for his glass, and a curse slipped out from between his lips, his frustration clear. With a swift motion, he filled the glass to the brim with a potent alcohol; the liquid disappearing down his throat in a single gulp. He felt a burning sensation that seemed to consume his throat and encase his chest. A light fog wrapped his brain, impairing his ability to think clearly, and Severus found solace in the relief it brought.

"They send such mediocrity here, and then they're surprised that I'm full of frustration," Snape reflected, filling another glass. Thinking of the students, he remembered Potter and his role as the caretaker. Anger surged through him once more, its intensity growing harder to contain. The weight became increasingly unbearable, constantly gnawing at him as time passed. Next week, Snape made a firm decision to delve into the details surrounding Potter's situation. With each pour, his attention involuntarily shifted to the inky liquid, its bittersweet aroma offering temporary respite from the torment.

Snape engaged deeply with a captivating literary work by a highly respected philosopher from Romania over the course of the preceding week. According to the philosopher, his mental state primarily influenced his writing ability, particularly during episodes of depression. The author examined the concept of isolation and distress in the work, exploring detailed descriptions and presenting two major categories. Initially, the experience is unique to each individual, but eventually, it becomes a collective experience.

"I'm curious which one will hurt more," Snape pondered.

The book was so captivating that Severus couldn't stop thinking about it. He was likely feeling depressed, but he tried really hard to keep it to himself.

Severus felt something was missing. Like something inside needs to get out. It was only when he retrieved a note from his pocket that he had scribbled a few days prior, under unknown circumstances, that his thoughts finally became coherent. Everything appeared bright, revealing the truth in his mind.

"I am drawn to the expansive space and profound sense of emptiness that pervades my being. The sensation of emptiness, originating in the stomach and radiating throughout the body, resembles a light, liquid substance that permeates all organs and members. An unspeakable internal pulsation accompanies this feeling. The gradual spread of emptiness, accompanied by the constant enlargement and growth of this emptiness to infinity, evokes a mysterious presence that causes contradictory feelings in the human soul. These include a simultaneous state of happiness and unhappiness, including both elation and depression. These opposing emotions coexist within me, creating a discordant but harmonious ambivalence. "

Despite the numbing effects of alcohol, his heart remained steeped in a potent mixture of bitterness and sadness.
He pondered the origin of his anguish, questioning if it arose from the isolating grip of loneliness or the clash between his convictions and the harshness of reality.

In deep thought, he pondered his identity, purpose, and reasons.

Severus found himself momentarily at a loss for words, consumed by the velvety embrace of the darkness he so secretly adored. A realization hit him like a ton of bricks - his problem was not something that magic alone could solve.

While at the school, Severus dedicated significant time to cultivating habitual thoughts, as it was crucial to control emotions and possess Occlumency skills. He relied on these thoughts to establish his confidence and self-esteem.

But now, he's hiding in the storage room, sneaking sips of alcohol to forget his troubles. The Dark Lord's defeat brought a palpable sense of relief, yet life felt devoid of purpose and devoid of danger. He was on the verge of losing his sanity completely.

A man without a purpose is a dangerous creature, especially to himself. Trapped in a net, his movements grow more desperate. Until finally he hurts himself, but he's long since lost his understanding.

Individuals should feel liberated by living for little reason, as they have the opportunity to pursue their desires and live freely. With each passing moment, Severus sensed a tightening in his chest, as if his heart were being squeezed by an unseen force. This brings up the question of whether this feeling of freedom is genuinely free.

"I am a slave to my mind," deduced Severus gazing into the delightful darkness

He then disposed of the drink and glass with a wave of his wand. He wrapped himself more tightly in his cloak and exited the storage room, darting his eyes around the empty classroom.

"If anyone saw me now, they would find it an extremely pitiful sight," he thought. "I've got to pull myself together."

Severus struggled to regulate his thoughts as he left the classroom for his chambers. In his view, this situation was completely unacceptable.

"It is time to revert to the fundamentals," he resolved.

He was wearing a black pair of chinos along with a brown cotton sweater underneath, completing his attire. He wore black leather boots that protected his feet, but he later uncovered them, exposing his red polka-dot socks. Longing for a sense of peace within the shadows, Severus Snape made his dwelling in an armchair that was conveniently placed next to the now extinguished fireplace. With his eyes closed, he then proceeded to venture into the depths of his subconscious, embarking upon a journey that he had not undertaken for an extended period.

Grengrass Manor

The man, whose distinguishing feature was his long, white hair, gracefully walked along the tiled pathway that led to the entrance gate of the magnificent mansion. His facial expression exuded a sense of superiority, while his gaze remained cold and distant. Before reaching the gate, he took a few steps and paused, displaying impatience as he consulted his watch. As he was not accustomed to enduring lengthy waits, he was taken aback when the gate opened silently, as if acknowledging his presence, and it prompted him to proceed into the estate with no hesitation.

The estate boasted a profusion of verdant shrubs, which added a touch of nature to the residence and evoked primal human instincts. Despite this, he paid no attention to them. The front door was ajar, held open by a house-elf. The elf informed him that Mr. Grengrass was waiting for him in the living room. Casting a venomous glance, the man proceeded inside wordlessly. As the man walked down the long, straight corridor, the portraits of famous wizards from the Grengrass family watched his every move. The corridor ended with a fork. The man turned left, following distant footsteps.

A man wearing Muggle jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt stood in the center of the living room. When the man entered the living room, he walked up to him with a smile and opened his arms, greeting him with, "Welcome to my home, Lucius!"

Despite his discomfort, Lucius forced a smile that seemed quite artificial, and he asked, "Cygnus, I must inquire, what on earth are you wearing?" Lucius made a gesture of disdain as he pointed towards his shirt.

"Lucius, if you were to witness the incredible music that Muggles can produce, you would be absolutely astonished." With a cheerful response, Cygnus wiped away a tear that didn't even exist in his eye. "Even your wife would find it enjoyable."

At the mention of his wife, Lucius pressed his lips together and threw Cygnus a cold look.
He calmly said, "That's enough."

Cygnus, with a slight smile on his face, locked eyes with Lucius and confidently made his way to the chair beside the crackling fireplace. He extended his hand towards the empty chair, silently inviting them to take a seat.

The men, seated in comfortable chairs by the fireplace, appeared as though they belonged to a bygone era, despite the contemporary attire of one of their number.

"Some time ago, I sent you an owl containing precious information. It was, in a way, a question. My question remains unanswered. I wonder why? Surely you know how important it is to expand the lineage. Thinking about the future is our responsibility as family leaders." Lucius finally spoke.

He watched Cygnus closely out of the corner of his eye, waiting for a reaction he could use to analyze the situation. The Lord of the House of Grengrass, however, seemed to be in complete control of his emotions, a slight smile written all over his face, his gaze never leaving the cool, calculating eyes of his guest.

"I received this letter. I read it carefully. Just so we both understand, you have proposed marriage between my daughter Daphne and your son Draco?"

"That's right. I think it would be most fruitful for our families."

A long, awkward silence filled the living room. Right when Lucius was on the verge of losing his composure, Cygnus calmly and composedly interjected, though his curiosity was clear.

"You mentioned the future. Which future are we talking about, the one with or without the Dark Lord?"

Lucius smiled and replied, "The Dark Lord is dead, Cygnus. Surely you know that."

"He'll be back. I'd like to know where your loyalty lies in this situation. You want my daughter. My wish is for her to enjoy a healthy life. Let me be clear. I know who you are, Lucius. I know about your upbringing. But don't forget that the Grengrass family has always been neutral. A marriage between our families would be beneficial for both sides. My daughter's happiness is all that matters to me. I'll ask directly."

When Cygnus looked at Lucius, his gaze sent a chill down his spine. Danger lingered in the air, a murderous presence nearby. The warmth that once radiated from his smile was now replaced with a cold, distant expression. It occurred to Lucius how mistaken he had been in assessing this man. Despite his racing heart and slightly sweaty palms, he maintained a calm and composed demeanor. Malfoy does not exhibit weakness, as he always presents himself with an unwavering sense of confidence.

"Should Lord Voldemort resurface, to seize power over the entire magical realm and implementing a twisted agenda, will you decide to surrender to him and grovel at his feet, or will you give precedence to the happiness and well-being of your family?"


The Magic Pearl Club

Throughout his life, Rodrigo Cruz has never found a reason to complain about his remarkable success with women. His attractive features, including his dark Hispanic complexion and well-built muscles, had a powerful allure for women from diverse backgrounds.

Even though it was Wednesday, Rodrigo couldn't shake off his exhaustion. Chaos and unexpected events had filled the previous two days. With the World Quidditch Cup looming and the highly anticipated Triwizard Tournament happening at Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic was in a state of frenzied chaos.

Rodrigo found himself in a state of relaxation as he sat at the bar, surrounded by the ambient chatter of patrons and the clinking of glasses. Despite his usual habit of reserving these indulgent outings for the weekends, he had no choice but to give in due to the circumstances.

As he consumed the alcohol, a pleasant sensation washed over him, dulling his senses and filling his body with a comforting heat. Just as he was beginning to lose hope, a woman joined him. The moment your eyes met hers, it was impossible to look away - her shapely figure, striking green eyes, and fashionable blonde hair commanded attention. Her captivating smile immediately caught his attention, accentuated by her full lips and ample bosom, that made her presence impossible to ignore.

"Mmm. Jackpot," Rodrigo thought.

Rodrigo swiftly called the barmaid and gestured towards the woman beside him.

"The same for her."

With a sweet smile lighting up her face, the blonde extended her hand for a friendly introduction. The stylish watch and bright red nails enhanced her overall look, giving her an air of sophistication. Her choice of a dark dress showcased her most attractive attributes, leaving a long-lasting impression.

"I'm Tonks!" she exclaimed with a mischievous grin.

As Rodrigo took her hand gently, he glanced into her eyes and then discreetly glanced down at her cleavage, trying to gauge her intentions.

"Rodrigo," he said, his voice carrying a warm and friendly tone.


The initial days of the week were rough, but in hindsight, it seemed like they tested his resilience. Karma always comes back. Unable to control himself, Rodrigo threw his head back. A loud moan escaped from him. He trembled, his hand covering his eyes, as the building sensation of orgasm surged in his testicles.

As he opened his eyes, he surveyed the cramped space of his studio apartment in central London, taking in the compact layout and minimalistic decor. However, the most impressive sight awaited him when he looked down between his legs.

Tonks, the blonde he met at the bar a few hours earlier, exceeded his expectations and turned out to be an incredible individual. As an Auror, her witty sense of humor perfectly complemented her exceptional skills.

Tonks effortlessly achieved what no woman had ever done before, taking him fully into her mouth without any difficulty. With Rodrigo's cock deep in her throat, their eyes met, and a surge of electric energy pulsed through the air, intensifying their connection.

Rodrigo's encouragement was evident as he threw his head back and let out a loud, resonating moan.

"Just like that," he moaned, his voice filled with desire.

With eagerness, she skillfully pleasured him, her tightly pursed lips sliding along his throbbing shaft, creating an intoxicating sensation.

"Mmmmm,"

With his eyes closed, Rodrigo blissfully savored the sensation of a pleasurable head. He couldn't help but smile dreamily as he willingly opened his legs wider, granting her unrestricted access to fulfill her desires.

"Mmmm..."

Giggling mischievously, Tonks playfully removed his member from her mouth, and then sensually traced her tongue along its length, eventually reaching his testicles. She covered them with gentle kisses, finally taking one in her mouth and beginning to suck softly, while eagerly licking with her tongue. Her fingers traced the contours of the rigid, engorged shaft as she caressed it.

As she worked diligently to please him, her long blonde hair swayed in sync with her movements, adding an elegant touch to her actions. In the earlier part of their brief session, Rodrigo had expressed a strong desire to see her breasts. Tonks, always willing to comply, carefully unclasped her bra, feeling the cool air against her chest. Her voluptuous breasts, defying gravity, swayed in a mesmerizing rhythm, their hardened peaks grazing against Rodrigo's thigh, expertly diverting his focus.

Lovers' moans filled the room.

Tonks glanced up to see Rodrigo biting his lip and already pushing his hips up slightly, trying to force his dick deeper into her clenched hand.

With a playful giggle, she let go of his testicle that was in her mouth and took a step back, giving them both a moment to catch their breath. With a satisfied moan escaping her lips, she reached down and cupped her breasts in her hands, assuming a submissive posture as she eagerly awaited Rodrigo's gaze.

Her wet, tight pussy couldn't wait to be filled, but she promised herself to be polite and wait.

As Tonks' touch vanished, Rodrigo's eyes fluttered open, and he glanced downward. What he observed caused his erection to become even harder.

In a display of submission, Tonks tenderly held her breasts, her eyes locked onto him with an intensity that threatened to consume him in that very moment.

However, he suddenly heard her voice.

"Would you like to come in my mouth or would you rather cover my big tits with your hot cum?" Tonks said in a sweet voice.

His body trembled with a shiver, emitting a loud moan as Tonks sensually licked her lips and moved her hips in a gentle circular motion, attempting to quell the intense fire that ignited within her moist core.

With a gaze, Rodrigo spoke a word to her.

"Mouth."

Tonks leaned in and showered kisses on his thighs.

"I can't wait for you to cum down my throat."

With a seductive glance, she took Rodrigo's large member into her mouth, causing him to gasp in pleasure as she flashed him a confident grin. She took him deep into her throat, eliciting a pleasured moan from him. Overwhelmed by desire, he involuntarily reached out and placed his hand on her head, propelling himself deeper with each passionate thrust.

Uttering words of admiration, Rodrigo, with a delighted tone, swayed his hips and firmly held onto her hair, expressing, "You are truly incredible."

"Mmmm..."

With a firm grip on her hair, Rodrigo urged her to suck harder, pushing her to give it her all.

"Perfect, baby girl."

Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!


As Tonks clung tightly to the bed frame, she expressed immense gratitude towards the man who, with a firm hold on her hair, mounted her from behind in a way that was unparalleled in her past encounters. She was someone who embraced her own desires, so when his massive cock forcefully penetrated her, she found pleasure in every intense moment of this passionate encounter.

"Oh my God!" she whispered, her breath catching in her throat.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound of a heavy thud reverberated in the distance.

The room echoed with the lovers' melodic symphony, the bed frame banging rhythmically against the wall.

Tonks knew one thing as a wild, mad grin appeared on her face and her eyes became clouded with glee. She strongly sensed this wouldn't be their last encounter.

As she moved her hips and eagerly met his thrusts, a playful giggle eluded her lips at the sound of his primal growl.

"Fuck me!"


Tonks lay in her bed, naked and exhausted, after a passionate night with Rodrigo. It has been a couple of hours since then. But now, a squeaking sound reached her ears, indicating just one thing. The red alert signaled danger, leaving the Auror no option but to respond.

She groaned and glanced at her watch before organizing where she needed to go. Is it Diagon Alley? Was there an assault on Diagon Alley? With a jump, she got out of bed, rubbed her eyes, and started putting on clothes. However, her lack of coordination caused her to lose her balance while struggling to put on her tight pants, resulting in her tumbling to the floor next to the bed.

"Fuck!" she cursed, her voice filled with frustration.

With her outfit perfectly suited for the task at hand, she twirled on the spot, instantly teleporting to her destination. She found herself in a narrow, dimly lit alley, just a stone's throw away from Florian Fortescue's parlor. Exiting the alley, Tonks held her wand at the ready, her eyes darting around as she carefully surveyed her surroundings, prepared for any potential threats. The absence of any additional information from Code Red only intensified the gravity of the situation.

As she gazed downwards towards Diagon Alley, a wave of understanding washed over her, making her realize what was happening with no delay. Just meters from Gringott's Bank, she saw an energetic dimension. The color of the object was white, and from its center, strange shapes were emerging. With determination, she propelled herself into a swift run as she made her way towards the epicenter. The sight that greeted her from a distance was one of her colleagues, with wands at the ready, bravely casting spells to thwart the advancing monsters.

Tonks ran closer, recognizing John Dawlish, one of the senior Aurors, who had just used a powerful spell to bring down a fearsome creature that resembled a mix of a wolf and a tiger.

She asked, scanning her surroundings. "What is it?"

Dawlish quickly glanced towards her and gave a nod of greeting.
"We are completely clueless about this dimension or whatever it may be; it simply manifested itself here, and shortly after, these abominations began emerging from its depths," he hastily clarified, only to be interrupted by a menacing growl.

Tonks swiftly spun around and aimed her wand at the creatures, unleashing a flurry of spells upon them.

"Diffindo! Impedimenta! Bombarda!"

As if things weren't already intense enough, additional monsters were making their way towards the commotion, intensifying the impending clash.

As time passed, the battle became increasingly challenging, and the wizards required additional time to defeat the enemy.

Tonks swiftly turned, her long red hair flowing, as she called out to the nearby Auror.

"Where's Moody! We need backup! What the hell is going on?"

Backley, her temporary partner in the battle against the havoc caused by the monsters, only reacted once they had successfully cast two spells in a row using a standard Auror technique to subdue multiple approaching monsters.

"We sent seven signals! They should be here by now!"

The situation seemed under control, but Tonks couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. An ominous feeling gnawed at her, warning of impending danger and a sense of foreboding. Her accuracy was uncanny, and it was a rare occurrence for her to make a mistake.

"Backley! We have to get back! Something is about to happen!" she shouted with a hint of panic at her partner on the battlefield.

The white dimension emitted a radiant glow, pulsating and causing the monsters to vanish from the battlefield. The air grew still for a fleeting moment, only to be shattered by a massive Orc bursting forth from the center of the dimension. With a halberd clutched tightly in his hand, he greeted the Aurors with a thunderous scream that sent shards of broken glass flying from nearby buildings.

A wizard exclaimed, "What is that on earth?"

As the Orc let out a mighty roar, the ground beneath us trembled and cracks began to spread like spiderwebs across the pavement. Its bloodshot eyes glowed with a feral hunger, its massive muscles rippling with raw power.

As the wizard's question remained unanswered, the tension grew palpable, and the Aurors steeled themselves, fully prepared for the battle that awaited them. With an impressive display of strength and agility, the Orc easily deflected the spells that flew through the air, crackling with an intimidating intensity, using its halberd.

As it swung, buildings trembled and collapsed, creating a chaotic shower of debris that covered the streets. The sky, once bright and clear, darkened with an ominous hue, mirroring the chaos below. The wizard's widened eyes grasped the gravity and enormity of the threat they faced.

Tonks used her magic to summon a powerful whirlwind and aimed it at the Orc, causing him to let out a furious growl as his arms slashed and blood streamed down his body. His eyes filled with an otherworldly fury as he locked his gaze on her, lifting his halberd and striking the very spot where Tonks had been standing a second before, having just teleported away.

With a burst of determination, the Aurors came together and unleashed their magic in a united assault. Fireballs erupted, lightning crackled, and ice shards soared towards the colossal beast.

As the Orc stumbled, momentarily disarmed, the Aurors seized the opportunity. They unleashed a barrage of spells, each one striking true, weakening the creature's defenses. The white dimension flickered, struggling to contain the force of their combined magic.

At last, summoning one last burst of strength, the orc emitted a deep, guttural roar before its body crumbled to the earth. The brilliant light from the white dimension grew stronger, completely enveloping the defeated creature and erasing it from existence. The dimension broke into mysterious fragments that vanished within seconds. There was no evidence of its presence. What remained was just the pain, the sound of groaning from the injured, and the need to repair the destruction.

Silence settled over the battlefield, broken only by the crackling of flames and the heavy breaths of the victorious Aurors.