Reflections of Erised

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, except Spot. All Characters of the Potter universe alas belong to JK Rowling.

Reflections of Erised
Chapter one: Fifty points from Gryffindor.

Wraith like hands grabbed him as they threw him down the rough-hewn steps. His delicate senses caught the scent of blood, bile, and the insidious black magic of his once and still master …Voldemort… A sharp crack could be heard from the falling man, the other black robed figures came closer, even though they feared the Dark Lord: the desire for blood and pain was too much to resist.

Would he break this time? Lucius thought. He believed Severus to be a coward, more then likely a traitor, but he was the only Death Eater that had yet to scream in pain or for mercy. That must be why the Dark Lord didn’t avada kadavera the greasy git, Snivellus, wasn’t that what Black had called him? They all knew why he continued to live …the master wanted to torture him and would continue to do so until he was broken…\"until he screams like a girl.” A wicked smile spread on Lucius face at the thought of his oldest friend begging.

“Screams like a girl, don’t you mean (until he) screams like a Malfoy?” Said a purring feminine voice next to Lucius.

“Ah, Bellatrix” Lucius simpered “I wasn’t aware you were called?” The mock innocence of the comment leaked saccharine.

“ Oh, I’m always called when my Lord demands the attention of his potion’s boy.”

Lucius turned and watched her every breath out of his side vision as he inferred. “ Oh, I see” he drawled “watching…Snape?”

She barely moved or breathed; he felt a sharp prodding above his balls. “ How I get my kicks Malfoy; is none of your sodding business.” She hissed, while exhaling with glee and giddiness at the sight before her, there was nothing like the sight of a puritan like Severus being fucked to cheer her up. Now that she thought of it, the Dementors at Azkaban hadn\'t even wanted most of her happy thoughts. She hoped her master still had some energy left for her after his exertions on Severus.

“ Could you possibly, hmm... how shall I put this…want Snape?”

“ Your taunts don’t faze me Malfoy. I’m a mistress of pain as you tend to forget.\" She gently reprimanded, it appeared the fool had forgotten the placement of her wand, hmm... her master would be miffed at her, but the pleasure or torture would be worth it. She saw her master break his fuck toys\' legs as he tore off the last of his buttoned up shirt. Only Severus would arrive at a dark revel clothed under his robes. She exhaled at the sight of bleeding claw marks on his white ass. Oh it felt good but not enough, she wanted more pain. She screamed \"Crucio!\"

She should have known he wouldn’t even whimper he screamed outright a high pitch wail that would do that new witch band proud. Lucius fell before her holding his balls and caterwauling hideously. It wasn’t as satisfying as she thought it would be…pity. Maybe her Master would let her take a crack at the potion’s boy.

Don’t think, feel nothing, nothing. (The trouble was he could feel everything.) He was cold; ice cold this was not even that slithery scaly touch like a serpent…this was ice and fire. He looked down at his torn jacket the blood shown even on the black fabric. A hideous yowling hurt his ears he focused on it. (The pain of a busted eardrum would be pleasant compared to what Voldy Moldy was doing.) He saw Lucius on the ground keening like a banshee and a high black leather stiletto boot on his nuts. (He snickered. Well at least this meeting had an up side.)

Hot pain shot under his jaw as a long talon stroked it. “ Had enough yet Snivellus?” enquired a voice that was the anti-Merlin of sweet. His voice.

(He really should have crucio’d the one that told the Dark Lord that name…Right he did.) Not your finest moment eh- Severus? Did he have to even mock himself during torture? (God’s if Dumbledore whined about him not getting enough information he’d shove Fawkes up his ass…wait he liked Fawkes, maybe the Sorting hat.)

“You know you really should enjoy this.” He raked claws down his back opening nearly healed wounds all over again. “ I have it on good authority this is the most action you’ve had in decades.”

(Only because any women that looks twice at me… you sacrifice, Sodding prick. If it weren’t grotesquely flattering, he’d think the Dark Lord was jealous.) He hated being touched, hated it. No one touched him without bringing pain. (Not necessarily physical but pain nonetheless, emotional because no one touched him cause they wanted to.) It was always out of pity. Gods did he have to turn his prick into a snake too. That thing bit. He felt his own blood covering his balls and thighs. Gods even if a few shortsighted females had wanted him…they wouldn’t if they knew he was a catamite for the Dark Lord. He was damaged goods. (Doesn’t she still want you? I doubt she even knows she’s looking, it’s only an involuntary reaction)

“ After all only I would want you my most trusted. You’re too …interesting.” He caressed his hands on Snape’s back leaving many slashes as his hands fondled. “ Face it Severus your damaged goods.”

He grasped his sweaty hair and slammed his face into the pavement as he came. Snape felt the delicate tissues of his nose break…Again. The sound the Dark Lord made was a slithering hissing purr during his orgasm. He then removed himself and pulled Severus up by the hair. “ Pity I don’t have more of you. You’re a good fuck.” He sighed. “But it doesn’t matter…you’re never going to break are you?” The creatures voice sounded almost childishly wistful almost as if some one told him that Christmas had been cancelled.

Gods was this it? Was he going to end it now? Would he be lucky enough for it to only be the killing curse?

“ Isn’t this sad Severus? Crucio “

His body was engulfed every nerve was on fire and encased in ice at the same time. When he was a new death eater it only felt like acid eating fire now with more experience of this particular forbidden curse it felt like holding ones hand in ice till it started to burn…maybe his body had finally gotten tired of the abuses he put it through? (So this is it. What do you have to show for it? Will you end the War? No! Will you get an Order of Merlin? Hell probably not even third class. Even if they give it post mortem, whom would they give it too? ) Will anyone miss you? The Greasy git…right hell the students would probably celebrate. Face it you have no friends or family. Hell you certainly have no descendents. The dark Lords taunting parroted his own thoughts. He must have lost his grasp.( If it ended now…he would have liked to see her face. Maybe if.) But he had lost that option, besides he’d be lucky if she even came to the funeral.

“This is it Severus. No friends…Family. Of course you don’t have children.” He laughed as he renewed the spell. “ Women don’t even want to touch you…let alone bear your child. I don’t know who SHE is, but I doubt she’d touch you either. Well I could give you a captured muggle but that wouldn’t do you much good. I’d have to kill the mother and child immediately afterwards you understand. That is if the poor creature doesn’t take her own life and abort the child before the happy event anyway.”

An inhuman squeal and the sound of a female’s fast approaching orgasm interrupted the Dark Lords tirade. The dark lord struck and turned viper like as he hissed “Imperious.”

Through blood Severus saw Bellatrix and Lucius stop their tirade and crack their heads against a nearby stonewall repeatedly. So he was to get a floorshow before he died, must remember to thank Lucius latter probably in Hell. Being a wizard, he didn’t necessarily believe in hell. However, a place that read like all Dark revels all the time sounded like the fates final joke on him.

The Dark Lord picked him up and caressed the unblemished side of his face with his knuckles. It felt more insidious then when he was ripping into him with claws and biting member.

“ You have no one.” He said gently as he accio’d what was left of the rags that were once his somber clothing. He rubbed down the potion masters chest rubbing a flat male nipple.

This was worse to Severus much worse. He tried to overlay the hideous red stare with her curious eyes. His mouth bled as he bit back a moan his body was a glutton for soft touches and he would die repeatedly before it learned that.

He crooned repeatedly. “ You have no one.” Severus gripped fresh wounds on his hands. It was true he did have no one. “ After this is over you are nothing. You have no friends.” The Dark Lord laughed as he whispered in his ear. “ Your friend Lucius would kill you to take your place with me.”

(If he wants my place, ... he can have it! Wait… does this mean I’m going to live again?)

“ No woman would ever want you.” He looked at him almost as if he pitied him.

(Great pitied by the Dark Lord- a new low for me…I’d rather sing Potter Happy Birthday. Then again between the choices of singing pleasantries to one lighting boy who ... doesn’t deserve them…And getting anally raped by the Dark Lord –I’d choose singing…but only just barely.)

“ One most certainly would not want to bear your children.”

How in the Merlin’s asshole could the Dark Lord know that comment would hurt him more then any other, and why should it? He was around children daily why would he even want them? He knew why, that sodding mirror.

“You have only me.” Voldemort stroked his jaw in a parody of a loving touch. Come my most trusted.”

Severus ignored the pain as he temporarily healed his leg and picked himself up and put his dark robes on. Why the hell, did he go through a closet full of clothing every year when his Death Eater robes always mended themselves? He knew why, after the return of the Dark Lord he never could ever allow himself to wear nothing under his robes.

“ I’ll allow you to punish Bella and Lucius.” The Dark one said with bored compliance, “They did after all interrupt your pity fuck.”

The Death Eaters surrounding Snape snickered. Snape hated pity.

Severus thought about the event as he lay on the moist grass on the edge of Hogwarts that
Was the best part of the revel and worse yet he learned nothing. Why was his nose stuffed? He had no energy. Well the moisture of the grass was either blood or dew, was he gone that long? He had to make it to the school he’d even let poppy heal him, not like he’d have much choice this time anyway. He hurt; then again, he couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t hurt. The dark lord could not be correct, even pity from Albus was more merciful then whatever Voldy Moldy wanted him for. Voldy Moldy…he was starting to pick up some rather bad habits if he wasn’t careful he would start calling the Headmaster Lemonhead. The grass felt relaxing under him, if he just rested for a while.

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“ Slow Down.” Shouted Hermione Granger as she held onto the leash with a death grip.
The indignant beast didn’t obey her and worse yet she’d have to go back to Hagrid and inform him she lost his babies. She was way past the boundaries of the school and where she was supposed to be.

The demon dog paid her no head and kept running towards the dark forest. Great, she would have lots of luck explaining this debacle to her head of house. I’m sorry Professor McGonagall but the dog just kept running past the woods by the thestrals and into Aragog’s lair, that’s why I’m covered in spider bites. Oh my arm? Well you see Professor the dog ran off with it.

It could be worse she could get detention with Professor Snape afterwards. The man made her feel… well strange. She caught herself watching him without meaning to. If he came close to her in potions, her breath would catch and she’d feel nervous? Well yes, she did feel like that but it wasn’t fear like Neville. He was fascinating. A shooting pain up her arm brought her out of her reminiscing

“Slow down Spot!” Leave it to Hagrid to have the humor to name a Dire wolf cub Spot. Then again, remember Fluffy? The pup started pulling her to the left swiftly and while Spot was still a pup, he was nearly as big as her. Somehow, she’d have to get the furry wrecking ball back to Hagrid before she missed classes. (Missing any of the beginning of the last week of her classes would look less then exemplary.)

Wait what was that? As Spot cannoned through the tree’s she saw a black what, could it be? An animal? As the pup took her closer, she realized it was a robe a Death Eater robe. She pulled back on the leash but the pup stopped at the Fallen wizard and jumped on her playfully knocking her over.

“ Spot stop it.” She got the excited pup off her and went closer to the fallen figure wand drawn. Whoever he was and she had her suspicions he was tall, thin, and smelled of blood. She accio’d the hood of the robe over his head. His hair was shiny black and saturated in blood. “Oh my God’s Professor Snape.”

Were there any others nearby? Well if necessary, she could apparate out of here in an instant.

“Spot. Come here.” She wrote something quickly and placed it in the collar. She looked in to the wolf\'s eyes. Be brave Hermione for being a Dire Wolf Spot is a good boy.

“I want you to go and get Hagrid”

She stood up and pointed by where she hoped the hut was. “ Bring him back here boy.” Spot looked at her and there was intelligence in his gold eyes then he disappeared past the woods.

She cautiously bent down as if she expected Snape to snap up look at her coldly and inform her that he would be taking fifty points from Gryffindor due to her present location. She looked at him closer he was breathing, barely. He had a long slice of flesh missing under his chin and on his right cheek; his nose had also been broken. His shoulders were bleeding and why were her knees wet? She was kneeling in a puddle of blood, Professor Snape’s blood.

“Professor…what did they do to you?”

She moved his robe over to perform some quick coagulation charms. His Death Eater robes fell right off his shoulder and she realized with disturbing fascination that his chest was bare under them. Her eyes swept curiously down his pale lean chest; which was littered with past scars. Tears fell down her face as she saw the recent strips of flesh taken away on his upper torso. It looked like he’d picked a fight with a hippogriff but then she noticed how precise the scars were; no creature had done this. Did Voldemort do this to him? Why…wasn’t he supposed to be one of them?

Some of his hair fell into his scar, she couldn’t let it scab over. She reached her hand out and slowly pushed the hair back behind his ear, the silkiness of his hair surprised her, and he wasn’t greasy at all.

What the- he had something sticking out of his nose. She gently pulled it out…it was a note. It was written in a somewhat familiar hand all it said was-Leaving Feast…VT. How odd she took the note and quickly put it in her robe pocket before she bent over to check how deep the slash under his chin was.

“Don’t touch me.” A harsh voice hissed menacingly his bleeding hand grasped onto her wand hand and broke her grip. His grip was painful as he rolled her under him. His body was hard and lean he was completely naked. Frightened brown eyes looked up into frantic black ones.

Shadows shown through his black eyes: he didn’t recognize her. His other hand went to her throat and pressed down. “Who are you?” He demanded softly as he leaned down and breathed her scent in?

He must have recognized her; his glittering eyes cooled down to icy black but were still frosted over. “Ms. Granger.” He stated formally. He loosened his grip on her throat and rubbed her injured arm. “ You do know you’re in the dark forest…I will have to take points.” He purred. Was that his idea of a thank you? Just like that, he was bleeding to death on top of her and he was going to act like they were in the bloody school?

When he looked at her, she could now see the shine of the conjunctivitis spell. He caressed the side of her cheek his touch felt right, actually having Snape on top of her wasn’t that unpleasant. It was disturbingly exciting. What a strange thing to think about Hermione? Your potion teacher is naked on top of you and nearly dead and your thinking about sparks. He touched her wet cheek and leaned into her as if trying to see through the spell by force of will. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked the wetness.

“Tears?”

She was surprised at the question in his normally acidic voice. She was also shocked by the tingle her body felt as she watched him lick her tears it was erotic. Oh, my gods was she being turned on by Snape? She tried to gather her mental faculties together.

“Professor shouldn’t I help you to the infirmary.”

His eyes became more focused even though she didn’t think the spell had worn off. “Yes Miss Granger I believe we should be making our way back.” He said in his coolest professors voice.

He pulled his wand out of his pocket and mended what was left of his clothing poorly, as he stumbled up. He pulled Hermione off the ground sharply as he wavered a bit. Nevertheless, he paid it no head. He held her hand as he walked out of the woods. “ By the way Ms. Granger” he said calmly. “Fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor… for your casual attitude in regard to school rules.”

She stopped strait. She pulled her hand from his; she had not realized it was still there, and somewhat missed the contact. “But.”

“Yes Ms. Granger?” He inquired as he raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing sir.” She said with resignation at the top of the hill leading up to the grounds Spot stood with the approaching shadow of Hagrid behind him. He rushed forward.

“Welcome back professor.” Said Hagrid in his gruff voice.

Hagrid walked forward to put the potion masters arm behind his neck as he leaned down. If it weren’t for Professor Snape’s injuries this would be rather amusing. Hagrid looked funny nearly bent over double to help Snape walk. What’s even more surprising was the Professor accepted help. Even if he did glare at her the entire time, which was rather surprising that he could guess her, location while temporarily blind…at least she hoped it was temporary.

“Was it bad?” questioned Hagrid.

“No worse then normal. “Stated Snape without an ounce of emotion.

She remembered his unleashed rage when he grabbed and nearly choked her.
She thought if she had to chose between helping a wounded Snape or a wounded blast- ended Skrewt…The Skrewt would be safer-but she would still chose to help the Professor. His injuries were… normal? This happened to him all the time, it was expected…and most thought Gryffindors were brave.

Now that she was separated from the situation, she could still feel his heat on her …from where his bare flesh pressed against her. She looked up and the robe he transfigured flashed his legs when he moved awkwardly with Hagrid\'s quick plodding steps. Oh good job Mione, finish the beginning of the day by ogling your nearly dead teacher. His legs were long and leanly muscled they weren’t sticks like most of the students thought. (Of course most of the students thought Professor Snape was a vampire…While it was widely known he coached quidditch in the light of day and loved garlic, he never missed a meal when the house elves served veal vesuevio.) Um…well maybe students didn’t know about the last part… but that was because they were unobservant.

She reached her hand up to brush her cheek where he had brushed the tear from…no his touch had not been unpleasant at all. His eyes caught hers as she caressed her cheek…but they were not cold and black they nearly burned her with the fire in his gaze. He was looking at her like Crookshanks looked at his prey, when he had a mouse by the tail and casually lifted a paw because the pursuit would bring more pleasure latter. The thought sent a subconscious shiver down her spine. Did he just rationalize a way to take more points from Gryffindor?

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With a silent, pop a figure aparated to the edge of the dark forest. His arm felt as if the bones were burning him from the inside: His robe had scabbed over his back, the flesh healing in the fabric of the robe but he didn’t care. It would all be over soon he thought with malevolent glee as he made his way out of the woods.

Only the sound of a loud familiar snarl, “Don’t touch me” made him back track. He knew that voice. Why if it isn’t the dear professor he thought with inward amusement. Wonder which staff member found him this time…perhaps Trelawney he thought evilly. The professor would rather drop dead then have the …how did he put it…Bug eyed death reaper… touch him.

He approached rather cautiously after all…he wasn’t supposed to be here, yet he laughed inwardly being off school grounds would be the least of his offences. He looked around none of the faculty were around Snape…Then why? There on the ground under Snape, was that…it couldn’t be…Granger…and Snape? Hum, he’d have to think about how this would come in to play…this could make things very…complicated, or interesting.

Well anyway she either knew more then she ever let on …after all most females who had a naked Death Eater on them would be screaming their fool heads off…Or… he smiled…things could get very difficult for the Death Eater and the Mud blood. He walked away unnoticed after all Snape was a big boy…even half dead he could take care of himself.