In The Life Of A Potions Master

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A/N: I would like to thank my Beta Amethyst, a lovely angel who has helped me move this fic along and kept my terrible grammar at bay.


In The Life Of A Potions Master

Chapter 1
Fall From Grace

Severus walked the halls of his family home. The walls were dark mahogany and the floors were covered in blood red carpet. He looked at the deep color of the walls that led to his father’s office; his trophies, his kills, broke the color. Each head pain stakingly preserved for all times; the face of each woman contorted in a twisted look of pain, each one lovely, young and dead.

He knocked on the door to his father’s office. He knew well before his father’s house elf, Horpit, had come to get him that he was in trouble; he just didn’t know why. To be truthful, he had not done anything wrong; it was just his birthday. Somehow he knew that today would not be a good day.

“ENTER!” His fathers voice cut threw the door like a knife. Severus jumped back from the door expecting it to destroy him at any moment.

Severus gripped the door handle; fear coursing through him as he turned the brass handle. The door swung open on well-oiled hinges, soundlessly tolling his down fall as he entered the room.

“Hurry up boy, I don’t have all day.”

Severus moved forward quickly in the hoping that it would be over soon and that his punishment would not last long. He knew why he was being punished. He was alive. He had been born; and that had been enough reason lately. He stepped to his fathers desk looking at the rich color of the wood, the deep red stain bring out the grain of wood and highlighting the carved skulls that made up its legs. The walls were no better here then in the hall, chains and hooks hung from each of them. Pokers, saws, long needles, and pliers were lined up neatly on the shelves.

Then he saw her, the tortured figure lying strapped to a rack in a dark corner of the room. Her skin was bare and covered in raised red welts. Her round ivory breasts were covered in deep purple bruises. Her thighs were leaking blood from places were rope was biting the flesh, tearing small holes into the flesh. Thce, ce, the face that had shown him nothing but love and understanding was distorted in pain and fury, his mothers face.

“Severus, son, today is your eleventh birthday. Your mother chose to bring you up for eleven years as if you were a baby. Today, however, you will become a man.”

“Father I don’t understand.” His voice quaked with fear, as his hands were trembling.

“You’re too stupid to understand, boy!” His father was angry now; spittle flew from his mouth as he screamed, “You are a disgrace to me Severus, nothing but a brainless moron. You will learn something today though; you will learn your lessons quickly. A new power is coming boy and I mean for you to know the lessons that you should have been taught a long time ago so when your chance comes you can bring glory and power to the Snape name and not besmirch it like that mudblood loving bitch there.” He pointed harshly to Severus’ mother.

“Now, you will help me teach your mother her place.” A cruel grin crossed his fathers face as he pulled out a long silver dagger; the blade was long and curved with a hook at the end. “I trust that you can use this.”

“On what, sir?” his voice was broken and shacking badly; his hands were bouncing everywhere with fear.

His father slapped him hard knocking him to the floor, “On her, you idiot!”

“No,” Severus eyes were filled with terror, tears streaming from their dark depths as he looked up at the blade.

“No,” his fathers voice was low and dangerous, but Severus would rather die then do what he wanted of him. “No what boy?”

“I WONT HURT HER!”

Severus was on his feet in an instant lunging at his father. Try – He was not fast enough, his father’s blade sliced through him, parting the skin on his arm.

“Fine boy, you don’t want to hurt you’re mummy; then you will take her punishment for her.”

“SEVERUS, JUST DO AS HE ASKS! PLEASE!” his mother was struggling against the ropes pulling hard trying to free her hands, but the ropes were too strong Sev Severus felt the large hand of his father wrap around his neck, pulling him from the floor and dragging him to his desk. His father cast a quick spell to bind him to the wood a strong hemp rope instantly cut into the soft flesh of his wrist.

He could hear his mother’s pleas rip threw the air, but more then that her curses. She was vehement; he was sure if she wasn’t bound she would kill his father at that moment. Then it happened; the blade slipped across his robes leaving a large hole exposing his arse, slicing threw the fabric and biting into his skin. He winced at the pain of the cold steel sliding down his bare flesh, causing a fresh wave of tears.

He felt his father behind him, and he could feel the pressure of his erection pressed against his hole. All at once his father pushed in. Severus felt the skin ripping. He could feel the warmth of blood beginning it’s slow decent from his rectum to the floor. His father was pounding into him hard. Severus was screaming from the pain as his rectum burst at the seams spilling the precious life from him.

Then the blade slipped over his back once, twice, three times, over and over the cold metal slid across his sallow skin leaving a trail of red in its wake. Severus was pulling hard against the ropes now, trying desperately to free himself; but the rope was to strong and he to weak. Suddenly he felt his father shudder as he felt a new warmth flood his body. He was consumed by darkness and blackness enveloped his senses.


When Severus awoke he was in Saint Mungo’s, his mother next to his bed. He looked at her face, the once pristine face of the lovely lady and winced. She was bruised all over her left eye swollen to a small slit. Her lips were cracked and bleeding, but she was smiling.

“Rest Severus, you are safe now. Mum is here and nothing can harm you.” She was crying as she spoke; her eyes awash with sorrow.

“Where is father?” his voice was weak, each word was a chore to form.

“Your father is dead. Think of him no more my love, you are safe. I am with you, as, as I always shall be. Now sleep my son.”

Severus lay back and let the darkness overtook him again. He was tired, so very tired, but his mum was there to watch over him. His mum would keep him safe.


Severus stood in the cemetery watching the caskets that held his mother and father being lowered into the freshly dug earth. His mother had lied to him; she wouldn’t be there, ever again. She had died well he slept in his hospital bed, having bled slowly to death. She had refused treatment from anyone; she had told the healers that she needed to keep him safe. She had died because he could not defend himself, but that would never happenin. in. He would become the most powerful wizard of all times. He would never be a victim again.


– “Damn Voldemort!” Severus cursed as he work from his nightmare. Somehow he must have found out that crucio was no longer effective against him; he had been going under the painful curse so often that in no longer did anything other then to give him a dreadful migraine.

“Isn’t that enough,” Severus said to the empty room in that surrounded him.

Severus loved his bathrot wat was the room he had spent the most time transfiguring. So many people thought he was greasy, with no grooming habits to speak of, but if they had ever seen his bathroom, his sanctuary, they would have known the truth all too quickly.

The room was appointed with a large porcelain tub, big enough to fit five or six of him easily The sink was a work of art, a carved ivory basin adorned with mermaids each one different, and each one lovely, their faces a view of perfection. Yes this was his favorite room; even the toilet was a master peace piece of craftsmanship. It was a plush seat covered in a pure blue fabric, with a high over stuffed back; it was often quiet a necessity itself when he couldn’t support his own weight.

He felt the blood still flowing from the wounds on his back and rectum. “Damn it, asshole! Did you have to use the bloody nightmare curse? This is just great.”

He threw his towel down and quickly dressed, he would have to go oppyoppy for this. He was to meet Hermione in Hogsmead in two hours and it would take his potions and salves to long to work. Not to mention the threat of bleeding to death. Of course she would ask her usual questions, “What happened Severus?”;“ Are you ok, Severus?” ;” Do you want me to call the headmaster?”

He walked quickly to the infirmary, laughing to himself at all the answers he could give, “Are you bloody daft woman, I’m bleeding to death.” ;”Poppy do I look ok, seriously?” ; ” Yes I would love for you to call the headmaster, while you your at it why don’t you poor some salt into my wounds and cut of my scrotum sack!” Yes he had some things he could say to her, but he did need her help.

It was so nice that school was not in term. He could spend time with Hermione and didn’t have to worry about being seen. Even if they were, he could claim “its all just part of my spying, my lord, nothing to worry about; she’s Potter’s best friend.” He really wished saint Potter would just kill old snake face already and get it over with.

Poppy of course had asked all the questions he knew she would and more. It hadn’t didn’t matter though; she had healed him in half an hour and he was on his way. He wanted to get there early so he could buy Hermione something nice. He enjoyed doting upon her; it was one of his simple pleasures. He also knew that the time was coming when she would want the one thing he wasn’t sure he was ready to give.

He had come to grips with his past a long time ago, but it still hurt when he thought about it. It still scared him. He still awoke at night with the taste of semen in his mouth, tears on his cheeks, and screaming till his throat was raw. He still saw the faces of the women to whom he had done the same thing, the same vile things. That was what hurt more then anything knowing that he had caused the same pain that was laid upon him.

He didn’t want to hurt Hermione. He didn’t ever want to cause her a moments pain, and their first time together would hurt her, cause her pain. He would see the look in her eyes, watching the tears as his manhood thrust through her flesh and released blood, her blood. He would cause her pain if he gave her what she wanted.

“Sir, is that all you need, just these?” The store clerk brought him out of his desperate thoughts, musings of the torture he would cause.

“Yes that is all.”

“Maybe I’m being just a tad melodramatic,” he thought to himself. “Let’s think about this. Am I going to use pins? No. Needles? No. Pokers? NO! Tie her to the bed post? Maybe later, it’s not as if I’m going to cause her that much pain. Damn this monologue!” He cursed himself. It had been running through his mind ever since Hermione had graduated and he was getter rather tired of his internal argument.

He took his packages and left the store heading to the three broomsticks to wait for Hermione. It was warm and humid out, but thanks to his cooling charms this made little difference. To him it was always a cool seventy degrees out, a perfect temperature for a walk on a sunny day.


Hermione sat alone in her room. hea head girl’s rooms had been nothing major when she moved in, but now, now the next Gryffindor head girl would have a lavish apartment. She couldn’t remember why she had put so much work into her little home, but whatever the reason she had probable gone over board.

She sat in her sitting room; there wereee oee over stuffed chairs sitting around the hearth kitty corner to the chairs was an over stuffed couch with a low coffee table in front of it’s well cushioned comfort. The chairs and couch were a deep violet, and to make matters just that much worse she had used velvet. She never wanted to leave this room, let alone the chair she had woken in.

Then she remembered all at once, she had a date with Severus. She jumped out of the chair and ran to her bedroom. The small clock on her nightstand told her that she was about to be late. She cast several charms to freshen up, several more to tame her frizz into a gentle curl, and began to dress.


Severus smiled to himself for as usual Hermione was late. Ever since school let out she had been staying up reading \'til the sun came out, then sleeping in. He was glad he had bought the latest issues of PotiPropProperties, and Little Liquid Luckiest, to pass the time with. If she kept to her normal routine she would be at least an hour late, which meant he didn’t have long left to wait.

Sure enough the door opened and Hermione stepped through. He loved his power of observation; it made it so eao teo tell what people would do. She smiled at him from across the room and started for the small corner table he had chosen. He always took this table if possible; it faced the door and was dd ind in shadows, the perfect place for a spy.

“Hello love, sorry I’m late.” She leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“Twenty points from Gryffindor for you tardiness,” his silky voice drawled.
“How about detention instead professor, you could give me a spanking?”

“Hermione, you are truly depraved. How was your book?”

“I think a blind monkey could have written a more in-depth study. Vintor seems to think that potion brewing is less an art and more an easily mastered skill of those who can’t use a wand.”

“I warned you. Anyway I bought you something.”

“What’s the occasion this time?” She smiled at his thoughtful expression.

“Today is the first day of Hogwarts paperwork.”

“You bought me a gift in honor of paperwork?”

“No, I bought you a book because I wanted to love. You just always ask the occasion.” He handed her the package. He knew this was something she had wanted for a long time but never had the money for. Besides he had the money for a long time and no one to buy it for.

Hermione ripped through the plane brown paper. As the parcel shed it’s covering her eyes lit up, the look that he so adored. She was up and in his arms in a heartbeat, still gripping her new book to her chest.

“I love it, thank you so much. Can we try to brew some of these?” He loved the elated sound of her voice it was music to his heart.

Hermione opened Moste Potente Potions and found the page she was looking for without a downward glance, she looked down at the page. She knew this potion. Knew the ingredients. How they were combined. Her heart soared at the thought of Severus and her brewing and not just any potion but her favorite. It could turn the user invisible. Not only was it complic but but also it would have meant no more standing with Harry and Ron under that stinky cloak.

“I’ve always wanted to brew this potion, but I could never get the elements required.”

“Very well Love, we can start on it when…” His words were cut of by a loud crack, the room had filled with death eaters, and he knew all to well which ones.

Severus knew he was in trouble, worse yet there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. There were just too many of them and they already had their wands out. He knew what was coming but it still caught him of guard, the red light of a stunning spell striking him hard in the chest. Blackness took him instantly.


Hermione screamed as she saw Severus fall to the table, but she had no time to think as she felt the sting of a spell slap her down and her vision went blank. They were so screwed.

Severus sat in the Slytherin common room writing out his thoughts in his journal. As was always the case, he was an outcast. No one ever tried to talk to strange Severus with his black hair and dark arts books. He liked it that way though; if they didn’t speak to him they couldn’t make fun of him.

He had had a rough first month at Hogwarts; a group of Gryffindors had taken it upon themselves to make Severus’ life hell if they could. Their insults from today still ringing in his ear, but it mattered not; all that mattered was power, and getting as much as he could. He was already ahead of most of the school in that respect. He read diligently. Having read all his first year books and a large section of the library meant that he was capable of heaving some very advanced spells.

So what if he was an outcast, he was a powerful out cast; no one would be able to hurt him now. But that wasn’t true either, a hand grasped the book he had been writing in and began to laugh.

“What do we have here Severus, writing to your mummy?”

“Sod off Lucius, and give me back my book.” His voice was low, a smooth growl that breathed venom out of his throat.

“No. Let’s see what we have here. I saw Lily today.” Lucius’ eyes lit up. “That little mudblood, Severus are you associating with mudbloods?” His laughter rang out like a bell.

“What of it, it’s no business of yours.” He wanted to kill Lucius, his hand was firmly on his wand as it was and he wasn’t in the mood for his own house to berate him.

“It is my business Sev, when you bring down the name of the proudest house for a mudblood whore. Well we Slytherins have our way of dealing with that.”

Severus hadn’t noticed everyone surrounding him, but then he had been casting killing glances at Lucius in a vain hope to scare him. He felt hands grabbing him pulling him from his chair by the warmth of the fire, firm hands that dragged his kicking screaming body up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory.

He was strapped to the post of a canopy bed, the feel of the stiff leather biting into his skin. He watched as the seventh years, and sixth years wrapped bars of soap in hand towels. Then they started. The wrapped soup slamming into his stomach, which burned in pain blow against the soft skin of his abdomen. Each boy took a turn slapping their make shift weapons against his exposed flesh over and over. He was crying hard at the pain of the beating, but he was crying even harder for the humiliation.

His body was on fire he couldn’t even support himself any more. He hung from the restraintsck ack and lifeless hoping the darkness would take him, praying that he would be released from any more pain. It never came; he was lowered to the bed and tied down, his naked arse high in the air. He was lying across the bed on his hands and knees as the sixth and seventh years lined up pulling out their erections.

He felt a familiar sensation against his exposed hole; he couldn’t see who it was and didn’t want to. The pain was sudden and sharp, not quite as bad as the first time, but that wasn’t what concerned him. Pressed against his lips was one of the sixth year’s erections, a hand prying open his jaw.

A cool voice whispered in his ear. “Severus, you are going to give us exactly what we want, or we will not kill you, we will give you pain like you could never imagine, we will make you beg for death, you will long for release.”

He opened his mouth and the firm flesh was pushed into his mouth. His mind was reeling from the pain behind him and the pain in front of him. The boy in his mouth was slamming to the back of his throat hard making him gag and gasp for air before the next thrust. His hole burning from the unrelenting pounding, his throat raw from the harsh movements of the boy he didn’t even know.

He felt the warmth flood his rectum, the hot sticky he dreaded, but there was no blood this time, that was at least a small consolation. The boy in front of him started to shudder as another hard pressure pushed into his ass; he started to gs his his mouth was flooded with the warmth from the boy’s erection. A hand was forced over his mouth forcing him to swallow the rancid liquid, forcing him to gulp it all down or drown in it.

They continued for hours. Each one taking their turn. Each one forcing him to fall a little farther. Each one killing a little more of him.


Severus awoke in a large room; he knew the room at once, its long table, large fireplace, and cold marble floors. He was in the dining room of Lucius Malfoy. He heard a low moan next to him and to his horror saw Hermione lying next to him.

“Severus, my most trusted.” The room burst into laughter as the dark lord stepped towards Severus. “Just spying were you. You lied to me, Severus, but no matter. You see, Severus, I no longer need you. I have all the potions I could ever need. But you know our ways Severus, you betrayed your master, now you will pay. Bella, Lucius, take them to their room!” He sneered the words at Severus the glint in his eyes telling all.

They were dragged along the ground to a large room not far from the dinning room. It was much like his father’s office with the exception of the bed and cell in the corner.

“Now old friend you won’t be needing any of this.” Lucius ripped his clothing from him, buttons sprayed across the floor from the force.

“Severus, you would fuck a mudblood, I’m disappointed.” Bellatrix tore Hermione’s cloths off her, he was thankful she wasn’t awake yet. “To bad she hasn’t woken up yet, we could have so much fun with this one, Lucius.”

“The master says that will come later, he wants them to pay for their meddling.”

Lucius and Bella left the room; Severus moved to Hermione and picked her up gently feeling for a pulse. She was alive breathing slowly, but her pulse was strong and steady. He longed for something, anything to drink to remove the tastes he held in his mouth.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes and looked at Severus, he could see her understanding.

“You know what they are going to do to us my love.” His voice was calm but he knew she would hear the pain in its depths.

“Yes, I don’t want them to have it Severus, not like that, please.”

Severus set her on the bed and moved to the door, he started dragging a heavy cabinet in front of the dark wood of the door. He should have thought of a place to hide his wand; muggle security really was substandard. Once he had the door blocked he moved back to the bed a lay next to Hermione.

“This isn’t how I wanted it to be.”

Hermione laughed. “Severus you really can be stupid. Who wants this to happen? I’ll be okay no matter what happens, but I want you to take me first. I want to do as much as we can before they force me to allow them.”

“Lay back, love. I want you to relax. I’ll not let your first time be ruined for you.” He was biting back the tears of too many bad memories, too many long nights.

He lay lightly on top of her, looking into her eyes. He leaned into her, his lips pressing gentle against hers. The warmth of her mouth holding him, comforting him; he started to deepen the kiss running his tongue along her lips tasting the slightest hint of cherry lip-gloss.

Her lips parted to him, allowing him further, his tongue delved into the depths of her mouth tasting all of her. He elated as he felt her tongue snake past his drinking in the flavor of his mouth. Their hands started a familiar trail, as earushrushed feather light strokes over the others body. He started to kiss down her chin running a line down her throat with his tongue.

He glided over her collarbone to the soft flesh of her neck, lightly sucking and licking the soft flesh. Hermione answered with a low throaty moan that resonated in his ear. His hands found their way without a glance from him, finding the point of an erect nipple which he gently caressed and stroked, the other finding the soft mound of curls, running his finger deftly threw her moist folds pulling the liquid with it.

He started to stroke her clit in time with her nipple, in time to the gentle lapping of his tongue on her neck. He felt her familiar touch slide down his chest to his erection, and even he had to laugh at that, his damn cock didn’t care if they were about to be tortured to their deaths. She started to stroke the firm shaft as he kissed his way to her other nipple, taking the rosy pink flesh into his mouth. He heard her sharp intake of breath, and felt her shudder under his ministrations.

He lingered for a time reveling in the power these simple actions gave him, one which he would never abuse with her. He slowly teasingly kissed his way down her flat stomach and over the mound of brown curls. Then quickly with out warning he darted his tongue across her pleasure button, reeling in the sudden jump he cause her with the little flick of his tongue.

He was greedily drinking her in, her smell, her taste, and the feel of the soft wet fleshinstinst his face. His fingers found her entrance and began a slow massage of the tight hole, spreading her moisture around dipping his finger just in side to relax the warm flesh that he would enter. Here hae had her fingers laced firmly in his hair, pulling his face into her. Her moans filled the room.

“Severus, please let me ahhh gods, please!” Her voice was broken, her words hardly more then moans of delight.

Severus smirked as in one swift movement he was on his back with her straddling him, his face still planted firmly between her legs.

He pulled back just enough to be understood, “As you wish my love.” Hermione shuddered at the feel of bre breath brushing her, the vibration of his baritone voice against her.

Hermione lay down on top of him and Severus steeled himself for what was to come. He had never allowed any one to do this to him, it was his greatest distaste and he did not wish it one another. Then with a sudden start he realized just why anyone would want it done to them.

Hermione’s mouth was warm and wet, her tongue wrapped firmly around his hard shaft. Her head worked slowly down his shaft and then returned quicklythe the tip. She was using her tongue to stoke him as she slid down his pole sucking. Severus could feel every movement, every twitch of her tongue. It was pure ecstasy. He shivered as her hair brushed against his thighs, as her lips pulled at the flesh of his erection.

Hermione was screaming in pure delight after only a few more minutes’ time, Severus could feel her sweet juices dripping down his cheek and into his hair, she had lost all concentration and was now only laying on him calling his name from the touch of his wanting tongue.

“Are you ready love?” He asked, hearing the pain in his voice brought him back to what he would do in a short time.

“I’ve been ready.” She rolled of him still quivering.

Severus placed himself between her legs, the tip of his shaft pressed against her wet opening.

“It’s going to hurt.”

“Only if you don’t stop talking, love.”

Severus didn’t understand what she meant; but it did not matter. He was going to do this for her. He pushed in till he felt harriarrier; the thin wall of flesh stopping his progress. Then in one deft movement he pulled out and thrust hard through her virgin flesh.

Hermione cried out at the sudden shot of pain. She held Severus close to her feeling his tears fall to the swell of her chest. Then the pain was gone; she could only feel the fullness inside of her. She released Severus and pushed against his groin.

“It’s alright love, the pain is gone, make me forget it was ever there.” Severus looked into her eyes, and the smile on her delicate face.

He didn’t say a word; he started slowly, long, slow, deep thrusts, pushing himself into the center of her warmth. He felt her walls pulling him in; the gentle pull relaxing, the slow movement of their love erotic and invigorating.


Voldemort watched the couple, his thoughts running rampant, “Severus was so predictable,” he raised his wand and smiled cruelly, “Let the torture begin!”


Hermione was running her nails along Severus’ back. But the pain was slight and causing a wonderful sensation. Her moans were filling his mind as she nipped and licked his ear lobe. She could feel him getting close, the more erratic stroke, the throbbing of him with in her. She was in heaven as long as she was with him.

Severus was fighting his climax. He wanted Hermione to have something to hold onto in the events that would come; he wanted her first time to be so special that no matter what happened she could still be free of the shame and doubt that filled his life. But he knew he couldn’t hold out forever; he could feel his release coming fast, the build up waiting to be let go. He had no choice. He gave into his body and felt his seed spill into her, into her depths. His body tingled with pleasure; his every sense alive and lit like a Christmas tree. He called out her name loudly clearly as she wrapped him in her legs.

They laid there in the after glow holding close to one another, letting their bodies relax. Severus was still inside her, enjoying the feeling of oneness, the sense of completeness. Suddenly the door burst open. Severus and Hermione jumped out of the bed quickly grabbing for anything ready to go down fighting.

“OH GODS!” Ron bellowed.

“Mione you’ve been captured by death eaters so they can torture and rape you and what do you? You shag the greasy git!” Harry looked at Hermione keeping his eyes firmly locked with hers, trying to ignore tot total nudity of his best friend and his former potions teacher.

“Ah, Severus, there you are old boy. I see you’ve been getting on alright. We just thought you’d like to know it’s over.” Albus smiled. “Oh and here are your clothes and wands. Come along boys, let’s see if we can’t find the last few death eaters.”

“Bloody hell! I spy for most of my adult life, being tortured and beaten, forced to do foul things constantly, and when the final battle comes what happens!”

“Love, relax, think of it this way, well you were climaxing Voldemort was screaming like a girl begging for his life.” Hermione couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across her face.

“Not funny. Let’s go home, love. They dressed and returned to Hogwarts, never knowing of the cursed night that was in store for them both.