MUGGLE MAGIC

A\N: Thank You to all my wonderful readers, thank you for your words of encouragements and appreciation. As promised, Cassidy’s and Severus’ story begins to get a little more serious now. Please be warned, there are some graphic descriptions of torture and brutality in this chapter, read with caution if these types of scenes are upsetting to you.

Ah! It is sometimes difficult to get to that place of balance, where sex goes from the ordinary to erotic without being trashy. Some liked it, some thought it was too much. I think Cassidy and Severus, with all their hiding and stolen moments have made them playful and mischievous in their lovemaking. And I think Cassidy has personally, with her new found knowledge of lovemaking had decided that for too long Severus held the upper hand at wielding his magic over her and it was time to turn the tables. It also was a great opportunity to experiment with her own sensuality and spread her proverbial wings.

All Harry Potter related things, people, places; words are property of JRK, Cassidy Rain and her antics are my own. No profits made here, only the joy of entertaining others with my fantasies. All credit for song lyrics are given to the artists. Again, thank you for reading Cass and Sev’s story. Please review and recommend.

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CHAPTER 12

It’s just you and me, on my island of hope
a breath between us could be miles
let me surround you
my sea to your shore
let me be the calm you seek
oh and every time I'm close to you
there's too much I can't say
and you just walk away
and I forgot
to tell you
I love you
and the night's too long
and cold here, without you
I grieve in my condition
for I cannot find the words to say I need you so

Excerpt taken from “I Love You” by Sarah Mclachlan


The gentle rumble of Severus’ snore woke me and I smiled. I seemed to have worn out my very adventurous potions master rather early in the evening. After my second attempt of driving him crazy with my lusty imagination he managed to break free of the bindings and quickly punished me for my wickedness. Needless to say I enjoyed every moment of it.

Lying on his left with me spooned into him, my head pillowed on his upper arm, his peaceful breathing stirring my hair I sighed contentedly and gazed at the dark mark of his outstretched arm. The mark itself fascinated me. I had heard and read about the doings of Voldemort and that of the Death Eaters, ‘But what did you do Sev?’ I wondered, ‘What did you do for Voldemort?’

Memories of Jessica’s warnings, of the tales I heard about muggle and even half-blood killings. Stories about using the blood of virgins and of muggles who were painfully and ruthlessly tortured to death. Of curses and spells on those who disobeyed the call of Voldemort. ‘Did you do those things Sev? Were you a part of the killings, part of the butchery on the lives of innocent people?’

Tempted beyond temptation to find out more I reached out tentatively with my right hand, ‘Please don’t wake up’ I silently pleaded, fighting against the rising dread of what I might find. I took a few calming breaths and then gently rested my palm on the face of the skull on his arm. Closing my eyes, I allowed my inner sense to take over.

Instantly, flashes of red, like splattered blood blurred my vision, screams of the tormented echoed in my brain as flickering images whizzed before me. Death was predominant. “Join us or die.” The voices demanded. For those who refused their deaths were excruciating and endless.

Gang rapes of innocent muggle girls, coerced into lewd acts all the while pleading for freedom; barbaric deeds being performed on muggle and half-blood alike, dark hooded figures slowly eliciting every drop of blood, every tear, every scream. Faces, so many faces swam before me, tear streaked, begging, pleading, screaming in agony mingled with the laughter of the death eaters before death itself claimed them.

Horrified at the sight and sound I was just about to pull away when the image of Severus Snape stopped me. He was on his knees and conversing with another hooded figure and I had the immediate sense of pure evil. The figure was laughing, he was happy. Sounds of his maniacal cackle filled my ears and I winced at the fear it planted deep in the pit of my stomach.

Severus was completely and frighteningly devoted to the figure before him. This was Voldemort, I was sure of it. I wanted to see no more, my head felt too full and my heart too heavy with all I had witnessed. But before I could escape the sight he, Voldemort, turned towards me and I found myself drawn to the darkness, within the recesses of the cloak.

Like a magnetic force, it pulled me in, holding me a prisoner even in my own vision. Suddenly it seemed as though I was not the one in control, he was and there was no way for me to break free. Red slit-like eyes materialized from within the darkness and the chill that ran down my spine flowed over into my veins freezing me to the spot.

The hate in his eyes were like knives slicing me open and leaving me bare before him. It felt as though he knew me, all of me, even my deepest of secrets. But no matter how hard I struggled to escape the binding tie he had with me, the tighter I felt bound. And he began to laugh again, a knowing chuckle and my dread deepened.

“You are mine,” he whispered menacingly before laughing again.

The very next sound I heard was my own scream as I sat up.

“Cass? Cassidy!” and Severus flew awake and was instantly beside me. Engulfing me in his arms, “Shush… shush…” he murmured as he gently rocked me, his hands rubbing my arms soothingly. “You were dreaming; it was just a dream, it’s over now.”

But I was not dreaming; that was no dream. Voldemort looked at me, his whispered voice still echoed in my head, ‘You are mine’ and I shivered. Fighting the rising panic and my labored breathing I swallowed to lubricate my dry throat when suddenly Severus pierced the silence of the castle with an excruciating scream of his own.

Instantly he flew out of the bed. I looked on in wide-eyed shock as he gripped his left arm to his chest; in obvious pain he struggled to speak, “I have to go,” was all he could manage and I stared at him, the implications of what was happening sunk in as he quickly tossed on his clothes.

Voldemort I thought frantically, he was calling for Severus, he knows. He wants me. And yet as my mind hysterically juggled thoughts of my own doom I could only look on at Severus and I felt that I might never see him again, never hold him, touch him, feel him inside of me, ever again. Never tell him that I love him, despite it all and no matter what happens - I love him, wholly, completely and utterly.

This moment would change everything and it was slipping through my hands. With one final glance at me kneeling on the bed, Severus stepped into the fireplace. ‘Tell him!’ my mind shouted, ‘tell him now!’ but the words just could not go past my lips and I stayed silent as he disappeared in a rush of green flames.

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Hands like steel bands encircled my upper arms and I was pushed against my will to where ever I was being taken. The black sack over my face was so thick, no fresh oxygen could come through and it felt like I was being smothered in the darkness. For some reason I could not sense where I was or what was going to happen, all I felt was terror.

It filled my heart, pumped into my veins filling every part of me. The air inside the sack was so thick I knew that I would pass out in a matter of minutes. The hands that held me seemed to cut off the blood flow to my arms as well; my fingers were going numb. But wait, something was happening, hushed voices were all around me now,

“Where am I?” I screamed, “Let me go! If Albus Dumbledore hears of this, there’ll be hell to pay!”

I was roughly shoved to my knees and the sack was mercifully removed. With my head lowered I gulped the fresh air and filled my lungs greedily. My eyes focused immediately on the hem of the robe just before me and my heart froze over in fear. It was Voldemort himself, they had kidnapped me and now he was ready to kill me.
He began to speak,

“This muggle is very special,” he began sarcastically, “she has a gift that no mere muggle could truly appreciate.” I looked around and saw Death Eaters by the dozen all around me. Voldemort was addressing them. “The depths of her power are still untapped though, her feeble muggle intellect could never comprehend the true value of what she so undeservingly has in her possession.”

He looked down at me; I gasped as his glowing eyes seemed to penetrate my skull and I winced as white-hot shots of pain gripped me. But he focused on someone else suddenly, and he moved away. Walking to the group behind me,

“But you spoiled her Severus; you took her virginity, her physical innocence. I am displeased,” he said harshly and I could hardly believe my virginity or lack thereof was being discussed so casually. He turned back towards me,

“However she can still be used, her true gift lies not between her legs but here,” and he rested his palm on my head. Again, sharp pains racked me and I screamed in agony. I fought against the pain when,

”You don’t mind do you Severus?” he asked chidingly

“She is yours master.” Severus replied

And my head swung around so fast to face him, though he was in hooded robes I knew instantly which was Snape, “How could you!” I screamed in outrage, “I mean nothing to you?” But my tear streaked face, my pleading eyes seemed to make no affect on the dark figure and all my hope was lost. My sudden outburst had apparently amused Voldemort and I returned my gaze to him,

“Your display is touching my dear, but your lover has given you to me and it is my choice to do with you as I will.” He paced around me, taunting me with his silence as he debated my fate. “Malfoy.” He called, and another hooded figure approached and knelt beside me in obedience.

“My Lord” was the smooth response from Lucius Malfoy.

“You’ve had a taste of her haven’t you?”

“Yes, my Lord” was the smug reply and my stomach churned.

“Then you shall have more than just a taste after I am finished. I shall be sure to leave her in fair condition for you”

I was overwhelmingly nauseous now.

“You are too generous my lord,” was his haughty reply.

I screamed again to Severus to do something, “I know you are not like them! I know you Severus! Please!” I shouted desperately but he just stood there unmoving.

Voldemort however was enjoying my display and laughed openly at me. And that was my breaking point, with every ounce of strength that remained in my body I flew at him but before I could reach close enough to attack,

“Cruciatus!”

And I fell at his feet screaming in utter agony and then I woke up.

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I sat in Professor Dumbledore’s office the very next morning. He had to know no matter how I felt about it I concluded. Stifling a yawn I turned and looked at him while he gave instructions to Professor McGonagall who was there when I came in. Sinking back into the plush chair in front of his desk I pondered just how am I going to relate the events of last night.

It had been 7 hours since Severus left; gone without another word, leaving me with visions and dreams that haunted me beyond anything I had ever experienced. It’s ironic I thought, after a night of loving, of passion – only terror followed. The words of Voldermort still echoed in my brain, the feel of his hand gripping my head, sucking out everything – my gift. I actually felt it begin to slip away from me, the pain was real and if pain was real, then how could it be a dream? I was still deep in thought when,

“Cassidy? Cassidy? Are you alright child?”

I turned red-rimmed eyes to him and saw deep concern; that was all it took to undo me; I shook my head negatively and I launched.

“There is something you should know Professor Dumbledore, it concerns Professor Snape and myself.” God how do I do this I thought, “Severus and I… we… well we’ve been… er…”

“I know”

“We’ve been… exploring a deeper…”

“I know”

“Deeper relationship. Beyond the normal boundaries and associations of working colleagues. What?!” and I blinked in shock.

Dumbledore smiled bemusedly, “I am aware of everything that goes on here at Hogwarts, Cassidy,” and he looked over the rim of his half-moon spectacles, his eyebrows arched, “everything.” I was too stunned and too embarrassed to look him in the face.

“Severus has changed much since the both of you… er explored?” he said lightly. “And so have you Cassidy, all for the better I should think. But that’s not why you are here this morning, this concerns the Death Eater Meeting he went off to last night.”

Utterly confused now, “Yes, but how did you know?”

“One of the stipulations of his stay here is that he must report to me before he goes to a Death Eater Summons.”

“So he came to you… did he say anything more before he left?” I asked calmly even though my hands gripped the armrests of the chair in worry.

Dumbledore sat in his own chair and chose a lemon drop from the candy dish perched at the end of the well-oiled desk. He kindly proffered the dish offering me a choice of the sweets but I had no desire for anything at the moment. He smacked his lips on the tart confection as he shook his head negatively.

I exhaled; I didn’t even know that I was holding my breath. I launched, “Last night – I saw something that worried me. I saw Severus talking with Voldemort, but this wasn’t just talking… I sensed his… his,” I hated to say the word “loyalty” but that’s what it seemed like – felt like. I can’t tell him about Voldemort’s threat towards me, his intentions to take me for my psychic abilities, that didn’t matter here. What mattered was what Severus had become when in the presence of Voldemort. I tried again,

“The thing is Professor, while I was searching his mind, I saw him giving information to Voldemort, information that made the dark lord very happy. And as much as it pains me to admit, I believe Severus is giving Voldemort information; what that information is exactly, I just don’t know but if it makes Voldemort happy then that can’t be very too good for us.”

‘And I’m scared,’ I wanted to cry out. For the first time I’m actually afraid of Severus. I contemplated admitting this but Dumbledore spoke before me,

“If what you say is true, then it is worse than I suspected.” Dumbledore considered the matter for a while before saying, “It is important that you carry on as normal with Severus, do not allow him to suspect you. It’s the only way we can know for sure. In the mean time, never you fear child, you are safe here.

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As the days passed, my dread grew. It was Sunday night and there was still no sign of Severus. While he was absent the nightmares still plagued me and further spurred visions of him serving me up to Voldemort. I was at my wits end; sleep eluded me and I felt physically drained and weak from worry, concern and fear. I remembered Jessica’s descriptions on the tortures of muggles and I recalled the pain I felt in my head. The look in Lucius Malfoy’s eyes, the frigid tone of his voice as he anticipated his newest acquisition. These did not help.

I looked at my bed, and though I craved sleep, I was too afraid to lie in it. I picked up the pillow, pressed it to my face and inhaled; the scent of Severus still lingered there and I hugged it and buried my face further into it and cried.

“What will you do to me when you get back Severus?” I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

I woke up from my restless slumber early Monday morning and I knew instantly of his presence in the castle. My first thought was to run to him, but the minute my feet touched the cold stone floor, reality flooded me; would I run straight into the arms of the man who would endanger me? And I was reminded of the words to a song I loved, “Fear can stop your love, love can stop your fear,”

I was torn. Love compelled me while fear held me bound. I stood there and stared at the door and commanded my self to make a decision, but I could not move and I gripped the bedpost and cried. I shook with the intensity of my sadness. I threw myself back onto the bed and burying my face into the pillows, stuffing the sheets to my mouth to stifle the sounds of my sobs I silently begged him to come to me.

But he never came. In my frustrated state, I stuck my head in the fireplace and called on Dumbledore; he again advised that I carry on as I normally do and not worry. That was easier said than done but an hour later I was seated in my office, staring at the door, willing him to come to me even while I fought the building apprehension that filled me.

The minutes ticked and the hours passed, still he did not come. And with every movement of the hands on the clock the more suspicious I became. Surely he would have visited me by now or at least indicated to me of his return. I was going stir crazy. I stepped out into the corridor of the dungeons and smiled at the gathering students who were waiting to enter the potions classroom.

A few minutes later the classroom door swung open and my breath caught as I saw Severus for the first time since his return. But the moment his eyes caught mine, they widened briefly; and then he turned away so swiftly all I saw after was a blur of his dark hair and the billowing of his robes as he left the door ajar for the students. They filed in and shut the door behind them.
Still I stared. Publicly he would submit to civil greetings with me in order to keep up appearances, but he didn’t even acknowledge me this time and I felt like I was slapped. Felt the knife not only stab but also twist and I stared at the closed door in shock a few moments more before returning to my office. The voice of Voldemort taunting me, “You are mine.”


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A\N: Hold on to your seats dear readers, the next chapter was one of the hardest I have ever written; the violence and much worse torture begins. Will Cassidy be able to withstand it. Will Severus finally decide? Stay tuned!