The Unexspected

Chapter Twelve

((So… I am trying to pretend that book seven didn’t happen… by continuing to write my fanfic and read other people’s fic’s. Good Plan!))

The death eater said nothing, so Elizabeth dared herself to slowly snake one of her hands up, moving it so it touched no parts of his body before it reached what she wanted. She places her hand on his mask and moved it away- not even watching when it vanished to smoke in her hand- because her eyes were locked on the face of her potions teacher.

She let out a rather loud squeal and moved off the wall, and closed the gap between the two of them as she embraced him. She buried her head in his chest and closed her eyes, needing to feel comforted.

He moved his hands off the wall and to the small of her back and moved her even closer to him, whispering in her ear that everything was going to be alright.

After a bit he moved his head up slightly and whispered “come on,” he then scooped her up in his arms and held her tightly to his chest.

He was able to open the door with just a turn of his hand, which made Elizabeth wonder if she could have gotten out.

As if he read her mind, Snape answered the question she hadn’t even asked, “There was a guard standing outside the door the entire time you were in there alone. A lock wasn’t necessary”.

“Oh,” replied a very small voice as she looked around.

The place they were at, some sort of castle she assumed, because it felt slightly like Hogwarts and was probably built around the same time. It had a much darker feel to it, the stone of the walls looking almost black in the dim torchlight.

At one point, Elizabeth could have sworn she saw a snake slithering into a crack in the ball; but because of her distaste for snakes, she told herself it was a trick of the imagination.

Many hallways, doors, twists, and turns later, they reached a door with the letters ‘S.S’ in it and he muttered something and then softly set Elizabeth down. He then got a key out of his pocket and put it in the door, and finally got out his wand and made a cut appear in his finger, and pressed it to a second keyhole; before he turned the doorknob and opened the door.

The room was just as dark as the hallway and a fireplace in a corner on the wall lighted it. The room’s walls were full of bookcases, filled with scores of very old leather bound books. There was a large green armchair by the fireplace, and a bed on the opposite wall. The room was void of any winders, and had only one other door.

“This is my room when I stay here, which isn’t often,” Snape explained.

“Ah,” replied Elizabeth.

Then, before Snape could close the door there was a swish of a cloak outside, they walked past the door and then the footsteps stopped. Snape figured out quickly that they were listening in.

“Get on the bed girl,” he told her, a stern look on his face.

Elizabeth frowned, unsure of what was going on, “I-“

“Did I stutter?” He slammed his fist on a small table located by the door, “Get on the bloody bed!”

Elizabeth frowned deeply and put one hand on her hip and opened her mouth to say something, but before she could utter any words, Snape quickly walked over and put his hand on her mouth and dragged her back to where he was standing near the door.

The footsteps had picked up again, “Now, lets have some fun like we did earlier,” he said this in a normal voice. Knowing that when saying something false- that you want someone to hear- the average stupid human would raise his or her voice. To be sure that person heard it. He knew better. He then shut the door quickly and muttered a silencing spell.

“What the HELL is going on? What was that about?” she said loudly when he took his hand off her mouth.

She then looked up at his face and realized he was pissed off. He pushed her away from him and she stumbled back, “What that was, Ms. Draven, is my cover almost being blown because of you!” He started to pace up and down the room.

She frowned as she looked up at him.

“Some of the death eaters are curious why I happened to show up in perfect time for the bidding on you. A lot of them already think that I am working for Dumbledore more then the Dark Lord- and now they think I bid on you to save you,” she could tell he was very angry by the way he was looking at her.

She slowly moved back and sat down on the edge of the bed and gave him her full attention.

“I was already on shaky grounds with the Dark Lord- but I was able to convince him to let me bid-“

“How?” Elizabeth interrupted without thinking about it.

“I was able to convince him that when you vanished- I obviously knew it was him. Therefore Dumbledore- thinking I was on his side, sent me to take care of you. I explained to the Dark Lord that is Dumbledore was to be convinced of my loyalty- I would need to save you- unharmed. But that truthfully, I had been wanting you for quite a while and-“

“How were you able to convince him you wanted me?”

The truth was that Voldemort required a memory or thought from Snape. So Snape let Voldemort enter his mind and watch his most resent dream. It started out with the truth, when Snape was removing Weasley’s hickeys. He then suddenly moved his hand to the back of her head and kissed her fiercely and pushed her up against the desk. Elizabeth struggled against him but he didn’t care. He snapped his fingers and her clothing was off and be bent her back on the desk, looking at the fear in her eyes. He let himself out and she gasped when he placed himself at her entrance, because of his size. He then took her violently, moaning every time she screamed.

He had this dream before Elizabeth was almost raped in real life.

But Voldemort was pleased and laughed, that he could take her for a couple days, even a week, in his room there, but was going to need to fix her memory before taking her back to Dumbledore- if he won the bidding of course.

Instead of telling Elizabeth this- because that would require telling her about his dream- he mealy said, “Look at yourself, what man wouldn’t want you?” He said, looking at her almost sweetly and then remembered his anger, “but all of this could have been avoided if you weren’t dense enough to do what an anonymous note tells you to”.

Elizabeth, who was smiling when he told her the first part, was slightly shocked at him calling her stupid; not understanding how getting captured by Voldemort could ever be her fault, “Oh… right well… thank you for saving me”.

He continued on, as if he didn’t hear her, “You should be glad that the man who picked you didn’t get their facts straight on your virginity- or lack there of. If so- you’d be dead by now,” he then muttered something about a new spell to make Voldemort look like his younger self that requires a pureblood virgin.

“Or he could have gotten his information right, and the pureblood virgin could have lied to him. And then coincidentally he got a letter from his son saying something about me,” she said with a small smirk, cutting him off again.

Snape stopped pacing and looked at her with wide eyes, “You’re a virgin?”

“Yes,”

“Damn it to hell!”