The Dark Gryffindor

Sheherazade: Thanks for your review. There will be at least one good long sex scene at Spinner's End, but not for at least a few more updates.


The Song the chapter is based on, is called Shout by Tears for Fears:


"in violent times you shouldn't have to sell your soul"


Continuation of….


Chapter Eleven: Tears for Fears


By half-past five, Snape and Valerie had boarded the train together. Not a single soul was inside except for the driver.

“The fare is free for us, of course,” said Snape, amenable in his sudden friendliness. He did indeed sound younger, as he was looking forward to his time with Valerie. She was such a beautiful, powerful young witch. And as he spoke, he swung Valerie’s large brown leather suitcase on the top shelf, next to his own much smaller black bag.

“That's reasonable, since it’s you who’s in charge of Hogwarts,” was her approbation to prevent his scoffing at her.

Snape sat down next to Valerie, several books on his lap. She was looking out the window at the dreary view of Hogsmeade station. She could see the last shoppers of the day being escorted out of the village by a gang of men and women. This gang was dressed in black and yellow uniformed robes, belted tightly, silver “S” snake badges gleaming on their shoulders. It was a band of Snatchers, and they were kicking shoppers out because the curfew time was starting, and the caterwauling charm would go off for all those unauthorized roaming the streets. She could even see a couple of moving black figures over the horizon behind the stores, undoubtedly some dementors.

Snape finally spoke after a moment, as he decided to look at the curious display from the window as well. “It is not I who is in charge. It’s the Dark Lord’s school, Valerie. I merely hold the seat of power, but he holds an arbitrary decision over everything.”

There was a whistle from the pistons blowing and then the train was off, sailing into the darkness of the unknown, rapidly passing by the village.

“ I suppose that isn’t too bad, sir. I mean he confirmed you as headmaster back in August. You must have been glad to be in his favour. Right?”

Snape nodded slowly, looking insincere. “Hogwart’s is Dumbledore’s, Valerie. Not mine. And certainly isn’t meant to be the Dark Lord’s. Dumbledore is entombed on the grounds as he should have been. For nobody ever loved the school more."

“So exactly what date is your birthday, professor?,” Valerie asked, discounting his comments about her former headmaster.

“It’s today. January ninth,” he said quietly.

“Oh! Happy birthday! Happy birthday, sir! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Snape smiled modestly, revealing stains on his teeth. “You know now though, don’t you?”

Valerie blushed and said eagerly, “I have a surprise for you! For later. When we get to Spinner’s End.”

“I suppose…That sounds good, Valerie,” and he moved for the books on his lap, giving most of them to her.

“Read up on the Dark Arts lesson you missed last time, For as you recall, you were punished after the Occlumency lesson, and we didn't have it.”

Valerie took the books and went to the chapters she already knew she was being instructed in. For awhile both of them read in silence, sitting across from each other, only on occasion, glancing at each other. Meanwhile, the train wended quite frequently through tunnels to navigate around the Scottish hills, thus immersing the window in total darkness.

Almost four hours later, after some questioning of the material, Snape had his pocketwatch out and he said, “Those lights are most definitely Manchester. So, we should be getting off soon.”

“Oh good, I was starting to get really bored. I’m done reading, professor,” and she handed back the books. Snape went to put them back in his traveling satchel, and then he remembered something. He took it out.

“Have you been medicating yourself with the murtlap,?” he asked sounding formal.

“I might have forgotten most of the time. Who cares? I deserve to have difficulty sitting after what I did to you, headmaster. Besides, my bum doesn’t even bother me sitting in this booth. It’s so plush and plump!”

“I want it to heal, Valerie. I will admit it now, I might have went too far in spanking you the last time. There was a lot of bruises, as I recall. So, please lay down across my knee.”

“But, sir! I feel silly always doing this! I could do it myself.”

“And yet when I advised you to, you did not. You enjoy the soothing sensuality of it with my hands don’t you?”

Valerie nodded and reluctantly stood, and before she knew, she was lying across his lap again, her skirt and coat lifted up, her head on the cushion.

“This is silly cause it’s not a punishment, professor!,” she complained, as she felt somethng smoothed onto her. It was the warm little tentacles in cream mixed with Snape’s skin rubbing it into her bruised and indented buttocks.

“Apparently, I should instill some humility in you as well, Valerie. Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Well…Oh, yes....ah…,” and she moaned in between the words.

“You’ll feel better, and if there is another time you’ll have to be punished, I want you restored back to complete comfort before it starts.”

“Fine. Sir,” Valerie said grudgingly.

Snape pulled the lifted skirt and coat back down, and smoothed his hand gently on her clothed backside one last time. Valerie rose instantly, and went to grab her own suitcase from above. She practically knocked it down the shelf in her haste, jumping up to grab it, and Snape rolled his eyes.

*
Soon afterward, Snape and Valerie watched the Hogwarts Express disappear from the station, heading off to its final destination of the night: London.

As soon as they stepped out of the railway they were confronted with a blank wall. Most wizards didn’t ever get off here. Wizards did not have their own, secret space for a station in Manchester like platform nine and three quarters at King’s Cross, London. The reality was that very few wizards had lived in Manchester for hundreds of years. However, all of this was changing with the start of the second wizarding war against Voldemort, for it was fast becoming a favorite place for two particular groups.

Snape and Valerie took one step forward and they seemed to disappear into the wall until they came out at the other side. They were in the mist of the bustling, industrial muggle city of Manchester, located in northern England, specifically they were in the 'Manchester Exchange Station'.

Valerie’s eyes adjusted to the light, looking around. A giant clock was in the center, yet it did not have the face of a clock, it was digital, something Valerie had heard of in Muggle Studies once. It said eight forty-two PM, and it also said that it was 25 degrees farenheit outside the indoor station.

She saw muggles hurrying home as if something horrible would happen to them if they were out too late. What it was, is that the muggles, although they had always acted like a perpetually confused lot, so aloof, they had had a head’s up somehow from their government, from the muggle minister. Some of them looked dazed, confused, and frightened. No doubt it was wizards messing around with them more than usual. Many of them were also scared because a lot more of them had been disappearing, some found dead with no tangible explanation.

Valerie than noticed a middle-aged man in a suit with a child gawking at her, or rather the child was gawking at Snape.

“What?,” said Valerie more challengingly than she meant to say to the strange man.

The stranger shrugged and then glared intently at Snape, as the little boy he had with him clung to his hand fearfully. The child seemed to be afraid of Snape, as he came nearer to them, Snape’s robes and cloak billlowing.

“You weirdos are causing us trouble,” the man in the business attire spat, a hateful look on his face. The man continued walking at their side, as he asked, "Got off at your special place, right?"

At this, Snape stopped, giving the man an X-raying look for a few seconds and then he moved on. The man in the suit had become more defensive at this, and was shaking. As they walked away, he yelled behind them, “WEIRDOS!”

It seemed to resound throughout the huge room of the station, a few more people stared at Snape and Valerie. Valerie blushed nervously and Snape hugged her against him, an arm around her shoulder as they strode out of the station.

After a minute, Snape commented to Valerie on the strange spectacle, “It appears there are enemies everywhere, Valerie. Even here, in my hometown.”

And now Snape and Valerie were leaving the station going up a high flight of steps to an alleyway, linked to the city's streets above.

“Who was he, sir? Did you find out through Legilimency?”

“Oh, yes. He was a muggle spy. I should have realized. Of course even they would have spies in place by now. All thanks to Kingsley who has been warning them so much.”

“Oh,” was all Valerie said, as they reached the summit, and were suddenly in a much louder place, the center of the industrial urban area of Manchester.

Snape and Valerie walked down the alleyway, for a moment, in which two stoned individuals were laid out on the ground. Snape paid them no mind, he didn’t care if they saw them for they were on drugs. But Valerie gaped at them.

“Hold on now Valerie you’re going to side-along apparate,” said Snape bracingly.

“I passed the apparition test last summer, as soon as I was seventeen on July fourth. I can do it myself! Please?”

“We can’t risk complicating things with you getting lost or splinching yourself. You’re not experienced. Now hold tightly to my arm.”

Valerie huffed and then grabbed his elbow, hooking it around her arm tightly.

They felt a tightness, Valerie’s chest heaved she could hardly breathe, all she saw was solid black in an compression of nonexistent air. Then she felt like was being sucked into somewhere, as Snape concentrated on their destination.

They appeared in another alleyway, very much like the one they had just left.

“Come on,” said Snape, as soon they arrived, and he had his hand around the shoulders of her long, blue coat again. They came out of a cement floored alleyway, and onto a cobble stoned street, footsteps now plodding. Valerie saw Snape had his wand out, he held it up tense and alert, and it was lit.

“Take your wand out, Valerie. We’re going to put some protective charms on these homes,” said Snape.

Valerie took her wand out of her coat pocket, as she and Snape walked crossing several deserted streets. As they past them, each directed their wands on one side of the streets, to the houses so as to protect them against Death Eater attacks. Apparently, they had apparated at least a few blocks away from Spinner’s End.

As they went onward, their breath came out in a fog, yet there was another fog, unnaturally pervading the wintry atmosphere. Valerie cast all the defensive charms for dwellings that she knew on each of the terraced houses. Every one of them was made of brick and dilappidated. She noticed many of them were either boarded up or had broken windows, and almost none of them, but a few had gleaming lights inside. It was a dismal and somber place.

As their footsteps continued to clunk against the cobblestone, Valerie whispered, “Headmaster, I’m getting a little scared. This place looks like a ghost town to say the least. But theres something worse around here. A chill of-of”

“It’s death, Valerie. People are dieing. The whole country is at war. What else could you expect?," said Snape roughly, as if forcing the reality on her.

“But-but besides the dementors creating the foggy mist, is there anyone else here, professor?”

“Don’t be deceived by the quiet. There could be Muggle-borns in any one of these houses. A lot of them went into hiding and I’m sure that some of them are in this area,” said Snape, not looking at Valerie as he continued to cast his magic.

“Oh, yes. Now they know what registration means they're resisting," said Valerie, and there was something about her tone that Snape did not like. "Is the bad smell all the dead bodies, the dead bodies of their stinking blood, sir?”

“No. It’s the river.”

There was a strong gust of wind, and Valerie and Snape’s clothing went whipping in the breeze. A snowstorm was forecast for tomorrow.

Valerie looked towards the horizon, behind the houses, between them in the alleyways. She could see a chimney jutting out, framed in the glow of the stars and moonlight, as it sat above, ominously dictating its power over the ghetto. It was part of the steam-powered mill.

Apparently, Spinner’s End was several streets away from the river, but the foul smell was still present, it felt like it had followed them. Finally, they came to the end of another set of uniformed rows, as similar as the houses they had seen on the last few blocks.

They walked faster and Snape murmured, “Remember, Valerie. It is possible though unlikely that the Dark Lord will visit. If I am wanted by him he will deduce we're here. He certainly knows of the location…”

Valerie nodded, smiling a little. Snape whispered a few spells, that went beyond alohomora to unlock the door into his home. It creaked open, after a green flash between the cracks, and they hurried in, Snape shutting the door quickly behind them.

Please review. I appreciate all reviews.