MUGGLE MAGIC

A\N: WARNING! – This chapter contains violent and explicit sex\torture situations for latter part of the chapter. So brace yourself, and don’t say that I didn’t warn you. Severus gets nasty. I did try to write it as diplomatic as I could but what may seem fine with some may just shock others so please, read with caution. If you wish to skip this chapter but not miss the plot please scroll down to the end of the chapter, I’ve posted a note to keep you up to date.

I think I may have lax in saying that this fic is written in an AU circa HP&COS nix Basilisk. Canon Voldemort doesn’t exist physically during this time, however, my Voldemort does in the spirit. It is his essence not his physical being that interacts with the Death Eaters. I don’t know why I didn’t write this in before; please pardon my first-timer faux pas. I’ll probably make those changes when I’ve finished with the fic. All Harry Potter related materials are property of JKR, everything else is my own. No profits made here except reading the reviews, that’s like a pot of gold for me! Many thanks to my new beta Marilynn for her encouragement and support on Muggle Magic.

This chapter was the hardest I’ve ever written but I wanted to challenge myself to all types of scenes and preferences. Having never endured such scenarios before, let’s just say my imagination works pretty well considering. I hope it is well accepted and understood in the spirit in which it was written and it’s overall aim in the story. It starts off as Severus POV so please keep that in mind. Thanks again for following Cassidy’s and Severus’ story. Please, read, review and recommend!


CHAPTER 13

Darkness, darkness
Be my pillow
Take me in and let me sleep
In the coolness of the shadow
In the silence of the deep

Darkness, darkness
Hide my yearning for the things that cannot be
Keep my mind from constant turning
Towards the thing that cannot see
Thing that cannot see.

Darkness, darkness
Long and lonesome is the day that brings me everything
I have felt the edge of sorrow,
I have known the depth of fear.

Darkness, darkness
Be my blanket
Trouble me with your endless night,
Take away, the pain of knowing
Fill the emptiness with night
Emptiness with night.

Darkness, darkness
Be my blanket
Take me in and cover me
Take away, the pain of knowing
Fill the emptiness with night,
Emptiness with night

Emptiness, loneliness
Take away
Emptiness, loneliness
Take away
My sorrow

“Darkness Darkness” Lisa Torban

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I exited the spiral staircase of Albus Dumbledore’s office and advanced towards the dungeons. Though I had just given the headmaster my full report on the Death Eater meeting I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Dumbledore was hiding something and I didn’t like it one bit. Everything had changed since I left Hogwarts 3 days ago. My meeting with Voldemort, the demands of the Dark Lord and now a secretive Dumbledore who dodged my questions, it was not helping the situation at all, not helping what I apparently had to do.

As I rounded the corridor, I stopped abruptly at the sound of hushed voices,

“Yes I tell you, she swears she loves him,” said the first voice conspiringly. And I was rooted.

The second exclaimed, “The psychologist! And him?”

“Mm-hmm.” The first confirmed knowingly and I instantly recognized the voice of Violet originally of the painting in the antechamber behind the Great Hall.

“I heard her telling her friend, that she loved him with all of her heart,” Violet continued.

The second and I was positive this was Griffindor’s Fat Lady; shuddered and exclaimed “Why?”

I was stunned. My blood went glacial in my veins, my ears rang and my heart seemed to stop, for I knew they were talking about Cassidy and me. Leaning against the gray stonewall to keep myself from falling over in shock. ‘She’s in love with me? Me?’ I couldn’t help but question myself. The very thought of it both pleased and sickened me. She can’t love me. She mustn’t. What was there to love? I had made sure, closed every avenue, every door, and blocked every emotion save cool aloofness to anyone who crossed my path.

This wasn’t love, it can’t be; it was lust. Yes lust, pure and simple. Mutual wants and needs being fulfilled in each other. After all, I had never given any indication, any suggestion that what we had was more than what it really was; hunger, passion, base lust. No, there must be some mistake. But what if they were right? This would ruin everything; ruin what I had to do.

Determinedly I strode past the whispering paintings and ignored the shocked gasps at my back. I had a mission, and like it or not I had to complete it. Almost running down the stairs to the dungeons, I tugged at my billowing robes, pondering my task and how I would proceed. Quickly, I stepped into my rooms and un-enchanted the wall of my bedroom; sure enough Cassidy was there. Dressed in a dark green satin and lace nightdress, she sat on her bed and stared at the dancing flames of the fireplace.

She was waiting for me; it was obvious. I studied her face in the chance that I would find some confirmation, some sign to prove or disprove what I had just heard. Her brows were etched; I looked closer, her eyes downcast and dark with worry and lack of sleep. How could I tell if she really was in love with me I wondered? How would I know? And I tried to recall the last time I had ever allowed that emotion in my life, my past experience with Lily Evans. I had loved her…desperately. So much so; that I hated myself for it; for allowing it to grow into a consuming obsession; my ultimate weakness.

But she made her choice plain and clear hadn’t she. I could never measure up to James Potter. The very memory of what love reduced me to made me grimace. It was ironic though, I thought, Cassidy was the first woman since Lily to make me burn with uncontrollable need. A dangerous weakness to have, yes. But even now I was growing hard at the sight of her on the bed. Love, I scoffed. I would see it in her eyes; I would hear it in her voice. I knew what that was like well enough to recognize it.

A movement from the corner of the room caught my eyes and I frowned as Mrs. Norris leapt onto the bed and padded her way to sit on Cassidy’s lap. What happened next made me blanch; I stared at the scene before me and tried to wrap my brain around the words that came out of Cassidy’s mouth.

“Can you keep it a secret Mrs. Norris? I love him, but I’m afraid.”

I reeled. And in two seconds I was out the door. Cassidy’s admission was like a punch in the stomach. ‘She can’t love me. She mustn’t!’ I mumbled aloud this time as I prowled the corridors in an attempt to figure out what to do. I cannot allow it to continue because I couldn’t promise her love in return. All I had to give was the physical relationship we already shared. Anything more would be a liability. A pawn Voldemort would use against me. Her expectations were too high, I couldn’t make those commitments. No. I had to dissuade this. For her safety and for my own.

Hate. I had to make her hate me. That would solve everything. I must uproot her growing feelings for me and plant hate in her heart. The simplicity of it was mind-boggling. And I knew just what I had to do. Pausing, I looked at her office door; ‘a pity’ I thought. I would miss her, miss her silly Muggle ways, miss the feel of her delectable body next to mine, miss the way she could always make me forget my past.

Steeling my heart against regrets, guilt and second thoughts, I made my way to another door of the dungeons. A restricted room. It had to be prepared. It must be done.

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I was stroking a contented Mrs. Norris when Severus appeared in the fireplace, and my heart leapt,
“Would you join me in my rooms Cassidy?” he drawled.

“Now?” I asked breathlessly.

“Yes, now.” And he was gone in a rush of green flames.

Breathing deeply to control my rapidly beating heart I pulled on my green satin robe and guardedly made my way to his door. My heart almost stopped when I found him leaning against the jamb of his door waiting for me. He was still dressed in his black school robes, his hair, a little longer than usual flicked out around shoulders and his eyes, frozen and as dark as the dead of night and my breath was stolen away.

“Come in,” he murmured softly and stepped back to allow me in.

I stood there in the middle of his sitting room feeling more uneasy than I ever had before. Gently he took my hand and led me to the couch and handed me a drink. For the first time in my life I felt like I really needed it. Quaffing the entire lot in one gulp I gasped at the familiar sting it elicited; closing my eyes I allowed the heat of the whisky to bring my racing nerves under control.

“Are you alright?” he drawled sarcastically.

And I noticed that though there was some level of concern in his voice, there was an unmistakably jagged edge to his tone. It was cool, impersonal; it was the Snape I met upon first arriving at Hogwarts, the old Snape; and the alarm bells in my head went off. I answered as calmly as I could, “I’m fine.”

But he only looked at me. And I looked right back at him; there was a certain nothingness in his _expression that made me want to cry. He was empty; hollow, the Severus I knew was gone. Swallowing back my growing misery I ventured to ask, “Where were you?” And I could feel him tense, though he made an effort not to show it.

“I was at a Death Eaters Meeting,” he said candidly and I was shocked that he was so freely admitting it to me. Moments passed before he spoke again,

“Come with me, I want to show you something.”

And without further adieu he grabbed up my hand and led me stumbling behind him out of the room. As we made our way out into the dungeons corridor I had an immediate sense of foreboding. He was leading me to my doom; I knew it. Hurriedly he tugged me further down to the very end of the passageway and we stopped abruptly at the last door.

The Restricted Dungeon Room; I had never been there before and I felt a tangible sense of apprehension as I stood before it. He was waiting for me to open it. I steeled myself as I pushed the heavy wooden and iron door ajar and stepped inside. The thick darkness closed around me and memories of the smothering sack in the vision I had just two days ago filled me.

“Go on,” he chided softly, “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

His tone - his words made the hairs on my arms raise and produce a tremor down my spine. ‘Nothing to be afraid of indeed;’ When in truth I felt like the proverbial lamb being led to the slaughter. Gingerly I moved forward, deeper into the murky depths of the room. I couldn’t see my own hands in front of my face for goodness sake.

”I can’t see where I’m going, I need some light.”

Though he was just a few feet behind me I clearly sensed his arm sweeping out into the room and with a roar the monstrous fireplace at the far end of the room flared to life; illuminating the cold damp room. One by one the torches on the mossy stonewall also burst into flames and I finally took stock of where I was.
The first thing that caught my eyes was the heavy looking steel manacles on the walls just by the fireplace. I turned wide eyes to an ancient looking guillotine that was to my right.

“Oh my!” I whispered, shocked to my toes.

Taking tentative steps forward I stared at the selection of centuries old battle-axes and swords that lined a section of the wall, the sight of it made both my heart and imagination kicked into overdrive, ‘oh my god, what was he going to do with me!’ I backed away in full retreat and bumped unceremoniously into something hard. I spun around and gawked at a heavy wooden table outfitted with thick leather straps, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe.

Next to the table was a smaller stand upon which held cat-o-nines, whips, scimitars and other instruments with wicked looking blades and jagged edges that made me feel increasingly weak with fear. In an effort to lubricate my dry mouth I swallowed but I may have swallowed sand for all the good it did me. I turned away from the sight of that only to find myself facing an unusually large cauldron. Schooling my voice I ventured to ask about it.

Severus, though I was not looking at him, I could hear the smile in his voice as he replied, “It is built large so as to accommodate its victim as he or she is lowered into the boiling oil.”

Lowered in! Boiling Oil! Oh my! I didn’t want to be here for another moment; I had to get out. I made a mad dash for the door…

“Stop” he called out self assuredly

And I did… although I didn’t want to. ‘Run Cassidy! Run! Move!’ I commanded myself but nothing happened. And I groaned in frustration as I realized that I was again under another of his potions.

“Come here, by the fire,” he called out casually and I was subjected to obey.

Severus had divested himself of the robe he had on and now stood in his frock coat before the fire. “Yes I know the surroundings are a bit daunting” his lips twisted, “morbid even, but I promise…”

“Why are you doing this Severus? What are you going to do with me?” The hurt in my voice was laced with pent up anger and a bit of fight. But he only chuckled, an ominous sound coming from him.
“If I recall correctly,” he began, “you had your bit of fun, the last time, and I just thought I would reciprocate the favor?”
While I half expected Voldemort to jump out of the shadowy recesses of the room, I was totally taken aback with his intentions. And even more so the place and setting he wanted to carry it out.

A menacing smile plastered his lips, his eyes – hard and glittering was the last thing I saw as he began to pace behind me. And for the life of me couldn’t move, couldn’t turn to keep him in my sights. He spoke again,

“You and I have always been… adventurous in our dalliances Cassidy, haven’t we?” He shrugged, “I didn’t think you’d be so shocked to see where I wanted to carry out my fantasy. But don’t worry, you will see, and hear and feel my every move with you, after all, I wouldn’t want to… torture you overly.”

And no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t stifle the shiver that ran down my back. I felt beyond helpless. He had me well trapped and there was nothing I could do about it. My mind raced, would he use me; torture me, as he said, before handing me over to Voldemort? What would happen to me?
“What did you give me, Severus? What was in the fire whiskey?” I muttered. I hated the sound of defeat in my voice but there was nothing I could do; there was no faking anything, I felt it, the potion he administered now seeped fully into my system and rendered me helpless against him.

He continued standing behind me, deliberately leaving me without the advantage of looking at his movements. He stood directly behind me when he spoke.
“It’s a complicated potion; a compilation of various ingredients… combined in such a way to complement each other in their individual effect on the human body. There are several principle elements, all layered in a particular fashion, well… you will soon find out for your self won’t you.” The bastard was smug. I felt crushed.

Weary and weak and on the edge of giving up I closed my eyes in temporary defeat. How do I fight against the potion already inside my system? What other choice did I have but to just give in? And as if on cue, as if he knew I had just given up, I felt his work worn fingertips tuck a stray curl behind my ear.

And though his body was inches from mine, I could feel the heat of him infiltrate into my bones and filling my core. Naturally I wanted to lean into him, to savor him fully, but his command that I stay still was in effect. His breath behind my ear, stirring the soft wisps of hair along the column of my neck wreaked havoc with my senses and though I fought I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped me; he chuckled in triumph.

His hands skimmed at my waist and trailed along to the belt of the Satin Robe tied in the front. Slowly he pulled the bow loose and slipped his hand inside and my body betrayed me as I trembled with desire. His hands were like fire burning through the soft satin, scorching my skin and his fingertips tantalizingly traced a line from my navel to the hollow between my heaving breasts.

Gently he eased the robe from my shoulders and allowed it to fall into a soft pile at my feet. His exploring fingers were like whispery kisses on the bare flesh of my shoulders and arms. His lips never leaving its spot behind my ear continued to exhale hot streams of air and his fingertips began working their way down to my elbows and even lower to my hands.

It was obvious that his potion was one that sensitized the flesh, for with every stroke, every caress, pleasure was heightened and I was suddenly aroused far more than I usually would be at his touch. My fears about Voldemort were surprisingly gone; frustration replaced it. I longed instead to lean against him, to press myself into him, to feel the warmth of him.
His fingers reached my palms and I was instantly lost. Crying out in utter wanting I struggled to stay upright as his fingertips slowly circled and swirled and traced every line and explored every crevice of my hand. My brain knew that he was touching my palms but my body reacted as though he was touching me more intimately, caressing me between my legs. The intensity to which the potion had taken me was phenomenal,

“Severus please…” I gasped as I tried to give in to the mounting pleasure that was ready to break free but for some reason it would not come. It was only then did I realize that his mixture also drove its victim to the extreme reaches of ecstasy but denied them fulfillment.

“You will stand still,” he commanded tersely as he continued his assault on my body and senses. My groans of frustration did nothing to stem his relentless ministrations; on and on he continued, pushing me to the very edge of reason, the brink of sanity. Mentally and physically I was fatigued, my struggle to peak was an all-consuming need that drove me insane. But the more I pressed for release the further it seemed.

Before long the tingling pleasure that coursed within me began to change into a dull pain on the surface of my skin, causing me to gasp agonizingly with his every caress. In a matter of seconds the dull pain morphed into a razor sharp sting that made me cry and whimper for him to stop.

“What’s this? Tears?” he scoffed. “Come now, it isn’t all that bad is it? None of my other women ever complained. They enjoyed my little games. Or maybe you want to try something different? Very well, I shall oblige you.”

The physical pain that sluiced through me, through my bones was nothing compared to the comment he made, so casually about his other women. With all my heart I knew that it was not true, but the fact that it fell from his lips in such casual a way was worse than a dull knife twisting into my heart.

Before I had the chance to gather my scattered wits he led me to the huge fireplace, his grip on my wrist was unbearable and I labored to walk the short distance without collapsing at his feet. Feeling hopeless and lost and very unsatisfied, I was helpless as he lifted my hands over my head and secured them with the heavily rusted manacles chained to the mossy stone wall.

“Wha.. what are you doing?”

But he did not answer. Instead he walked away; my knees buckled and I slumped against the cool damp wall at my back, and I grit my teeth at the agony I felt the moment my back touched the moss. What should have been relieving was in fact intensifying my present anguish. I gathered my strength and stood away from the wall; my eyes scanning the dimly lit dungeon.

“No wand tonight Cassidy, I promise …” his voice sounded faint and distant, “I am a fair man after all.”

At the far side of the room a glint caught my eyes and I squinted to make out what it could possibly be. There it was again, a flash of silver in the darkness and Severus stepped out of the shadows. In his hand was a Japanese Samurai sword held at a perfect 45 degree angle from his feet. Slowly he drew nearer and with every step he made my blood run colder in my body.

His eyes never leaving mine as he manipulated the sword in his hands. His swift and fluid movements bespoke skill and dexterity in the art. Though I was spellbound by the sight of him thus, my fear grew to new leaps and bounds. Stopping just a few feet from me he lifted the blade and gently pressed edge of the cold steel to my neck. Though I wanted nothing more than to collapse I dared not move. I dared not breathe.

His gaze still penetrating into me as he drew the blade down the column of my neck and across my shoulder. Where one sword trailed it felt like a thousand. I could not help the fresh wave of tears that escaped me. His lips only curled and with little effort he cut the straps of my nightgown. But before it could fall he swung the sword down to the hem of the gown and allowed the satin to sever away as he edged the weapon up… up past my legs and waist and further up to my cleavage where with a swift nick he had rent the gown and it fell away leaving me bare before him.

How long had it been since I last took a breath? With the weapon now drawn away I gulped oxygen madly; wheezing and shuddering at the physical and mental onslaught Severus generated. He only chuckled,

“Fascinating,” his voice filled with mocking and contempt.

I could only lift my tear streaked face to him and implore, “Why?” my own voice sounded strangled.

His mouth twisted into a perverted smirk and he swung the sword in his hand again and brought the gleaming tip up to my lips and I gasped,

“You don’t understand yet do you?” his harsh baritone belittled me.

Carefully he traced my full lips with the edge of the blade as he drawled, “Maybe… perhaps, we should try again?”

A trail of fire and hot pain followed as he inched the razor sharp blade expertly down my neck and to my breasts, and I struggled to remain still, “Don’t move,” he enunciated ruthlessly, and almost as an after thought he added lightly, “Unless you want to cause an accident.”

The sword tip moved to my nipple and circled the aching peak, taunting and spiteful. I keened in agony and clenched my fists, my long nails dug painfully into my palms but I kept still lest my flesh press too much into the sharp edge. And then suddenly he pulled back, masterfully manipulated the weapon and swiftly, with both hands, pressed the flat of the blade across my breasts.

“AAARRRGGHHH!!!!” My agonized scream echoed over and over in the enclosed dungeon. What should feel like cold steel against hot flesh, arousing and erotic instead stung like a bee’s venom against the sensitive peaks of my breasts and I whimpered as he slowly grazed it left and right. And I begged him to stop. He did not.

He trailed the tip of the sword now, lower and lower. And with every inch it made, my pain and fear increase. His cold, dead eyes seemed to penetrate into me, searching out and feeding off my arising terror. Slowly he slid the blade between my spread legs and again like before, pressed the flat of the iron blade against my enflamed labia. Painful electric shocks and fire was all I could feel as the weapon brushed against me. Again my screams ricocheted within the sealed room. And again my pleadings fell on deaf ears, I may have may have begging a rock for all the good it did me.

Tired and weak from the torment I was being put through I wondered in fright, if Severus was capable of this, what would Voldemort do with me. Would I even be alive at the end of it all? And if Voldemort did not finish me, then after Lucius Malfoy I would surely be dead. But what could I do? I was defenseless against this potion. It drained me of all strength and all resistance. It chipped away at my will power. It brought out the most desperate feeling of hopelessness and desolation. All I wanted was to sink into the empty void of unconsciousness.

But God help me I couldn’t even do that. My knees buckled and I slumped forward, hanging there, my full weight upon my arms and wrists. My voice, hoarse from all my screaming sounded shattered, as a pathetic moan issued from my gut. And then he stopped. Slowly, the piercing sting that wracked my body eased and my mind went numb with relief. For the first time in what felt like forever I breathed deeply and with every breath I felt myself relax.

Suddenly I fell to the ground. Severus, using his wand had released the manacles from my wrist. Naked I lay there sprawled on the frigid stone floor,

“Severus” I whispered and closed my eyes, willing sleep to come. But that wasn’t the end of his game.

I felt myself being lifted from off of the floor by unseen hands and transported magically across the air. Peering from behind tired lids I looked down upon the surface of the heavy wooden table I had noticed earlier. Slowly I descended onto the rough top, well it was better than the floor I thought as I relished the cool of the wood. It occurred to me then that his potion was indeed wearing off.

Then, without warning, my arms and legs were stretched spread eagle across the table and the thick leather straps snaked around my wrists and ankles.

“You didn’t think it was over did you?” His voice cold and mocking seemed to echo from afar. “That was just foreplay.”


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The cool rushing water of the stream flowing all around me was like a soothing balm on my ravaged soul. Although it was relatively shallow, I was able to lie back as the crystal clear water caressed my face and body. So soft, so gentle, I smiled at the wonderful feelings it evoked in the far reaches of my heart. My midnight hair fanned out and swirled behind me and I ran my fingers through it luxuriously, relishing the tickle of the flowing water against the back of my neck.

Above me, the tall oaks and assorted trees of the forest lent a canopy of glorious shade. Only with the mild evening breeze could I see the sparkle of the afternoon sun between the evergreen leaves. All around me was the sound of life. The shrill tweeting of woodland birds, the croaking of frogs, the rustling of the leaves and the babbling water of the brook as it rushed past moss covered stones and drift wood, all these elements joined together in perfect harmony.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be swept away by the serenade. I didn’t know how much longer I could stay here. This new wave of the potion Severus administered denied me unconsciousness, denied me long lasting mental escape. Even now I felt myself being torn away from tranquility and thrust back into chaos.

I opened my eyes, now glazed and bespoke of the traumas of the past hours. I focused on the dying fire in the huge grate and compared it to myself and my love for the man who was on me, pumping into me, desecrating me in every way he could. His clothes were all on; he allowed no part of himself to touch me save his erect penis. When he had need of me to change position he used his wand to manipulate my body painfully in any contortion he could without breaking or dislocating my bones.

A fresh wave of tears slid down and wet my cheek as it pressed on the wooden table. I had become numb with the abuse. Severus violated me in ways that were worse than rape. How could a man whom I loved rape me, not just bodily but rape my mind and heart as well? How could what I would have given freely be stolen away with such brutality, such heartlessness? And I sobbed as I stared at the remains of the fireplace; there was nothing left save the glowing embers, red and hot, fire still hidden within.

I searched my heart, and God help me, like that ember that still held fire deep inside it, I loved Severus. Though my heart, body and mind were broken beyond measure, I loved him still. Nothing would change that now. My eyes slid shut and I gave in; I felt like I was dying, I felt my life leaving me. Numbness was taking over now, closing in on me. Enveloping me from the devastation I was going through. But I had to tell him. I had to tell him.

He was leaning over me, his hands roughly pushing my hair away from my face. I could tell he was close to climax, he was panting, gasping. His face was close to my own, his erratic breath beat against my cheek and he twisted my head so that we were looking at each other. But in the near darkness, there wasn’t much to see. Gathering all my strength I fought to get the words out, to say what I had to say, then I could die.

“I…” and I gasped as he shoved himself deeply into me.

I tried again, “Severus… I…”

“What’s that my dear,” he taunted, “you want some more?”

The vortex I had waited for was quickly approaching; I had to say it now,
And though my voice was feeble, I knew he heard it for he froze in mid stroke.

“I love you. I love you Severus.”

Then came everlasting darkness.


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A\N: Like I said, this was one of the hardest chapters I’ve ever written, finding a balance to make it not too graphic and horrific yet letting the reader know that this was not an easy experience for Cassidy was not easy at all. This was the best I could do. Quite a departure from the erotica of the past chapters!

If you’ve opted to skip this, here’s basically what happened. Severus overhears the Fat Lady and Violet saying that Cassidy is in love with him. Unable to believe the validity of it until he overhears it from Cassidy’s lips himself, he sets upon finding a way to dissuade her feelings. Why? Well, there is my plot point! Let me shed some measure of light for you. There is something he must do, and having her love him will not make it easy. (I can hear those cogs grinding away trying to figure it out lol!)

So, he decides that turning that love into hate is his best bet. Using the one thing they both share; that is their physical relationship, he decides to turn her fantasies into a nightmare of gargantuan proportions. So, in a medieval torture room hidden in the dungeons… (This is first and foremost a castle dear reader!) He sets about giving her a tour of its antique contents and showing her how it was all used! The ordeal lasts hours. Battered and almost dead, despite all he’s put her through, she manages 4 words that disarms him, “I love you Severus”

And that’s it in a nutshell. Chapter 14 is on the way soon, this chapter is unique as it is completely in Severus’ POV. Look out as our hero battles his demons and confronts his destiny. Enjoy.