Life in an Alien Land 2: The Werewolf Chronicles

This chapter was proofed by Jilliane. Any mistakes remaining are my own.



Chapter 17: Brothers

For the last three months, I had been drugged stupid. It was the only way I would allow another male besides Snape near me. Greyback had ordered the physician to dose me with Muggle Calming Draughts and narcotics after I had dislocated one of his favourite's jaws. The doctor objected, and Greyback had threatened him with the Turning of his son. He waited until Greyback left and cursed roundly, not meeting my eyes as he gave me an injection of something he called Valium.

"I am sorry," he said as he packed the drugs into a case. "May God forgive me."

I smiled at him through the drug induced haze, "It's all right. Being stoned makes things go easier on me. Doesn't hurt as much when they rape me."

He froze, his back to me, before he tore the door to my cubicle open. Once through the exit he turned, the margins of his lips white. He said, stiffly, "I will prescribe you as much as you want. Just let me know through Madam."

Even under the influence of the drugs, I fought. My wolf howled for Severus and so did I. Rape was once again my main source of human contact.

During my incarceration, there were a few men that left me in worse emotional shape than I already was. Those were the men who didn't try to have sex with me. One old man, a grizzled werewolf in his early hundreds, held my near naked body in his lap and crooned soft lullabies into my ear. He was never aroused, and never once made a move to do more than offer what solace he could. I sobbed silently into his shoulder as he rocked me back and forth, and I was devastated when he left. He reminded me of Dumbledore, Dad, and my few uncles. He smelled like family, with his old man cologne and faintly smoky scent.

An Indian bloke, one of the sailors taken when the Pack raided a ship heading into Yarmouth, had cried the entire time he was in the room. He spoke in a prayerful undertone in a foreign language as he watched me fearfully, his eyes red-rimmed and his lips curled back in a grimace. He never approached me, and kept wincing and covering his head everytime someone would move outside the door. I sat on the bed, afraid to move lest I spark some crazed reaction from him. When his time was up, signalled by a bell outside the Breeder's rooms, he screamed, his body wracked with agonised sobs. One of his mates collected him, a dark skinned African fellow. The man stepped into the room and closed the door.

"My mate, he don't have his head right," the man said, his accent making his words sound liquid. "Can you say he... did it to you? Otherwise..." He ran his finger over his neck in a cutting gesture. "You know how they are."

I nodded, looking on both with a little more pity than I had when the madman entered. "Sure."

The African pulled his mad friend up from the floor and said as he was exiting, "Thank you, Miss. Allah will bless you for your kindness."

Another man, much younger, about fifteen or so, left me feeling light-hearted. He explained that he was gay and couldn't get it up for me no matter how boyish I might try to look.

"You just don't have the parts I need, since the receiving is much better than the giving for me," he said with a wink as he patted his arse. I giggled drunkenly. He reminded me of some of the trannies I used to work with in London, and of Dennis Creevey.

He spent the hour fixing my hair and making me laugh at his impersonations of Greyback and his new lieutenants. He told me he had wanted to be on the stage before he was infected, and was from a good wizarding family. It was one he wouldn't name, but one that had produced a large number of Squibs like him in the recent past. That didn't narrow it down near enough for me to guess who his family might be, or how they had angered Voldemort enough that he was Turned. When the time was up, he promised he would ask for me the next time. He left the room, drawing me out with him, and he gave me the most thorough tongue kiss ever. It felt as if he were cataloguing my teeth. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as he pouted, and then affected a puffed up macho air, saying, "Don't be such a girl. I'm the best."

I learnt he died the next week in a fight with the Muggle military. I didn't have tears left for him, so I marked his passing by requesting a stronger dose of Valium from the doctor.

On my days went, and as my speciality seemed to be the rougher sex, my doses of the drugs increased. Those few men that wanted that type of physicality were turned away by the woman running the house when she could. She pitied me and Severus, having lost her mate a year ago in the first of the pushes to Cambridge. There were still those who insisted, usually Greyback's favourites, and I had to endure their beatings and throttlings. Normally, I passed out before they actually raped me. I assumed they did though, because I always woke with their spunk dripping out of my bruised cunt.

Cheri came one night during my shift. She was responsible for keeping those of us too weak, too traumatised, or already mated, from bearing children we did not want. She visited each of us once a week after hours, not during. I was scheduled for a special visit by Greyback's second, the monster who had watched my mother so avidly as Greyback raped her. He had visited me before, and it took me a full week to recover from his kind attentions, so Madam had arranged for a special visit from the doctor. He had drugged me so much that I was barely able to lift my head. I moved sluggishly from my stupour as Cheri pulled to a seated position.

"Your time here is up. Stand up and don't make a noise," she whispered into my ear, thrusting a scrap of paper into my hands,

I struggled to a stand as I clutched at her shoulders. "I can't leave my mum and brothers. What will Severus think if I abandon him? No."

I tried to give the paper back but she stepped away. I stumbled as I felt the familiar pull behind my navel and the world swirled. I did not remember arriving at my new prison, and therefore did not have to fear the unknown.

&*&*&

I dreamt that I was back at home. It was the summer before sixth year and I could hear Mum singing in the kitchen, the sounds of pots and pans clanging in the background an uptempo punctuation to her sometimes in-tune singing. I snuggled under the covers, hoping that Harry would be able to come for Bill and Fleur's wedding. It was going to happen in less than a month.

In the background, I thought I heard the rumble of distant thunder.

I turned away from the sound, and heard Ron's voice coming through the Floo. I hadn't realised that the Muggles that Harry lived with had a connection. Ron sounded down and half pissed. I wondered about that. Surely with all those three had to do, he wouldn't be off getting drunk. That would come later after Harry died when we were in London...

In the way of dreams, Harry suddenly stood by my bed, his glasses glinting white in the early morning light, his male smell stronger than I remembered, more herbal. He sat, and for the first time since my nightmare life began, he held me as sweetly as he had before he died. I cried into his shoulder, trying to tell him what would happen. I beat him with my fists, pounded against his chest with my words, battered him with my anger at his lost youth and our future life. I told him I hated him for what he had left us all to endure. I threw my love for Severus in his face, using the only good thing to come out of the last year as a weapon to wound him, trying to destroy him just as he had destroyed us all. I cried and he let me, and when I finally subsided, he said, "I love you Ginny, but you need to wake up. Severus needs you..."

"I thought you hated him." I whispered to Harry. "Why do you care?"

"He loves you," Harry said as he faded in a haze of frightening green light. I thought I heard him add, "And he makes you happy. That's all I can ask for now."

&*&*&

I smelled his herb and smoke essence before I opened my eyes, felt the familiar, unlovely planes of his face against mine before I dragged my fingers to them, and I loved him before I even knew I felt it. I said, with a voice thick from long, drugged slumber, "Severus."

He stirred, not moving his arm from underneath my shoulders. I saw the dark smudges underneath his eyes, and the charcoal shadow of his beard. He smiled, that sweet shy one that caused my heart to stutter before it beat wildly against the cage of my ribs. I touched his beloved face, running my fingers through his hair, drawing him to me. He was my elixir of life, the hard won oil brought from the long dead Philosopher's Stone, and I drank him as I plundered his mouth.

He entered me, climbing atop my body. It was too intimate for me, too closed in. Rape did that to a person. I fought him, and he shifted his weight from my chest to the bed, pushing my body to the side as he slid his thick cock into me at a different angle. I relaxed as his long fingers stroked my face, my neck, burrowed in my hair. I felt as if I were welcoming him home as he seated himself in me with his long, sure strokes.

I touched his face, memorising the planes, feeling the dampness of his cheeks. "Is this a dream?"

"No, not a dream," he answered, the sound of his words half muffled by the pillow as he stroked my breasts, and pulled my body closer to him. "Ginevra, open your eyes. I want you to see it is me that claims you."

I complied slowly, still feeling the effects of the drugs, even after hours of sleep. The room we occupied seemed dimly familiar, but I could not concentrate as I looked on Severus. His face was serene, almost like one of those saints that I had seen in a book Hermione had on her family's religion. I sighed softly as he moved in me, feeling the completeness that had been lacking since we were Turned. I tried to keep the accusation from my tone as I said, "I've needed you. Where have you been?"

"Shh," he whispered, gathering me closer, engulfing me with his scent, his beloved plain features, and his burning black eyes. "Later, after..."

His words dissolved into soft moans of anticipation that brought me to the brink with him. I twisted in his arms, on his cock, wringing a near scream from him as he came. As he subsided, I kissed his thin lips, so soft and accommodating. I never knew this dark and bitter man could make me feel so at ease with him.

Afterwards, we lay in each others arms, the moisture of our exertions causing us to stick to each other. I didn't mind his spunk coming from between my legs. He didn't make me feel dirty after. With his lips moving drowsily against my temple, he said, "We need to discuss some things, Ginevra."

I waited with dread, the feeling was like a hole in my gut. He smirked. "You look as if I have just issued you detention."

"Are you tired of me?" I asked. "Is that it? I've caused you too much harm and..."

He kissed my mouth, effectively silencing me, and then growled, "Don't be a dunderhead. I have only loved two women in my life. You are the only one who has returned the sentiment, do you truly think I would let you go?"

I sat up suddenly, drawing my knees under my chin, taking the covers with me. Snape hissed and pulled them back. It became a tug of war that we both won as he ended up sprawled on his back with me on top, his flagging cock stirring to life as I wiggled against him. I was giggling, the first time I had felt happy in months. He stroked my skin, his eyes once again kindling, the banked fire in them stirring to life. With that sardonic lift of his eyebrow and the slight sneering tone that I had come to appreciate he asked , "May I proceed now, Miss Weasley?"

I heard voices coming from the other room. I thought I heard Ron's raised in anger. "Where are we, Severus?"

"Malfoy Manor." Severus began stroking my cheeks with his long fingers, exploring my face as if to see if I were real. He put me aside gently and rose to don his trousers before turning to me with his most inscrutable expression. "The Dark Lord has requested our presence a month hence. Lucius and I have cobbled together a plan..."

The shouting grew louder, this time with Mum and Fred joining in. I scrambled under the covers as the door blew open. Snape sneered, "Yes, Mr. Weasley?"

Ron wove unsteadily as he took in my state of undress and Severus' hair, which was askew. He screamed, "This is what you've become, a Death Eater's whore?"

Severus whirled on his heel, his body strung taut like a bow ready to snap forward. He had taken his wand, the one Lucius had provided for him the last time we were in his Manor, and was pointing it with deadly precision at Ron's throat.

From the hallway, Mum cried, "Ronald Bilius Weasley!"

"Do not presume that I will not use this to teach you some manners, boy." Severus' voice cut like a whip.

Ron ignored Snape in favor of glaring at me, his nostrils flaring and his face a deep maroon. "Did you ever love Harry?"

I moved forward, clutching the sheets against my body as I stood. "Ron, I did love him, but Harry's gone."

"Whore," he spat. "How can you say that and fuck this greasy bastard?" He indicated Severus with dismissive wave. "You don't know what he did... What we went through when... He hated Harry. Never gave him a chance." Angry tears spilled down Ron's cheeks and he dashed them away with a hard swipe on his shoulder. "Harry's rolling in his grave right now. Fuckin' hell, Ginny."

I touched Severus' hand and he lowered the wand infinitesimally. He glanced at me and then growled to Ron, "Watch your language, Weasley. You will not get to show further disrespect to my mate."

"Your mate?" Ron blustered. "This is family business, Snape. Fuck off. You aren't anything but a traitor. You played both sides against the middle and now you've caught yourself, like the rat you are, in your own trap."

Fred cleared Mum out of the way and moved to Ron's side, taking his arm. "Ron, don't. You don't know what's been happening."

"I fucking well do," Ron spat, taking a swipe at Fred with his fist. Fred ducked quickly. "Or don't you remember this git looking relieved when Malfoy told Greyback to fuck one of us instead of him? And don't think I didn't see the look on your face when he chose me instead of you, Fred."

Ron swung around to face me again. "So, is Death Eater cock better? Is that why you're a whore for them?"

Suddenly Severus was upon him, his wiry frame matching and besting Ron's more muscular one. I heard several soft thuds and both men's heavy breathing. I tried pulling Severus out of the fray as Fred did the same with Ron. I didn't notice where Mum had gotten to, but I hoped she could get help before one of them were hurt. The two men continued raining blows on each other, the only sound in the hallway besides their laboured breathing, until Lucius Malfoy's cultured voice cut through the mayhem, casting successive Expulsion Charms on both combatants. They landed against opposite walls. I hastened to Severus to blot at his wounds with the sheet that had fallen from my body, as Fred grabbed Ron in a bear hug.

"I expected this type of behaviour from a Weasley," Lucius began. "But, Severus, really. Fisticuffs when you have your wand?"

Severus had a cut on his lip and his eye was swelling where Ron had apparently clipped him with his head. Ron was much worse for wear, with the bridge of his nose pouring blood, his brow split open, and several definite bruises forming on his face. His right ear was reddish purple, and a tuft of his hair, which had been pulled out, had drifted to his shoulder. Ron heaved against Fred's arms, "Fuck you, Malfoy."

A look passed between Ron and Lucius Malfoy, indecipherable to all but them. Severus watched both men closely. A measuring look, one that I had seen on his face many times as his student, passed over his features. His spy look. He was trying to put bits of a puzzle together. I wondered what he would find, and didn't know if I wanted him to tell me.

Lucius' eyes narrowed and his lips pinched in, making him look more like Draco than ever. He quirked his brow and said, "Now that we have the common histrionics out of the way, shall we adjourn to the parlour? We need to discuss our plans for deposing Greyback." His cool gaze flicked to Fred. "Frederick, isn't it? Severus and Miss Olajewan recommend you highly for the Alpha position. I would like your input on making that a possibility."

Lucius sneered at Ron, then spoke to Fred, "When you have a moment?"

Ron pulled out of Fred's arms with a wrench of his shoulders. "Yeah, Malfoy, you just go ahead and play God. Leave me out of it, you lying bastard."

"We all must tell our little falsehoods, Weasley." Lucius swept from the hallway after offering his arm to Mum. She took it, as pureblood etiquette dictated, but not before giving a pointed look to Ron and then at me.

Severus retreated to the room we had shared to dress, and Fred followed Mum and Malfoy.

I gathered the sheet around me toga-style and sat next to Ron on the flagstone floor. He was snuffling into his arm, as he had when he had been caught by Mum or Dad doing something stupid, dangerous, or most usually, both. I leaned against the wall next to him, and asked dryly, "Do you want to talk now, or would you like to scream at me some more?"

He mumbled into his arm and pushed me away half-heartedly.

"Did you know you sounded like Mum, there for a minute?" I asked pushing him back. "I think you even hit one of her Howler high notes."

He snorted and lifted his face, now streaked with tears and blood. He smelled of soured ale and sweat. "M'sorry. I don't know what to think anymore. I wanna die."

I opened my arms to him and he crashed into me, burying his head in my shoulder as sobs shook his body. I ruffled his hair affectionately and kissed it. "I know just how you feel, Ron. We've all been stretched to the limit."

"Yeah, I guess you more than me," was Ron's shamefaced reply. "I don't think you're a whore. You can't help it."

"Thanks, Ron," I said aridly. I knew what he meant, but my brother always had a way with words. "I love him, you know. Severus. He's been... good for me. I don't feel so used up when I'm with him."

"Just greasy, right?" Ron said wryly. I punched his shoulder. His lip lifted in a half smile. "Did you love Harry, or what?"

"Yeah, I did." I picked at the sheet with my nails, rubbing a pill on the cotton. "I always will, just like Severus'll always love Harry's mum. Just because someone dies, doesn't mean we can't love them anymore."

"Yeah." Ron sat up straighter. "D'you think it's the same way if you do something bad to the person you love? Something unforgivable?"

Before I could ask Ron what he meant, Severus came out of the room dressed in his teaching robes, the same ones he had worn during our night here. His face was a disdainful mask as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, but his eyes were soft and spoke so much more. "Mr. Weasley, clean your face and join us when you have recovered. I will heal your wounds after our meeting. Ginevra, Lucius has provided clothing for you in our room. Please join us as soon as possible."

He turned from us, his heels clacking loudly as he left.

"Snape, huh?" Ron lifted his head and watched his retreat as he mopped his face with the cloth. He turned to me, his eyes bloodshot and puffy. "If I ever fall for Bulstrode, just kill me, okay?"



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