Memoirs of a Half Blood Prince

Uneasy Alliances

“Clear your mind, Severus. Empty it completely.”

Severus stands facing Albus Dumbledore, wand in hand, dark brows scrunched as he waits for what will come next. He is terrible at Occlumency but determined to improve, to show the headmaster what he is capable of.

“Ligilimens.”

Soon, Dumbledore has entered his mind, is drifting through Snape’s head, through several unpleasant memories and Snape is wincing, clenching teeth against the invasion and trying to force the older wizard out, desperate to do it.

There are brief flashes of Severus cowering before his father, sitting alone in the great hall, barely eating, deeply engrossed in his books, Severus glaring at James Potter during Quidditch. Severus has given up and Dumbledore lifts the spell.

“Do you not wish to continue?” Dumbledore is far from angry; instead he is concerned, and Severus avoids his intense blue eyes.

“I don’t know that I’m cut out for this, Headmaster.” He finally says in a quiet voice. “Perhaps I might better exceed at Potions of Arithmancy.”

Dumbledore smiles beneath his beard of mostly white with remaining streaks of reddish gold.

“I thought you were intent upon learning Occlumency. I know you have a fondness for and curiosity of… certain arts…”

Snape feels his face heat. “It’s…very invasive.”

Dumbledore nods, slowly. “Ahh, yes…but you have improved.”

Snape meets his eyes now, startled by this new revelation. “What? How?”

“I was unable to access certain few of your memories. You were efficiently locking me out at some point, a remarkable feat at your age…however, I did wonder about this one specific item to which you can choose not to discuss with me.”

Severus seems baffled but nods, slowly for Dumbledore to continue.

“You, standing in Malfoy manor.”

Snape feels a violent blush suffuse his features, not only coloring him crimson but also making him burn with heat. For just an instant, he’s at a loss for words.

“I…I was…”

“You have befriended Lucius Malfoy.”

Collecting himself, Severus scowls. “I haven’t befriended him. We simply. I met him. We…I…”

Dumbledore waves a dismissing hand. “It’s fine, Severus. No need to explain anything.”

Severus continues to stare at the floor until Dumbledore finally gives him permission to leave.


The corridor is long and dark; it’s evening and Snape makes his way through the stone halls to Slytherin common room. He is nearly there when he suddenly collides right into the Gryffindor boy, who drops all his books at his feet, and Snape draws his wand immediately.

“Lumos.” He says, wand shaking as the other boy is bathed in a soft white light. He is pale with mussed sandy brown hair and amber eyes that look exhausted. Snape makes a face but doesn’t lower his wand. “Lupin.”

Remus smiles patiently. “Yes, Severus. No need to attack. Just heading to my common room.”

“What are you doing out so late?”

Remus seems paler than normal and hesitates, briefly. “What business is it of yours? You’re not a prefect or a Head boy. You have no jurisdiction here.”

Snape doesn’t reply, so Lupin shakes his head, slowly.

“I’m just going to collect my things and get out of your way.”

“Maybe… I shouldn’t let you.” Severus steps one foot onto Lupin’s book, making the other boy turn yellow eyes up at him in surprise.

“What are you doing?” He says, a tinge of fear in his voice. “Get your foot off my book.”

“Make me.” Snape says, burning for an opportunity to curse him, aching for it.

Lupin is kneeled there, unsure how to proceed. He has always been best at talking his way out of sticky situations, but God, what he wouldn’t give to have Sirius here with him. Or James.

“Listen, whatever you’re thinking, Severus, don’t do it. I know you hate James. If you let me leave, I’ll tell him to leave you alone.”

Snape snorts, an evil sneer on his lips. “Oh really? You think I need you protecting me from him? Well, I don’t.”

“What are you going to do?” Lupin stands, slowly, fear evident in his voice now.

“I haven’t made up my mind, yet.” Snape says, keeping the wand trained on Remus as he cocks his head to look at the books on the floor. “Studying magical creatures, are we? Werewolves? What a stupid subject.”

Remus keeps his gaze evenly on Snape. He’s trembling, now. “I like them.” He says quietly.

Snape makes a face. “Right. Only a prat would like a werewolf. Start walking!”

Remus exhales, unevenly. “Which way?”

“Towards the dungeon.”

Remus obeys, wordlessly. He imagines someone will eventually find them or pass them in the corridor, hopefully a teacher – or better yet, Dumbledore. Then Remus can escape. What an idiot for forgetting his wand in the library. Now he won’t be able to get it until morning.

Finally, Snape stops and forces Lupin against the cold stone wall. He glares into his amber eyes and grins when he feels him tremble.

“You’re nothing, Lupin, not even worth the dirt from whence you came. Sure, I could curse you, in fact, I’d like nothing more than to hurt you, but I don’t operate that way. My methods are far more meticulous, and I don’t feel like healing some internal wound I might give you. I could put you in the infirmary for the rest of the term, but what would it prove? That I’m better than you? We both already know this.”

He forces Lupin down to the floor kicking him hard with the toe of his boot, making the other boy cry out and spit blood.

“Pathetic, Gryffindor.” He murmurs kicking him once more in the ribs. “And if you tell either of your cronies who did this…then I won’t hesitate to come back for you, Lupin, and this time I won’t be merciful.”

With that, Snape stalks away, towards his common room, leaving Lupin there slumped against the wall, clutching himself.


Next morning at breakfast Snape sits in the great hall, scribbling in his book, ignoring his food as the marauders come in, one by one. Snape glances up, sensing their presence as James plays with a golden snitch, Peter Pettigrew trails after him, like a lovesick potato and Remus follows behind, clutching his books to him and keeping his gaze focused forward. Snape grins, mildly pleased with himself until he catches sight of Sirius Black, all elegance and beauty, long dark hair nicely groomed, robes immaculate. He approaches Snape directly and seats himself across from the Slytherin, gaining stares of curiosity as he takes a soft roll off Snape’s plate.

“Wow. These are fresh.” He says, taking a bite out of it. Snape watches him chew, hand already clutched around the wand inside his robes – but Sirius wouldn’t be stupid enough to do something here, would he? Not in front of all these teachers and Dumbledore.

When Sirius has finished his mouthful, he sighs contentedly and leans across the table to address Snape.

“He didn’t tell me who attacked him, but I have my suspicions, Snivellus, and you know I would just love a reason, any reason at all, to curse you to hell. Right?” Snape doesn’t reply, so Sirius continues. “He’s my best friend, and he tells me everything. Eventually this will come out, and you’d better pray to your demon God that it wasn’t you, you greasy git. Because I will find you.” Replacing the roll on Snape’s plate, he grins, white teeth flashing. “Are we clear?”

Snape doesn’t reply as Sirius gets up and goes back to join his friends. He removes his hand from his wand and continues scribbling in his Potions book as if nothing has ever happened, even though his scrawl is somewhat messier now with his slightly trembling hand.


It’s much later, evening in fact, as Severus sits on his bed writing an owl to Lucius.


Greetings Lucius,

Forgive me for the lateness of my reply. Yes, I would like to join you for Christmas holiday. I won’t bother asking my parents. I’ll just apparate to the manor and wait outside. I don’t wish to be a problem for you. I know your parents aren’t exactly accepting of me. This is understandable. I come across as… well…I’m not like you.

As for your other question, yes, I would also like to meet your friend. What did you say his organization does again? Rape, pillage and torture? Sounds intriguing. We can talk more about this in person. Till then, goodbye.

Severus Snape

One week before Christmas Holiday, Severus finds himself in front of Dumbledore again, only this time for disciplinary action. The Headmaster is wearing a frown and prattling around his office in silence as Severus sits in a chair opposite his desk, waiting.

“Severus, I don’t like having you here in this capacity. I enjoy our social visits together and so you can understand how this puts a damper on those memories.” Dumbledore’s voice is soothing and calm, even when he’s being stern, Snape notes. He stares down at the legs of the Headmaster’s desk.

“Furthermore, I must ask that you be up front and honest with me about my next inquiry.” He pauses, as if considering. “Do you wish for me to stop treating you as friend and instead treat you as if you were just another student in this school, no less caring on my part, obviously, but rather a bit more distance.”

Snape glances up, feeling a tugging in his heart and in his stomach. “I wouldn’t wish that, Headmaster.”

Dumbledore nods, slowly. “Yes, I didn’t expect as much.” He regards the boy before him, sallow, sickly, black hair hanging limp about his face, black watery eyes. “Then, is there anything you wish to tell me?”

Snape averts his eyes quickly. “No. Nothing, Headmaster.”

“Why did you attack Remus Lupin? Because he is a Gryffindor?”

Severus shakes his head. “No, sir.”

“Were you afraid of him?”

Severus shakes his head. “No, sir. I…Sirius Black…he…”

“I see.” Dumbledore replies. “You were attacking the weakest link.”

Severus feels his face flush with color. “He was alone. He looks at me as if he’s patronizing me, as if he thinks he’s better.”

Dumbledore nods. “Remus Lupin is a good boy. He stands apart from the rest. He has a friendly demeanor about him, and he rarely gets into trouble. I think the two of you will overcome this and become good mates one day, perhaps. Or at the very least, I predict you will take good care of him, somehow, watch over him in a way you least expect.”

The thought makes Severus feel nauseous.

“I will keep this punishment off the books, unofficial, Severus, but when you return from Christmas Holiday, your will assist Remus Lupin with his Potions homework for the duration of the term, since he is not doing very well, and you seem to excel well beyond your years…”

“But sir…” Severus starts to protest. “…isn’t there anything else I might do?”

“The punishment has been set.” Dumbledore says in a quietly commanding tone before he comes around to face Snape. Reaching for him, he is suddenly giving him a brisk hug. “If I don’t see you before you leave, do enjoy your holiday, Severus…”


A week later, Snape is Apparating in front of Malfoy Manor and Lucius is there to greet him, wearing a Santa hat and matching red velvet robe and drinking from a martini glass. Severus can’t help but to grin, beneath his hair. The wind is blowing white fluffy flakes around him, chilling him to the bone, but he likes the cold, prefers it above all else. Lucius comes close and takes him in a romantic embrace.

“My parents are gone for the month, and I have accelerated polyjuice potion. Very expensive.” He whispers against the shell of the boy’s ear. “Takes only one hour to brew and it is said to work miracles on ones sex-life.”

Severus feels his knees weaken at the prospect and lets himself be led into the mansion by a giddy Lucius Malfoy.

Not thirty minutes later, Severus is breathing hard, naked on his back, chest heaving as Lucius rides his cock slowly.

“Are you thinking, Severus?” He says in a breathy voice as he moves up and down, driving Severus insane.

The boy can only nod, hands clutching the pearly white globes of Lucius’ ass as they fuck against the cream comforter. He’s supposed to be thinking of who he might want Lucius to become when they fuck again, but Severus is at a loss, his cock enveloped in such tight sweet heat. He’s getting close again, but Lucius never lets him come until the last possible moment, right before he sees stars behind his eyes.

“I have everyone’s hair.” Lucius says, sinking down on Snape’s pole again. “Simply everyone’s. My mother, father, Narcissa’s, of course, but who wants to fuck her, right? Oh, God, your cock is gold, Severus, so hard right now…”

The words make Severus moan, and Lucius chuckles wearily as he starts to hump faster now.

“I also have some Hogwarts hair. Professor Binns, McGonnagall, Slughorn, Flitwick….Oh, God, Severus, I’m going to come so hard….Dumbledore….”

Snape shudders when Lucius says it and he starts to come, shooting loads into the man above him as Lucius comes also, leaning back, his long pale body covered in a fine velvety sheen of sweat. Sticky white cum spurting onto Snape’s belly and chest.

Finally, Lucius collapses on top of Severus and tangles his fingers in wet black hair. Severus wraps his arms around Lucius, already feeling himself starting to get hard again, just from the closeness.

“I think I have someone – and I have their hair also.” Severus says, picturing the face in his mind, thinking how lovely it’d be to fuck him. “I’ll brew it.”

Lucius, still catching his breath, watches with a sly grin on his face as Severus springs up out of bed.
“Wow, to be that young again.” His silver eyes rove over Snape’s naked form, the long yellowish pale body, lean and hard, the half-hard cock surrounded by ebony hair. Snape pulls his hair away from his face and knots it at the nape of his neck while Lucius watches him, curiosity on his face.

“Where’s the blasted cauldron?” Snape is looking around, distractedly.

“There…” Lucius points lazily. “…in the corner.”

Snape gets it and gets to work, mixing the ingredients, dropping in the hair he produces from inside his robe and then setting it on a low flame and coming back to join Lucius in the bed. Even while Lucius starts to play with his cock and fondle his balls, Severus watches the flame, the light shining against his onyx eyes. Eventually, he moves Lucius’ hand away and gets down between those pale white thighs, taking Lucius’ cock between his lips and suckling it gently, making Lucius moan and thrust up into his mouth. The older man is half reclined, resting on his elbows, watching the dark head move slowly up and down on his shaft. Lucius is biting his lip and moving his hips, fucking Snape’s mouth in a relaxed pace as the boy rests a hand on his thigh, caressing it.

“You’re getting better at this…” Lucius chokes out. “…thought you were….just going to stare at that cauldron for an hour…”

At mention of the cauldron, Snape lets Lucius’ cock slide from between his lips and turns to glance at the brewing concoction.

“Not much longer,” He whispers as Lucius starts to turn red.

“Yes, Snape, one task at a time, Dear…” This is said between clenched teeth. He pushes Snape’s head down into his lap again and gasps when Snape’s teeth graze the underside. Then Snape is sucking him harder, deeper, as Lucius starts to thrust up rougher, the head of his prick bumping the back of Snape’s throat.

“Oh God, Oh Merlin, Oh Fuck I’m gonna come, Snape….Oh God, Snape…I’m gonna come…”

He holds Snape’s head down on his lap as he comes hard, shuddering and emptying himself down Snape’s throat, only letting him up when he has completely drained himself.

“That’s a good boy.” He whispers as Snape glares at him and moves in for a kiss, thereby depositing his own cum on his tongue. Lucius makes a face but swallows gratefully. “Lovely. Now check on your pot, but be glad I’m not the jealous type…it’s all you’ve been concerned about; I could see it in your eyes…”

Snape gets out of bed, wiping his mouth and checking the potion. “It’s finished.” He whispers, his cock almost fully hard now. “The right consistency and the perfect scent. Exactly like pond sludge.” He turns his gaze on Lucius. “You’re drinking this.” He says in a soft but commanding tone as he deposits it into a goblet and Lucius grins.

“Right. Well then, bring it on, my little Lord of Potions…”

Snape approaches, slowly, as if he is carrying a Holy Grail. He doesn’t let Lucius hold the goblet, instead, he puts it against his mouth and turns it up, letting Lucius drink it. The older wizard is wincing at the awful taste but otherwise clenching shut his eyes and drinking it down like an old pro. Snape’s eyes are wide as he watches with growing excitement – and then Lucius pushes the goblet away.

“Oh! I can’t drink another drop. This stuff is horrible…”

Snape puts down the goblet and watches Lucius closely. “Do you feel anything yet?”

Lucius stands and wipes his mouth, glaring at Snape. “Besides revulsion? No…I…” And then suddenly, he starts to change, shrinking a bit, pale hair turning slowly darker, almost to black, eyes darkening a bit, face changing. The naked Lucius, slowly becomes the even younger but just as naked Sirius Black. His handsome face is scowling, his delicate features seem confused, and Snape feels his heart bang a cadence in his chest. He has to remind himself not to get his wand. Lucius starts to move about the room, trying out the new body.

“Interesting,” He says. “A classmate?”

Snape nods, at a loss for words.

Lucius gets to a mirror, examining himself. “Wow. A cutie pie. I think I know him…does he have a sister? Who is this?”

“Sirius Black.” Snape murmurs, checking out the ass on his arch rival, checking out the nice long cock. “Come here.”

Sirius Black turns to face Snape and approaches, standing just an inch or so taller than Snape. “You going to fuck the shit out of me?”

Snape nods, slowly. “Yes.”

Sirius Black grins. “Well then, get on with it.”

Snape tentatively reaches for him, touching his face, dragging a finger across his lips, up his jaw line, down the bridge of his nose, across his brow – and then he rears back and slaps the living shit out of his face. Sirius has a startled look on his face before his bow shaped lips curve upward slightly into a grin. Good. Lucius intends to go along with this.

In another instant, Snape has tossed Sirius Black against the bed, stomach down and is straddling his ass. His uses his nails to drag up and down the nice muscular back, along the slim waist. He plants kisses along the spine and then slides a finger into his ass, gyrating it a bit until the body under him is squirming.

“What do you want, you Gryffindor prat? Tell me what you want me to do!”

“Fuck me, Severus…fuck me till I die! Do it…now…”

In another instant, Snape is shoving his hard prick into Sirius Black’s ass, all the way to the hilt and Sirius Black is screaming, burying his face in the pillow. Good, Snape thinks, eyes rolling back. Good for him! Let him hurt, let it burn!

Snape is shoving his cock in deep, hard thrusts whilst holding Sirius Black down, face into the pillow, making it difficult for him to breathe. \"You want me to rape you! You need it, you fucking disgusting piece of shite!”

“Oh God…Snape…please…please, Snape….I can’t….”

Snape is making the bed quake beneath them, driving his cock so hard into the other wizard he’s coming unhinged, beside himself with pleasure, his own cock chafing from such hard thrusting and from being unaccustomed to being inside Sirius.

Then suddenly, Snape is pulling completely out, yanking Sirius off the bed and slamming him against the wall. When he gets behind him, he tangles his fingers in the other boy’s soft dark hair and yanks his head back as he shoves his cock in again, making Lucius whimper.

“Severus….fucking yes! Yes! Fucking rape me, you sick little fuck! Do it, harder!”

Snape obliges, slamming his pelvis forward and back, time and time again, fucking Sirius Black into the wall, bruising Lucius and making him cry out, rattling the walls and knocking down a portrait. He continues to fuck him, his hands clenching hard onto the other’s soft hips and forcing him to meet each frantic thrust.

Then, finally, Severus forces him to the floor and drops to his knees behind him. He wraps one hand around Sirius Black’s throat, wanting nothing more than to choke him to death, the other around his long cock. And then he slams his cock in again, closing his hand harder around the throat with each hard thrust forward, and Lucius sinks to the floor. Snape is still choking and still fucking until he is crushing him hard, shoving his cock to the hilt one final time before screaming his release. His body is trembling, both hands now on his neck, squeezing, until dark hair starts to transform slowly back to white. Lucius’ pale skin tone returns and he is completely changed back before Snape releases him.

When he gets off of Lucius, he notices the older wizard, still clutching his throat and gasping for breath. He also notices the bruises all over his thin white body, the scratches. He stumbles over to his vanity and pops a pill and drinks from a flask before addressing a sheepish looking Snape.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? What were you playing at?”

Snape doesn’t answer.

“Were you trying to kill me?” Lucius asks, throwing on his robe, walking carefully because of the pain shooting all through him. “I may have to check into Saint stupid fucking Mungos because of this.”

“I’m sorry.” Snape says, sincerely. “I don’t know what got into me.”

Lucius eyes him carefully before shutting his eyes, as if for strength. “Get dressed. We’re having a guest, and I want you to look presentable. Not like a war torn little miff.”

Snape hesitates, then obeys wordlessly, spelling himself clean and dressing in silence. He’d gotten carried away. He’d almost blown the only real friendship he’d ever had. He’ll have to keep himself in check in future. Definitely. No more violent fantasies.

Downstairs, Lucius is pouring Elf wine and putting on some music. Snape comes down feeling exhausted and not thrilled about meeting anyone, especially at such a late hour. He wants to inquire as to who it might be, but he doesn’t wish to push his luck any further.

Lucius thrusts a goblet of wine into his hand and stalks away towards the window to have a gander out.

Snape takes a sip and regards Lucius’ back. “I’m sorry, Lucius.” He says again, softly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just…I got carried away.”

Lucius doesn’t turn, but replies softly. “It’s fine, Snape. I’m fine.” Then, in another breath, he turns to Snape, a bright gleam in his eyes. “He’s here!”

Snape swallows, suddenly frightened for some odd reason. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end, and he feels weird, like maybe he should run away or prepare to fight. He has to fight the impulse to hide when red light appears on the door step, pouring underneath the door and the room gets chilly. Snape can see his breath and tries to keep his breathing under control when the door opens itself and the hooded figure comes into the room. Lucius goes to the figure and bows low, and the figure rests a thin-gloved hand over his platinum hand.

“My Lord.” Lucius says, softly.

Snape isn’t sure what to do so he stands and averts his eyes, his feet backing slowly away, instinctively.

“This is the boy.” Lucius says, kneeling before the figure. “The one I told you about. He has talent beyond his years – and no affiliations of which I am aware.”

Snape wonders about Lucius’ words as the figure approaches, and Snape tries hard to see beneath the black hood before he decides it might be best not to see.

“No need to be afraid, my child.” The voice is like nothing Snape has ever heard, darker than even his father’s voice, and chilly and evil, cutting straight to the heart of him. “Let me look into your eyes, boy.”

Severus raises his face and feels a chilly probing, the deep feel of someone sweeping through his thoughts. Oh God, this…creature? Is an Occlumens. Snape feels violated and tries, in vain, to block some of his thoughts, but its no use.

“Severus…” The hooded figure withdraws from Snape’s mind and seems to be wearing a grin when it speaks. “…you and I have so much in common, it’s almost frightening…but rather enlightening. Yes, I can definitely use you…”

Snape feels cold and his eyes are brimming with water. He has the distinct impression of someone whose life is about to change forever. He can only manage to croak out a single broken sentence.

“Who …are you, sir?”

The hooded figure cackles, startling Snape as Lucius snickers in the background.

“Who am I, you ask? Why, I am Lord Voldemort, future ruler of the entire magical world!” He then raises his arms ominously high above his head and Snape falls at his feet, bowing, but actually he is crouched in a fetal position, wishing he had never set foot in this house…


TBC...