Any Means to Achieve His Ends

Chapter Two: The First Lesson


Blanche Runecord left the Slytherin common room, five minutes before nine, as she did not want to be late for her private lesson with Professor Snape. She strode down the long corridor in the dungeon, her school robes whirling behind her. Her heart was pounding with excitement as she was happy to be a part of this secret research.

As she got closer to the door at the end of the corridor, she slowed her pace and caught her breath. She took a deep breath and waited several seconds. She had just raised her fist to knock, when Snape opened the door half-way.

“Just in time Ms. Runecord,” he said in a low voice, with a hint of sarcasm. He motioned at her to come inside. He left hardly any room for her to slip through the door, as he was standing right in the way. She looked up at him, hoping he would move. He did not, so she brushed up against his chest, her head reached the tip of his shoulders.

Snape’s footsteps echoed in the dimly-lit office, right behind her. He continued to walk across the room over to the desk and sat down in his usual chair behind it. There was nothing on the desk, except for a pensieve. Blanche took a step forward but wouldn’t sit down unless Snape told her to, as she was not sure what he wanted her to do.


Snape looked at her scowling a bit, as he thought she was being slow on the uptake. “Sit,” he ordered, pointing for a second at the chair straight in front of him.


Blanche quickly obeyed, sitting low in the chair, with her hands clasped in her lap.


“Now Ms. Runecord, I’m sure you’re aware that I have signed a contract by the ministry to teach you occlumency and legilimency.”


After waiting a few seconds, and Snape did not continue she asked, “Isn’t it supposed to go further than that professor? They want me to learn remote-viewing.”


“Yes, but first, you must learn the elementary skills needed to perform occlumency. Then I shall try to teach you legilimency. I assume you know what these two branches of magic are for?”


“I was told during the interview that occlumency is closing your mind against…an invader. And legilimency is penetrating the mind to look for deceit, right?”


“Correct….but only in essentials,” he said in a calm, mutual voice. “The ministry is hoping to succeed at making you the first to train to see inside the death eater’s headquarters or perhaps even what the dark lord is planning.” Snape just then, was thinking how ironic it was to be teaching her for the ministry, when he was a spy in the secret organization called the order of the phoenix, where it was his task to find out what the dark side may be up to.


“Now…Snape said. “You will not tell anyone, that I am a master occlumens as well as a fairly decent legilimens. Is that clear?”


“Yes, professor,” Blanche, answered complacently.


Snape withdrew his wand in a flash, he had suddenly taken it from the inside pocket of his robes.He held it, his hand on the ebony black desk. “Take out your wand Ms. Runecord.”


“What are we going to be doing?,” she asked, feeling scared from anticipation.


“I will attempt to break into your mind. Use your wand and any magical defense to stop me,” he stated in a simple, soft tone. “Clear your mind and let go of all emotion.”

She wasn’t able to let go of her fear completely, but at least reduce it to primarily reside in her stomach, and not to think what it would feel like to have her mind attacked. “Get ready….one, two, three…legilimens!”


She was forced to watch her first time flying a child’s broomstick, when she was five and had fallen off, a few feet from the ground. Then she was eleven, sitting under the sorting hat. Then she was in Snape’s potions class for the first time, reliving her anxieties of the first lesson, when he burst through the dungeon doors and terrified the class with his speech.


As she was viewing that, Blanche thought legilimency being done on her wasn’t that bad, but she was not cognizant enough to remember to resist it. An image of Snape recently in potions while she and the class were taking a test came to surface. She had been staring at him imagining her fantasies, as she had a secret-crush on him. She was able to avoid thinking about it whenever they interacted, so he never had found out through legilimency.


Suddenly an image came forward, moving like a film-strip, changing into a recurring dream! One she had had as recently as a few nights ago about Snape. She was lieing in a bed, with him on top of her unbuttoning her shirt. Then he was un-zipping his pants and his cock had sprung out!


Snape lifted the spell, with as much force as he could muster and she was launched backwards, out of her chair. She landed on both knees on the hard surface of the floor, too shocked to cry out from pain, as the chair skidded behind her.


Snape rose from his seat and swiftly went to stand over her on the floor. He was completely unnerved by what he had seen. She was still on the floor, staring down, beginning to turn red from embarassment. She didn’t dare look at Snape.


“What was the meaning behind that Ms. Runecord?….I can surmise as much that you fantasize about me,” he was trying his best to keep a level-head.


She couldn’t answer him, she just swallowed hard, wishing she could disapparate away from him. “Well?”


“Y-Yes, I do” Blanche replied in a constrained, voice hardly using her vocal cords.


Snape grabbed her upper-arm and pulled her up to get a look into her eyes, to do legilimency, so he could fully analyze what was going on. But Snape could feel his usual control over his emotions, slipping.


Blanche quickly glanced at his face, and saw that his mouth was in a grim, serious line. She knew he was probably angry. “You didn’t resist any of my intrusion at all. I suppose you enjoy reliving these dreams you have?” He was trying to make her feel guilty, so maybe it would not happen on her next attempt to do occlumency.

“I didn’t enjoy it!” she said defiantly.

“Don’t lie to me. What other fantasies have you had about me?” Snape’s eyes were boring into her. Blanche tried to look away, but his eyes were too dark and captivating for her to do so. Blanche also found it enjoyable to look at Snape, even during an uncomfortable moment.

She refused to answer Snape’s question, but it was not neccesary. Snape saw another random one of a pretend-orgasm. Then an imagined thought where he was kissing her passionately. “I see a thought you have about me kissing you,” he said savagely, “and receiving pleasure. Understand Ms. Runecord, that you will never be receiving any of the sort. You’re to rid your mind of it.”


Snape released his grip on her arm and went back to his seat, Blanche followed suit. She was actually feeling a bit ashamed. “Clear your mind. Empty it…one, two, three legilimens!”


For about two seconds, there really was a wall placed up. But then Snape was able to break through it and he saw an image of both of them completely naked. He was absolutely appalled. He released himself from her mind, and as he did so, Blanche burst forward, her waist colliding with the edge of the desk, pain ensuing in her ribs.

“Another failure to do occlumency….Nearly as pathetic as the last!” Snape’s face was turning white, even paler than usual. He was having virtually no success, and he wanted to be able to earn an Order of Merlin.


“Please, Professor Snape! I’m trying but I can’t-”


“Silence!,” he said in a raspy voice, to end her loud pleas of excuses. “Do you ever have control over these thoughts?”


“YES!” Blanche yelled, scowling at him.

This lack of a polite response caused Snape’s anger to increase a bit more. His dark eyes narrowed, as he looked across at her and said, “Yes, sir.”


“Yes…sir,” she said in a small voice, gulping between the words.


“Take control over them immediately, less I tell the minister to get me somebody else. One more time…Clear your mind. Legilimens!”


He saw a memory of her with her friends at a quidditch match. Then somebody laughing at her because of a hex performed on her in a corridor. In the back of her mind, Snape accessed, an image of her sucking his cock, she seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

“Enough!” He was now on the verge of being enraged. He thought briefly in desperation of finding a way to make her stop thinking these thoughts. He used his first instincts, and waved his wand at her face. “Ow!,” Blanche yelled. A white-hot whip-like something had hit across the cheeks and forehead diagonally. It was like he had slapped her.


“You have a dirty, wasted mind Ms. Runecord. You don’t deserve to be involved with such important research,” he announced sternly, crossing his arm, which folded his robes.


Blanche, who had been looking at him, , looked down, staring at the swirling pensieve. Her mouth trembling, and her eyes beginning to burn.


“This is the end of your involvement in the experiment,” he said with a note of finality.


“But professor!,” she wailed.


“I am warning you Ms. Runecord to leave,” his voice sounding deadly, his face looking murderous, shaking slightly.


“Can’t you find a way to force me to stop? A wizard like you-“ being a Slytherin she was trying to compliment him.


“Get out! Get out of my office…”


She jumped out of her seat and ran towards the door, and left without closing it, but the door slammed closed on it’s own. Snape had done it himself, but she had no time to realize that. She did not stop running until she was safely in the Slytherin common room.


Snape remained at his desk, still looking furious. He slammed his fist down on his desk. He had to find a way to make this girl learn. He had finally thought of something that should definitely make her stop thinking about her fantasies. But first, not without a good taste of revenge on his part, for her having such desires.