The Dark Gryffindor

Sheherazade: I hope you can accept Snape’s actions below for I’m afraid he won’t be a gentlemen in this scene at all. He does like humiliating people, but I promise he will be nice to Valerie later.


Chapter Two: Exercise in the Dark Arts

That evening, after dinner Valerie ran through the corridors of Hogwarts to get to Alecto Carrow’s office. It had already been circulated all around the school how Valerie Powers had stood up to Professor Amycus Carrow earlier, and by now, just about everybody knew.

The door was actually open, several nervous looking miscreants queuing up outside. Undoubtedly they were waiting for their evening’s scheduled detention in the dungeons. Some of them were only first years, shaking in anticipation.

Valerie past them, and boldly entered the so-called Muggle Studies teacher’s room.

Amycus was eating, whilst writing some hasty marks on several essays, she looked up to see the girl of seventeen. ”What are you here about, Powers?” she said aggressively.

“About today! Professor Snape said you want to see the proof that he did indeed punish me.”

“Let me see your marks, then” quipped Alecto, suddenly paying more attention to Valerie than the marks she was giving on the essays.

Alecto stood up to her short, squat height, in which Valerie was a few inches taller than herself. She moved around to the other side of her desk, and then grabbed the girl’s shoulders, turning her around. Valerie hurried to pull her skirt up herself, but Alecto was too quick, she pulled her knickers down, checking her bottom as if she was checking a diapered baby. Then she lifted her shirt up to see her back as well. There were several scars on it from the whippings she had endured from Argus Filch.

Alecto pierced her nails into her skin where six, fresh bright red stripes were evident from Snape’s caning. She dug her nails into the skin. Valerie drew in a sharp breath but would not allow she to show pain. Afraid the woman would not be satisfied, Valerie virulently added, “Snape gave me a very hard beating, professor.”

“…Tomorrow you’ll be sent to the headmaster for your Dark Arts lesson?”

“Yes, professor,” Valerie answered dryly.

“Is Snape going to punish you, again?”

Valerie hesitated, and realizing she was making a mistake in hesitating, she said feigning misery, “…Yes…He is going to use the Cruciatus on me.”

“Good!” Beamed Alecto and she gave Valerie a sick, cheery smile.

“Now go,” she instructed, actually kicking Valerie in the small of her back, and giving a wheezy little giggle.

Valerie went forward, quickly puling up her knickers, and straightening herself, trying to be dignified as fast as possible.

The next day after lunch was Valerie’s last class of the day: The Dark Arts. With a mixture of fear and anxiety she returned to the headmaster’s office. She realized he was a very strict headmaster, and that he might even cane her for being late.

She knocked on the door, and heard the familiar voice sneering to enter. She did so immediately, and upon entering, presented herself confidently before Snape’s desk.

Snape greeted her somehow with reasonable pleasantness, “Good afternoon…”

Before Valerie could return his remark, Snape tapped his wand on a stack of books beside his desk, “These books I gathered from the Restricted Section for your lessons…For today, read up on chapter three of: The Dark Arts: An unconventional Obscenity. You will find it on page 78. Read the chapter, and then I shall instruct you on it’s application…”

“Yes, professor,” Valerie calmly consented, as Snape handed her the largest heaviest book of the three.

She opened it quietly, the book spread over her lap and began to read, sitting in the chair in front of his desk. Snape made sure she did, as was told and then cast his eyes away, going back to his papers. He did not look at her again.

She soon discovered it was not going to take any longer than a half-hour to read the chapter through, even if she did it carefully. As large photographs and drawings, took up most of the pages. The pictures showed witches and wizards with strangely contorted body parts, sporting grisly injuries. All in all, they had varying mixtures of pain and agony strained on their visages. It was gruesome, yet vaguely familiar to Valerie, she knew she had seen them somewhere before. Valerie was fascinated by them, and hoped the headmaster would not detect her secret desire to be subjected to the art.

Finally, she finished, and she slid the book back on the table, staring at her headmaster expectantly. She waited a moment, for him to finish whatever he was doing, her eyes drifting to the framed photo in the corner of his desk.

“Who is that lady in the photograph, professor?” she blurted out impulsively, pointing at it with her index finger.

Snape frowned darkly, his eyes now on it as well, “That is not of your concern, Miss Powers. It is somebody I-…I once knew quite well,” he explained with a hollowness, hiding his sorrow, but then he continued testily, “ Miss Powers, if you continue questioning me about my private affairs I shall punish you again. For that is of no concern to you…Do I make myself plain?”

Valerie sighed, trying to resist her daring to argue with him, and said stubbornly, “YES - sir.”

Valerie gazed steadily into Snape’s eyes, noticing how they were so dark, like tunnels. Snape opened the book and asked casually, “What did you think of the chapter I chose?”

“It was- a-a very interesting chapter to choose, professor.” Valerie candidly commented. Suddenly, she was startled; Snape’s eyes were boring into hers.

“Did you enjoy it? Would you like to be subjected to the same treatment?”

“How did you know that?!,” Valerie yelled, terrified.

“Once again, it’s Legilimency, Miss Powers…”

Valerie tried to control her breathing, but it came out in little gasps like she was hyperventilating.

“The Dark Arts…is something I have always been keen to investigate…Very few other than the Dark Lord and myself, understand its allure. The Dark Arts ability to mutate into an indestructible force of power…” Snape spoke with a lovely caress in his voice. He stood up, carrying the book with him.

‘Look at this picture…” Snape said, and he shoved the book under Valerie’s nose. It showed a witch keeled over in pain, moving into a contorted mass on the ground, and a wizard emerging, dominating her with his wand.

“It-it looks familiar to me…” Valerie commented.

“That is because I had these pictures hanging in my classroom last year,” Snape told her definitively.

“Oh, yes….” breathed Valerie, reminiscing.

“In order to truly grasp this material, Miss Powers, these materials must be demonstrated. Would you mind posing to learn the procedures?”

Valerie hesitated, blushing. She wondered how far the headmaster would make her go. She was scared, but she knew she would be angry with herself if she didn’t do it, as she really was willing to take the risk.

“Umm kind of want it…”

“That is not an answer. Either I have your consent as a young adult, or I do not. Do you want to?” Snape, said, his face, an inch from hers, his hands grasping the arms of the chair she was in.

“With you…” breathed Valerie. “Oh, yes, sir!” she passionately whispered.

“Good…You will soon learn the beauty of the exercise in submission through the Dark Arts…and you will enjoy it immensely….” Snape was speaking with a loving caress again, which was gradually being transmuted into his feelings for Valerie.

She felt his cold hand, take her wrist, and he pulled her up off the chair, taking her to the center of the room.

Snape still held the book in his hands and he instructed, “Begin by spreading yourself on the floor…”

Valerie lowered herself, sitting on the hard, stone floor. “Lay down…” Snape said sternly, and she quickly complied with his order lying on her back.

Her wavy brown hair was flowing out past her ears, and her hard blue eyes stared at Snape in wonder, and there was a glow of happiness in Valerie’s porcelain skin. She really was eager for it.

Suddenly, another voice sounded in the room, and Valerie panicked, sitting up and then lying down again, realizing who it was. It was only Dumbledore’s portrait. He said with the utmost revulsion, “You disgust me… …Is your desire for the Dark Arts paramount with desire for a young woman, now?”

For a second, Snape looked truly guilty, like a boy caught with magazines of the dirty kind under his bed. But then his face twisted and he snarled, without looking at Dumbledore, “She likes it! And she is of age.”

The other portraits were now murmuring amongst each other. “Get out…Leave us alone,” spoke Snape to other former Heads. The other portraits moved out, Dumbledore being the last to allow Snape privacy. Some of them went to other paintings in Hogwarts, and some went to their other portraits in other wizard places.

Snape scrutinized her up and down, and he flipped to another page, “Ah…We’ll start with an easier anatomical position. It is called simply the vaginal stick-spread…”

“Now, firstly raise your legs…”

Valerie did so immediately, “All the way up, Miss Powers…that’s a good girl. No, a little more evenly spread…Good. Now twist your torso around as much as you can…” It was like they were playing the game Twister, and Snape was dictating her actions.

Valerie was squirming, trying to twist herself into the position, yet she could not hold it. Her backside was just too sore from the recent caning, and the whippings. She struggled, continuously forced to alleviate herself through rubbing her sore backside.

“Get up!” Rasped Snape frustrated.

Valerie did so immediately, frightened of him; she nervously clasped her hands behind her back, trying to resist rubbing the soreness away.

“I have an idea…” Snape muttered. He waved his wand on the floor. “There is an invisible cushioning charm there…It will make it much more comfortable for you.”

Valerie nodded, lowering herself back in front of Snape’s feet, murmuring coolly, “Thanks, sir.”

A moment later, Valerie was in the vaginal stick position perfectly. Snape sighed, exasperated, “This is not representative of the concept…In order for it to be done, it must be done right…I must ask you to strip yourself, Miss Powers.”

“Uh…Yes, professor…” and Valerie rolled over in a hurry to reveal herself.

“Stop…” Snape commanded. He looked at her, his lips pressed together his eyes drinking in the sight, “Stay in position…”

So Valerie rolled back into the position. She began by taking off her shoes and socks. Then her stockings. Once she got to her skirt, she spread her legs, to a tight vaginal cavity, revealing it almost shamelessly to the headmaster. It was like she was engaging in foreplay with him, and it very well could be.

‘Yes…that is supposed to be how it looks before we go further,” he commented, peering curiously at her spread opening.

Valerie persisted with the strip tease, unbuttoning her shirt, sweater, and tie, then her sports bra, was thrown over her head.

Snape swept directly in front of her in his sweeping black robes that trailed behind him. “Now for the next phase in accomplishing the position…” Snape murmured.

He took his wand out, and then stuck two of his fingers into her vagina, swishing them around. It was hot, tight, and wet. “Yes, you do like this, Miss Powers…And you’re a virgin.”

He pinched her cleft, and Valerie screamed, “Ouch! That hurt’s sir!”

“This is only the beginning of your pain, Miss Powers. Don’t complain.”

She grimaced, baring and grinding her teeth, as he continued swishing in the warm folds, the masturbation making little squelching noises.

He then, unexpectedly slid his wand through her vagina, murmuring a resonating pitch of a spell. Valerie began to feel her insides flow like a waterfall. She was masturbating more than was humanly possible without magic.

“Oh! Oh! This is good…Oh!” she screamed, getting close to an orgasm. It seemed the spell also effected her arousal.

Snape put his fingers to his lips, and took a taste of the clear liquid, savoring it. Valerie continued to pant with wantonness, pining for her headmaster’s touch. But she had too much pride to beg the headmaster to take her, but soon she might have to. In the darkness of the room, the liquid was literally sparkling as it was magically produced masturbation, and the sparks in it glittered in the dim candle-lit room.

Snape leaned, forward, concentrating with a fascinated interest. He smeared the loads of masturbation artfully around her curves, until Valerie’s porcelain skin was glistening. His long fingers had pasted it onto her hips, under her buttocks, the outline of her face, her boobs, her neck, her arms, legs, everywhere.

Valerie felt like jelly, like she was a desert. Snape commented airily, “You are a dish, Valerie.”

He then licked a little more of the masturbation from his wand, like it was cake batter and his fingers were the tongs of egg beaters. They were finished sealing her into the pose, to make it like she was glued into it. Snape suppressed a moan of longing, he wanted to press her mouth to her opening, and suck, give her a taste of oral sex. But it was not necessary for this lesson, besides there was another desire he possessed…

Snape stood up to his full height of seventy-three inches again, and crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing down into hers. “The Cruciatus is the next ingredient to this particular procedure in the Dark Arts…Do you wish to be wracked by the torture curse?”

“No, sir!” she said adamantly. And then added, beggingly, “Please, don’t!”

“Just one time, Miss Powers.....Please.” Snape had said it with a clear, soft silkiness. It was the penultimate example of his sadistic temperament coming out.

“Fine, I suppose so. I wouldn’t really be allotted a choice, anyway. Would I, professor?” Valerie said defiantly.

“No, you do not decide. I merely wanted to see if you would enjoy pain when someone like I…someone you want to have take you, asks of it….”

Valerie gasped at these words, but before she could say anything, Snape said harshly, a look of hatred and cruelty on his face, “Crucio!”

She screamed in misery, and struggled to remain in her position, by kicking her legs out, towards Snape. Her torso twisted from the discomfort, and before she knew what she was doing, she was rolling on the cushioned charmed section of the floor.

Finally, he relinquished the power of the curse, and Valerie lay prone, her cheek, resting with the side of her face on the floor, quivering uncontrollably.

Snape knelt down again, and smoothed his hands gently over her hair, running his hands down her back. Valerie shivered, trying hard not to cry.

“You did not quite do as the picture requires…You are supposed to remain in position…Since you do not have that level of a pain threshold…we shall try again. This time a new position and I will have to immobilize you for the torture curse. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, headmaster,” Valerie whimpered.

“And…I want you to stop crying this instant, Miss Powers. I want you to be disciplined so that I may control you. I shall not go too far in harming you. Remember, this exercise in the Dark Arts is your lesson, and I shall have to grade your performance for the end of term…”

Snape flipped a page and said dully, “Next…raise your arms up like your lifting yourself…”

“Like this, sir?” Valerie asked respectfully.

“Yes…” he responded as Valerie pulled herself as if doing a push-up.

“With your head down on the floor. Remember, the cushioning charm is there to support it…place your hands towards your ankles…Spread your legs nice and wide…”

“Like this, sir?” Valerie asked again.

“Precisely…Now, that I have a full view of your anus…We may proceed…”

Snape knelt down again, and pressed a hand to the place between her buttocks. He was going to do fisting, when he withdrew his hand, deciding he would stretch it out at a more opportune time, later, when he took her virginity.

“This is still not satisfying the model…You will become much more flexible and immobilized after I do this: Brackium…”

She felt her arms and shoulders turn to jelly. “Brakium…” and then her raised shins spread out, and then Snape had his hands on her pulling her shins, all the way out, so that her feet were resting on the middle of her back. There were no bones in her shins or ankles left to break. And then she felt her boobs, hanging below her, lengthen from the final spell. They stretched so much; Snape was able to wrap them up, over her shoulders, so he could get a view of the erect nipples from behind.

“Ah…Beautiful display,” Snape rigidly commented.

“Crucio!” Said Snape, and Valerie screamed a long drawn out shriek of agony. Yet she could barely move out of the position, she only wobbled the tiniest bit, for her most important bones had disappeared.

Relinquishing the curse, Snape strode closer behind her and as a method of intimidation, rubbed his erect penis under his robes, against her anus. She felt the hardness of it, and then a hand was creeping below, at the folds of her vagina, and again he massaged it.

She felt herself growing with desire, panting like she’d run a race. “Oh! Oh! Just fuck me…Fuck me Headmaster!” she begged.

“How disrespectful…” Snape whispered, and he gave her a playful spank on her already marked up buttocks from when he caned her yesterday.

“Hey! Stop it, Stop it now!” Valerie complained, again speaking impulsively.

Snape’s voice became as hard as steel, “As your headmaster, and new Dark Arts professor it is my duty to correct you. Meaning, I can cane you or spank your bottom, or punish any part of your body, really. Anyway I want to. Whenever I think it necessary. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Valerie whispered finally subdued into submission. “But I’m still of age…and I want you to take my virginity!” she whined like a spoiled brat.

“Now is not the time or place…to ravage you, my dear. I shall give you your first time tomorrow night, when you will look normal again…”

Snape raised his wand and did the nonverbal levicorpus spell. The stretched out, limp frame rose, upside down. The boobs hanging like stringy vines.

Her body sweaty, the masturbation finally drizzling off of her curves, dripping like suds onto the floor. Levitating her, humiliating the girl even further, Snape directed her with his wand up the spiraling short stairwell, and into the headmaster’s bedchamber. Yet Valerie was used to being hung upside in the dungeons, and was not the least bit rattled.

They entered the bedroom Snape was using, and he dropped Valerie onto the very bed Dumbledore had slept in just a few months ago. He wrapped her under the covers, and then moved to the night table. Taking out a bottle of a medicinal potion he had retrieved from Madam Pomfrey today, because he knew he would need it for her. This was all part of his clever little plan, in order to get to bed the girl.

He opened the bottle, and said, “Drink a mouthful of this now, and I’ll give you another in two hours. It’s skele gro, a tonic to regrow your bones…”

Snape pressed the bottle to her lips, and she took a sip, trying to hide the bad taste she experienced. She coughed, and Snape withdrew it. “Good…tomorrow I shall have you, screaming my name…” he sneered like he was laughing suddenly. “Or rather, when we do it, you remember to call me either ‘professor’ ‘sir’ or ‘headmaster’ at all times…” he reminded her with a stern edge in his voice.

“Yes, sir, of course,” Valerie said hastily.

Snape actually bent down over the side of the bed and kissed her full lips briefly, he did not mind that her breath stunk from the potion. “Get some rest…Miss Powers…Valerie,” he suddenly said with odd tenderness.

“Oh, if I could move my arms, I would hug you, sir!” Valerie burst out emotionally.

“Get some rest…and I’ll come into bed later tonight…”

Valerie obediently, shut her eyes, and felt Snape’s weight shift off the bed. It was Friday, right before the Christmas holidays, nobody would notice she was missing.


Note: gosh, I really don’t know how I can come up with all these crazy fantasies…I hope you can see Snape does actually like the girl, and we will see how very different she is from Lily. I actually, think Snape would not do anything like this to Lily, but one of the advantages with Valerie, is that Valerie also loves the Dark Arts.