Obsession and Possession

Chapter Two: Lies

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Severus awoke to the most glorious feeling in the world. Lily Evans, the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts, was laying next to him. She was sound asleep, and he knew that she would be out for a little while longer. The potion he had given her would see to that. He stretched and looked over at his angel, while contemplating his next move. Originally, he had planned to obliviate the memory and go on with his life. However, now that he had stolen her innocence and experienced the closest thing to paradise on earth, there was no way he could do that. He wasn’t strong enough for it. He needed to keep her, and he wanted her to remember who she belonged to. He would have to keep her here. There was no other alternative. His greasy hair fell over his eyes and he moved it away to get a better look at the love of his life. She was stunning, and she looked so perfect in sleep. Her red hair was wavy and slightly messy. Her porcelain skin stood out against the black mattress he had chosen. Her full red lips were pouty and delicious. Her beautiful almond shaped green eyes were entrancing, and although he couldn’t see them at this moment, her lashes formed a crescent that accentuated her beautiful features. His left hand reached over to softly stroke her eyelids, and he noticed the difference between their skin tones. His skin was just as pale as hers, but it was sallow and dull looking. Hers was rosy pink and supple. As he continued to study Lily, he realized that it must be time for class. He had double potions first, and so did Lily. Well, if she was to stay here, then he would have to make an excuse. Thinking quickly, he conjured a parchment and quill. He scribbled a note and then used a disillusionment charm to disguise his writing. Addressed to Dumbledore, he sent the letter using his personal owl to the school owlery and let it deliver it to the headmaster. It read simply:

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To Whom it May Concern at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:

Our daughter, Lily Evans, is currently a seventh year Gryffindor there. Unfortunately, her grandmother is deathly ill at the moment, and she must come home immediately. We have already informed our daughter of the development and she has left this morning. We apologize for the secretive departure, but it was necessary. We do not have an idea as to when she may return, but hopefully it will be soon.

Sincerely,

Paul and Hyacinth Evans

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Snape noted with pride that the idea was simple but ingenious. He quickly clothed himself and took one last look at Lily before pocketing both their wands and heading to class. Dumbledore would be rightly suspicious, but there was no way Snape would be suspected in all of this. He was simply the antisocial potions loser. Severus sealed and cast another concealing charm on the dungeon door and prepared to spend a day looking forward to his erotic night. She would learn to love and respect him, and Potter would never be the wiser. Once she was completely devoted to Severus Snape, he would allow her to roam free. At that point, hopefully, she would be pregnant and ready to be married. It would be perfect, and Severus couldn’t wait. If his sallow face was visible to anyone at the moment before he walked into double potions, they would see the jaw-dropping scene of Severus Snape smiling. Albeit a very sickening one...

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Lily woke up with her head in a vise. She felt like a troll had taken a cauldron and repeatedly struck her with it. Disoriented, she lay still for a few minutes before noticing her surroundings. Immediately, she sat up quickly (making her quite dizzy) and began to panic. Her memories were fragmented, much like a muggle tape that would skip. She could remember bits and pieces of last night, but she was certain there was more. Trying desperately to remember, Lily lay back down (also to give her head a rest) and concentrated. There was a formal dance, and she had been dancing with Severus – Why wasn’t she dancing with James? – before she drank something. Of course, she had suspected some kind of potion from the moment she woke up. It was obviously a dark brew, and there was only one person who knew enough about potions and dark magic to produce such a drug. Severus Snape. Her best friend, or ex-best friend. What would he possibly want with her, laying on a mattress in a deserted dungeon? The brilliant mind of the young Gryffindor finally reappeared after a surprisingly long amount of time on vacation. She once again sat up quickly, but stood all the way up now. She stumbled a bit, but caught herself on the rough stone of the wall. There was a strange ache between her legs, and she knew exactly what it was now. She needed to find a way out, and she needed to tell someone before Severus did this to her again, or worse... someone else. Taking a scan of her surroundings, she leaned over slowly to pull a sheet around her like a towel. Even being starkers by herself was uncomfortable now. She wasn’t the same Lily Evans. No matter how long she had waited for her wedding night to the right man (who she had recently begun to hope would be James Potter), her virtue was stolen by a sad boy she considered her closest friend. What had she done? Had she led him on in some way? NO! There was no way this was her fault... Severus was a sick and twisted product of his abusive upbringing, and he must have snapped. There was no other explanation for it. He was good, deep inside... at least, she had always told herself that. His actions couldn’t be excused, but there had to be a reason. However, there would be plenty of time to contemplate the causes later... now, she had to escape. There seemed to be no door, window or crack. Stones surrounded her on every side, making it seem all the more like a horrible prison. She hadn’t mastered wandless magic yet, and there was no sign of her willow one anywhere. The only objects she could find, in fact, were the mattress, sheet and a pile of what looked to be her formal dress and undergarments. Resigned to the fact that she would have to think of a way out when she actually saw the rapist, she went over and found what remained of her previous night’s outfit. The cloth was ripped cruelly, but her panties were salvageable, and she could pull the dress around to cover any other unmentionables. Running her fingers through her hair, she waited for Snape to come back. Damn him for being so intelligent! If it had been anyone besides him, James, Sirius or Remus, she would have been able to break through the defenses, but no... wait! James! Surely he would be looking for her, and Professor Dumbledore would be as well. She would be rescued if she couldn’t get away first, although she wasn’t going to wait around. Severus would not get away with this, no matter how tormented his soul was...

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Author's Note: I forgot that I had already written a second chapter...lol. Although this was shorter than I'd like it to be. Please review!

Love and Mickey Mouse,
~Christa McGinn*