Snape's Redemption

Disclaimer: I’m not JK Rowling. If I was, I’d be slightly disturbed at what fanfic writers were doing to my characters.

*Warning: Rape and self mutilation*

Chapter Twenty-One – Judecca

As he felt the last of his brothers shudder and empty himself inside him, Severus Snape opened his eyes in relief. His punishment was now over.

“Rise, my servant,” came the sibilant hiss of the Dark Lord.

Limbs shaking from the various bouts of Crucio he had suffered (“It tightens him up so nicely,” Rodolphus had commented to Lucius as he had pounded himself into Snape’s arse), Severus complied. He controlled his moue of disgust as he felt the semen of his various brothers run down his legs.

“Come to me.”

Severus blindly obeyed.

“You have greatly displeased me, Severus,” the Dark Lord stated almost conversationally.

“My Lord, I …” Severus’ usually melodious voice was rough. Some of his brothers preferred his mouth to other orifices. His naked body shivered involuntarily. He tried to reassure himself it was only due to the cold November night air, not because his master had used his name.

“Do not even attempt to explain yourself, Snape.”

Upon being referred to as Snape, the hated Muggle name, Severus closed his eyes in defeat. It was over. All the defences he had built up over the last six days of torture and rape began to crumble, evidenced only by a glistening in his eyes.

“I broke your spells on Malfoy Manor,” Voldemort continued, watching as Severus flinched. “Rodolphus has been very … helpful in explaining your activities there. However, when we arrived, there was no sign of your occupation or the little Mudblood. There was, however, a trace of young Potter. Would you care to explain that?”

Severus’ eyes widened in shock.

“My Lord, I have no idea what Potter was doing there,” he confessed.

“It matters not,” Voldemort waved a languid hand at the gathering behind the naked wizard. “Rodolphus, I acknowledge your custody of this traitor. He is yours to do with as you please. However, he must remain alive. I need my Horcruxes back from the Mudblood and to do that we need live bait.”

Rodolphus bowed sycophantically as Severus looked at his former master in shock. Abruptly, he began to laugh.

Voldemort flew out his chair and flicked a spell at Severus, whose laughter turned to screams as he collapsed to the ground in agony.

“You find something amusing, traitor?” Voldemort hissed.

“You might as well kill me,” he gasped out. “Miss Granger is not particularly enamoured of me.”

“She is a Gryffindor and she carries your child,” the Dark Lord stated.

“She is not particularly enamoured of this child either,” Severus panted. “My being alive will not aid you in any way.”

With a wordless cry of rage, Voldemort kicked the twitching wizard at his feet. The snap of a bone breaking resounded in the quiet night and seemed to spur on the attack from the furious Dark Lord. Behind their masks, many of the Death Eaters winced at the sound of bones breaking and booted feet slamming into Snape’s unprotected body.

Rodolphus involuntarily let out a whimper of distress as he realised his new toy was systematically being destroyed by his enraged master. However, it was this whimper that seemed to halt the Dark Lord’s attack.

“Oh no, Severus,” he panted out. “You will not be freed that easily. Rodolphus, come and collect your bounty.”

As Voldemort turned to stride back to his throne-like seat, Rodolphus scurried forward, firing different healing spells at the broken wizard. Voldemort abruptly turned back.

“I did not give permission to heal him,” he hissed.

“No, my Lord. Sorry, my Lord,” Lestrange muttered obsequiously. He grabbed Severus by his broken arm and hauled him up to his feet. Voldemort smirked and turned back to his throne.

To find an ugly orange cat sitting there.

With bright red ribbon around its neck.

Which had a small silver paw dangling down from it.

Voldemort’s red eyes widened in surprise, but before he could do anything, the cat had jumped off the seat and run over to Severus Snape, twining itself around his legs. When he reached Rodolphus, Crookshanks hissed and attacked his ankles.

“What is that?” Rodolphus exclaimed, releasing Severus and stepping away from the furious beast which quickly rested itself against Snape’s legs.

“Kill it,” Voldemort ordered just as a snowy white owl swooped down over his head, dropping the package it carried into Severus’ outstretched hand.

As he was Portkeyed away, Severus smiled at the anger and frustration evident in the enraged screaming from the Dark Lord.

*~*~*~*~

Hermione paced around the kitchen of number four Privet Drive, abstractly eating a huge block of cheese and swigging from a pint of milk. Harry watched her with worried eyes, following her movements intently, whilst Ron scoffed down a packet of crisps.

“They should be back by now,” she fretted.

“Naw,” said Ron, spraying out a mouthful of crumbs. “Harry scared them away good. Those Dursleys won’t be back anytime soon.”

“Ron,” hissed Harry. “She’s talking about Hedwig, Crookshanks and Snape.”

“Oh,” Ron grunted, lowering his eyes so no one could see the flash of hate that filled them.

“What if the Portkey doesn’t work?” she continued on. “Maybe it was just a gobstone and now Hedwig and Crookshanks are…”

“Completely fine,” Harry assured her. “And I doubt they were just gobstones, Hermione. I mean, Snape might like his mother’s favourite sport, but I doubt he’d fill all your robes with them if there wasn’t another reason. Besides, that spell you did on them said they were a Portkey.”

“Yes,” she mused. “But it was odd. It wasn’t a proper Portkey, it was …”

“Altered so only you or I could use them, Miss Granger,” a voice behind her explained.

Hermione whirled to see a naked and battered Severus Snape holding Crookshanks in front of his groin by the scruff of his neck.

“Severus,” she breathed, dropping the milk and cheese onto the floor and racing over to him and flinging her arms around him. An angry howl from Crookshanks and a small hiss of pain from her former Professor caused her to step back quickly.

“Upstairs,” she ordered, casting a dubious eye over his injuries. “I think I can heal most of them.”

Turning him around, she protected his dignity from the back, leaving a wide-eyed Harry Potter and a fuming Ron Weasley alone in the kitchen.

*~*~*~*

“What have they done to you?” she whispered as he collapsed on the double bed of Vernon and Petunia Dursley’s.

Crookshanks, being the clever cat he was, had leapt out of the way of the falling wizard and frantically began to clean himself.

“I was lucky,” Snape rasped out. “Fenrir was on another assignment, so I just had the charming company of my fellow, human brothers for the last six days.”

Ignoring her sudden gasp, he sighed, finally relaxing as Hermione started bathing him with various spells. He felt his bones reknitting as the stinging from the various cuts and bruises faded. However, nothing was done about the burning sensation between his buttocks or throat.

“Miss Granger,” he began.

“Hermione,” she corrected as she gently guided a cleansing spell over his inert body.

He ignored her and continued on. “There are other areas that need … soothing,” he admitted.

She turned her head away so he would not see the tears that fell from her eyes.

“Of course,” she croaked out, and waved her wand over him again.

Severus sighed in relief as all pain fled.

“You really are quite remarkable,” he muttered just before he allowed himself to sleep for the first time in nearly a week.

Reaching out, she carefully tucked his greasy hair behind his ears.

“So are you,” she whispered.

Leaving Crookshanks to guard the sleeping wizard, Hermione headed back down to the kitchen. Hearing Ron’s voice raised (again), she paused and shamelessly eavesdropped.

“You can’t let him stay here!”

“Ron, keep your voice down!”

“You can’t! He’ll take the Horcruxes and give them to Voldemort! Or he’ll entrap Hermione again and make her be his … his … you know.”

“Ron, listen to me and listen well. We need Professor Snape. You’ve seen the Order – they’re useless without him.”

“HE KILLED DUMBLEDORE!”

“WHO DO YOU THINK SAW HIM DO IT?”

Hermione winced and moved back from the door, returning to the room where a sleeping Snape lay. Succumbing to her own exhaustion, she undressed and, dressing herself in one of Severus’ nightshirts and magically clothing him in another, she crawled into the bed next to him. She fired a locking charm at their door and, curling herself around his body and resting her head on his chest, closed her eyes and joined him in a healing slumber.

In the corner, Crookshanks began to purr as his mistress was reunited with her mate.

*~*~*~*~

Severus awoke with a mouthful of bushy hair and the desperate need to use the bathroom. Wriggling his way out from under the dead weight that was a Hermione Granger, he alleviated his bladder in the en suite before stripping off his nightshirt and turning to study himself in the mirror.

The fading bruises were still evident on his face and torso, but the cuts had been healed with no scarring. Tracing the lines left from the attack of Buckbeak the night he murdered Dumbledore, Snape sighed.

It was time, he acknowledged, to throw his support completely in with the Order of the Phoenix.

He just wondered how he could give a believable explanation as to why he killed Dumbledore.

Leaving his nightshirt in a crumpled pile on the floor, he wandered back into the bedroom. Standing at the side of the bed, he looked down at the sleeping Hermione. The knowledge that it had been a week since intercourse caused his penis to stir in anticipation. The excuse of the child would be enough to convince her of the necessity, he concluded. He would not need for her to know that he desired the cleansing balm of sinking into her soft, innocent body.

Fully erect, he slipped under the sheets and slowly raised up her sleeping apparel until her breasts were freed for his attention. And attend to them he did. Licking and sucking her nipples until they were fully distended, he then pushed her breasts together until he could bury his nose in her cleavage. He kissed the mounds surrounding him, taking regular forays back out to the nipples, his own arousal rising as he felt the young witch beneath him break out of her slumber.

As soon as her eyes fluttered open, Severus opened her legs and thrust into her, closing his eyes to fully relish her moist muscles clasping him and pulling him in deeply. Grasping one of her legs, he lifted it up over his hip, changing the angle and depth of his thrusts. Hermione’s breathy sigh enticed him to open his eyes and watch her face, screwed up in rising desire. He kept on adjusting his angle until a sudden thrust caused her eyes to flash open and her arms to fly up and grasp his shoulders, nails digging into his newly healed flesh.

“Let go,” he whispered to her. “I want to watch you.”

With his words, her breathing sped up and she whimpered, moving her hips in a desperate attempt to find her release.

“You like me talking, don’t you Miss Granger?” he continued to whisper. “Sometimes I lecture you longer than I should just to see this look on your face. Did you know that, my little know-it-all Gryffindor?”

“No,” she gasped, sentences completely beyond her. “Faster,” she commanded, squeezing her thighs around him to urge him on.

“Oh no, you insufferable girl,” he purred at her, plunging in and out of her in an unvarying pace. “It is not the speed that needs changing. It is you.”

“More,” she pleaded, almost weeping. “Please.”

“Let go,” he encouraged. “Just let yourself fly, Hermione.”

As he sensuously drew out her name, Hermione came apart underneath him. He watched as her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. A high keening sound issued from her throat as she convulsed around him, bringing him to his own completion. As Severus emptied himself into Hermione, her eyes fluttered shut and she drifted back to sleep. He chuckled quietly, bucking a few times as the aftershocks flowed through his body. Rolling off her, he gathered her into his arms, settling her head on his shoulder and stroking her hair.

He had nothing else left anymore, he reflected. Nothing but her and the child she carried.

He resolved that neither of them would be torn from his arms.

As he drifted back into Morpheus’ arms, Severus thought he heard footsteps walking away from their bedroom door. His mind filed that information away for further contemplation before falling back to sleep.

*~*~*~*

Sitting in the darkness of the predawn kitchen, Ron Weasley calmly drew the razor-sharp knife across his left thigh, up near the groin. His eyes were wide and unseeing, his pupils so dilated that there was no other colour evident aside from the whites, which were so bloodshot that they looked red. The clicking on of the central heating caused him to cover his lap and hide the knife under his thigh with an ease that suggested a regularly performed task. When no one appeared, he quickly cleaned up the dagger and returned to Dudley Dursley’s room, where he had been sleeping. Crawling into the bed and turning to the side, he masturbated furiously, spilling himself all over the sheets before falling into a deep sleep, filled with dreams of red eyes and Severus Snape being tortured as he, Ronald Weasley, thrust into every one of Hermione Granger’s orifices.

*~*~*~*


A/N – Yep, back in Dante’s Inferno. This is the lowest level of Hell where traitors to their masters reside – Judas is one of the inhabitants.

Yes, I know Hypnos is the Greek God of sleep (Morpheus one of his three sons and is charge of dreams), but Morpheus sounds more dramatic!

As for Ron (for those who think OOC), having been forced into the background most of his life could give rise to him becoming very nasty and unbalanced. However, I would never think that JKR would do this to him.

Okay, now for some bad news (although good news for me). After three years, I'm finally going to see my family and friends in Australia and I won't be back until the New Year. It is highly unlikely that there will be any updates until after then - I am sorry! I know what it's like following a WIP and there is a hiatus, but be assured THE FIC IS NOT BEING ABANDONED!!!!

So, I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas (or whatever season you celebrate) and a joyous New Year (that you can actually remember).

TTFN

Juliet