Daughter Of Lycaon
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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3,013
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10
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Currently Reading:
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Caged
Chapter 3: Caged
“The beast in me is caged by frail and fragile bars.”
-Johnny Cash
Severus appeared in Malfoy’s study and was shocked to see Voldemort sitting in a black leather armchair facing the fire. For a second he froze saying nothing, and the Dark Lord stood, turning to face Severus.
“Ah, just the man I wished to see.” Voldemort smiled, a sight that would have made a lesser man cringe.
“Me, my Lord?” Severus was hard-put to hide his shock. He had been sure that Voldemort was going to punish him for not being down in the basement, joining in the ‘festivities’.
“Yes, Severus. I am in need of Wolfsbane Potion.”
Wolfsbane Potion? Severus quickly covered both his confusion and curiosity. “Of course, my Lord, I have some in my labs if you wish me to fetch it.” He gave a quick bow at the neck.
“Excellent. But I will need it continuously brewed every month until I say otherwise. Understood?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“You may leave now, if you wish. Most of the fun has already been had. The Mudblood is probably begging for death by now.” Voldemort laughed, a nasty sound like swallowing broken glass. “But she will live another day.”
“Have you found a favorite, my Lord?” Severus asked cautiously. No Muggle-born had left a Revel alive since his memory.
“A filthy Mudblood as my favorite? No, Severus. But she will be very useful in my upcoming plans. Now go. I expect the potion in my hands tomorrow night.”
“Of course, my Lord.”
With those words, Severus Apparated back to Grimmauld Place, and sat down in a chair, very confused. What would Voldemort with a Muggle-born? The only one who would be useful to him would be…
Severus suddenly felt very ill. Miss Granger had gone missing before he had left for the Dark Revel. And Voldemort had mentioned a Muggle-born down in the dungeons. Dear gods, he had left her to those animals.
But the Dark Lord had said she’d live another day. Why would Voldemort have Miss Granger in his grip and then let her live? He supposed that she would be a hostage, but how did he manage to take her from the manor?
He couldn’t tell Albus or the others. There was the smallest chance it wasn’t Miss Granger, and if the rest of the Light found out, they’d go on a suicidal rescue mission and destroy whatever chance they had of defeating Voldemort.
Damn it all! He took off his mask and angrily tossed it across the room, shattering it into a thousand pieces.
*****
Hermione had never felt so much pain in her life. She lay, bruised and violated, in the silver circle, covered in blood and twitching periodically with agony. Her left arm had been broken and now hung at an excruciating angle. They had raped her, taken her everywhere, forced her to do…
But now they were backing away, and she wanted to scream at them to kill her. But her throat closed up when she saw Voldemort appear once again, this time without his precious black serpent. He looked down at the broken girl, and smiled.
“As you can see, Miss Granger, I have you at my complete mercy. I will be generous tonight and let you scamper home to your friends. But I am afraid that I will need something in return.”
Hermione lightly massaged her bruised jaw before hissing, “And what would that be?”
“You see, I am in need of a bodyguard and a spy. Someone with skills in both magic and stealth. And someone with a secret.” Hermione froze as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall in.
“And I very much doubt you will be willing to do such a thing, so I have come up with a solution to both of our problems.” The Dark Lord pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hermione, his smile widening to a grin. “Lupus Carcer*.”
A bolt of silver light struck Hermione in the chest and she writhed in pain. But suddenly the rage and animal instinct before faded and she gasped in shock. “W-what have you done to me?”
“It’s a Geas, Miss Granger. A rather permanent binding. The wolf inside you is now imprisoned in my wand, meaning I can force you to shift any time I please. But for your benefit, you no longer will shift at the full moon.”
“Here is the deal, Miss Granger. You will become one of my Death Eaters, and spy on your little friends to me. If you do not, I will simply keep you as a hostage until the famous Harry Potter decides to foolishly come and rescue you. My servants and I will take much pleasure in killing him after so long.”
“If you do accept my offer, this Geas will keep you from betraying me. If you speak, or in any way communicate what you have seen and heard to anyone but my Death Eaters, your beast will be forced back into you, and you will transform, killing whatever innocent soul you blab to.”
Hermione couldn’t keep her jaw from dropping in pure shock. She was hopelessly cornered. There had to be some way she could tell Harry and the rest of the Light about this. When nothing came to mind, she did the only thing she could and said,
“My Lord, I accept your offer.”
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Weee, another chapter done with. The plot bunnies are multiplying. And yes Hermione is really going through with this, no last minute escapes or anything. Please review and tell me what you think!
*Rough Translation: Prison/Cage of the Wolf
“The beast in me is caged by frail and fragile bars.”
-Johnny Cash
Severus appeared in Malfoy’s study and was shocked to see Voldemort sitting in a black leather armchair facing the fire. For a second he froze saying nothing, and the Dark Lord stood, turning to face Severus.
“Ah, just the man I wished to see.” Voldemort smiled, a sight that would have made a lesser man cringe.
“Me, my Lord?” Severus was hard-put to hide his shock. He had been sure that Voldemort was going to punish him for not being down in the basement, joining in the ‘festivities’.
“Yes, Severus. I am in need of Wolfsbane Potion.”
Wolfsbane Potion? Severus quickly covered both his confusion and curiosity. “Of course, my Lord, I have some in my labs if you wish me to fetch it.” He gave a quick bow at the neck.
“Excellent. But I will need it continuously brewed every month until I say otherwise. Understood?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“You may leave now, if you wish. Most of the fun has already been had. The Mudblood is probably begging for death by now.” Voldemort laughed, a nasty sound like swallowing broken glass. “But she will live another day.”
“Have you found a favorite, my Lord?” Severus asked cautiously. No Muggle-born had left a Revel alive since his memory.
“A filthy Mudblood as my favorite? No, Severus. But she will be very useful in my upcoming plans. Now go. I expect the potion in my hands tomorrow night.”
“Of course, my Lord.”
With those words, Severus Apparated back to Grimmauld Place, and sat down in a chair, very confused. What would Voldemort with a Muggle-born? The only one who would be useful to him would be…
Severus suddenly felt very ill. Miss Granger had gone missing before he had left for the Dark Revel. And Voldemort had mentioned a Muggle-born down in the dungeons. Dear gods, he had left her to those animals.
But the Dark Lord had said she’d live another day. Why would Voldemort have Miss Granger in his grip and then let her live? He supposed that she would be a hostage, but how did he manage to take her from the manor?
He couldn’t tell Albus or the others. There was the smallest chance it wasn’t Miss Granger, and if the rest of the Light found out, they’d go on a suicidal rescue mission and destroy whatever chance they had of defeating Voldemort.
Damn it all! He took off his mask and angrily tossed it across the room, shattering it into a thousand pieces.
*****
Hermione had never felt so much pain in her life. She lay, bruised and violated, in the silver circle, covered in blood and twitching periodically with agony. Her left arm had been broken and now hung at an excruciating angle. They had raped her, taken her everywhere, forced her to do…
But now they were backing away, and she wanted to scream at them to kill her. But her throat closed up when she saw Voldemort appear once again, this time without his precious black serpent. He looked down at the broken girl, and smiled.
“As you can see, Miss Granger, I have you at my complete mercy. I will be generous tonight and let you scamper home to your friends. But I am afraid that I will need something in return.”
Hermione lightly massaged her bruised jaw before hissing, “And what would that be?”
“You see, I am in need of a bodyguard and a spy. Someone with skills in both magic and stealth. And someone with a secret.” Hermione froze as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall in.
“And I very much doubt you will be willing to do such a thing, so I have come up with a solution to both of our problems.” The Dark Lord pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hermione, his smile widening to a grin. “Lupus Carcer*.”
A bolt of silver light struck Hermione in the chest and she writhed in pain. But suddenly the rage and animal instinct before faded and she gasped in shock. “W-what have you done to me?”
“It’s a Geas, Miss Granger. A rather permanent binding. The wolf inside you is now imprisoned in my wand, meaning I can force you to shift any time I please. But for your benefit, you no longer will shift at the full moon.”
“Here is the deal, Miss Granger. You will become one of my Death Eaters, and spy on your little friends to me. If you do not, I will simply keep you as a hostage until the famous Harry Potter decides to foolishly come and rescue you. My servants and I will take much pleasure in killing him after so long.”
“If you do accept my offer, this Geas will keep you from betraying me. If you speak, or in any way communicate what you have seen and heard to anyone but my Death Eaters, your beast will be forced back into you, and you will transform, killing whatever innocent soul you blab to.”
Hermione couldn’t keep her jaw from dropping in pure shock. She was hopelessly cornered. There had to be some way she could tell Harry and the rest of the Light about this. When nothing came to mind, she did the only thing she could and said,
“My Lord, I accept your offer.”
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Weee, another chapter done with. The plot bunnies are multiplying. And yes Hermione is really going through with this, no last minute escapes or anything. Please review and tell me what you think!
*Rough Translation: Prison/Cage of the Wolf