The History of Severus Snape

Disclaimer: Thx to the most excellent JKR who, through her creation of these characters, has allowed for nerds out there like me to enjoy Severus Snape and other characters to their full potential.
Important! This story contains non-consensual sex, and depicts rape in later chapters. If this ain\'t your style, turn away.
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Chapter 3

Severus returned to his empty dormitory late one January night just after his first meeting with the men of dark arts. Everyone was still away on their Christmas holidays but as usual Severus had preferred to stay at school and as far away from his father as possible. Nevertheless he didn’t miss any of the festivities, and he greatly enjoyed the quiet. He flopped back onto his four-poster bed and revelled in that night’s adventure.

He had only been permitted to meet with a select few of the group, which he understood was to help the members stay safe and anonymous. Only when he was a real member would he meet everyone. He smiled to himself at the thought that had crossed his mind. When, not if, he was going to be a member, when. Just as much as he was thrilled to meet others like him, he was just as excited to meet their leader, the man they all would be working under. He relived the tales that they told him with a spark in his spirit. Soon he too would have exciting tales of adventure and dark excitement.

The group had been very keen to know when Severus was going to be seventeen, and he had told them, in a week’s time, it was his birthday. With his eager assurance that he had made up his mind, the group had chosen that date, one week into the future for his proper initiation, and Severus could hardly wait.
For that week he barely thought of the ridiculous, trivial things that usually bothered him. He had neither the time nor patients for James and his gang, and no time for any stupid prank they could pull on him. He even found himself thinking less of his girl, less time spent dreaming up images of her curled up beside him, or naked and beneath him. Everything was in preparation for his initiation.

On the night of January the ninth he was summoned to the very same place he had met the group on his first night. Getting out of the castle was no problem, and even though he was not legally allowed to do so, Severus apparated to the dingy old inn once outside the Hogwarts grounds.

He was met with smiles and high spirits, they were proud to soon call him one of their own. As the group assembled they made their was down a narrow flight of stone steps until they were in a cavernous stone chamber. It was damp, and the candles flickered with a cool green light in brackets on the stone walls. Though he was nervous, Severus felt more alive then he had ever felt in his life.

Appearing with the faintest of pops a tall hooded figure joined the assembled group, and with a high cold voice he addressed them.

“Good evening my most faithful Death Eaters. You know why you are called here tonight, you are here because we have a new member to join our great and noble family. Where are you, my new friend?”

Severus stepped forward, presenting a calm and strong face even though his insides were bouncing with nervous excitement.

“Do you wish to serve the Dark Lord Voldemort? For that is my name, and do you wish to join these fellows, the Death Eaters, becoming on yourself?” The Dark Lord asked, surveying Severus.

“I do sir, I wish it very much.”

“Very well, I can see that you have made you decision, we shall now make you one of us. First, your name?”

“Severus Snape.”

“Who was it that brought young Severus to us?”

“It was I, my lord.” Lucius said stepping forward.

“Excellent Malfoy, you will be rewarded tonight, as well as I ask you to play an important part in tonight’s ceremony,”

“It is an honour.”

“Very well, we begin.”

At his words, a stone pentagon in the centre of the room rose a foot from the ground, a eerie green light, much like that of the candlelight glowed from it’s base. Voldemort beckoned Lucius and Severus to stand together in the centre of the stone.

“Now, bare your forearm for me Lucius.”

As he did so Voldemort touched the blackened mark on Lucius’ left wrist until it was black no longer. It glowed red, and looked painfully hot, like a branding iron.

“Severus, you too, produce your forearm.”

Severus watched as Lucius worked very hard to keep his face straight. It was obvious that the burning mark in his arm was causing more than a little discomfort. Al the same, Severus desperately wanted one too, and he could see out into the room, the other Death Eaters had uncovered their brands too. He soon would be just like them. He hastily undid his left sleeve and pulled back his robes. Once exposed, Voldemort grasped his arm and pressed it tightly against the red-hot mark on Lucius’ arm.

Both men hissed with pain as the mark cut into Severus’ skin, but in little time, the pain was over, and their arms fell to their sides.

“This mark shows your allegiance to myself, to our ways, but by the simple transfer of the mark from Lucius’ skin to yours, just as he received the mark from someone else in the room, it strengthens your bond as Death Eaters, brothers in a dark force.”

Severus looked down at the cooling mark on his skin and traced it lightly with his fingers; he was one of them now.

“Now, for the lighter, more enjoyable part of the ceremony. Am I right to think that young Severus here has not yet bedded a woman?”

His eyes snapped up from his wrist and he willed his face to keep from pinking. Lucius Malfoy laughed and came to stand beside Severus.

“Yes my lord, you are correct.” Turning to Severus he said, “there is nothing to be ashamed of Sev, we are here to look out for you, not pass judgement on you. Tonight will be your first experience of many more to come.”

Though these words did little to comfort Severus he could not help wondering exactly what was planned for him.

“Excellent, as I said Lucius, you too will be rewarded tonight, but perhaps it’s best if you share, just to make Severus more comfortable.”

“Indeed my lord.”

The Death Eaters around them clapped and shouted and Severus got the uncanny feeling of a nervous actor who had just stepped upon the stage at a grand play. Voldemort flicked his wand and from one of the five points of the pentagon a stone pillar rose up and out of the ground. Crudely shackled to the pillar was a young woman no older than Severus himself. She screamed and fought against the chains, desperately trying to free herself.

At the sight of the girl, the mood in the room took another turn, the Death Eaters cat-called and jeered, circling around them. Lucius turned to Severus, whose face had gone a pale shock of white.

“Would you like to go first?” He asked as if the matter was no more complicated than passing though a door.

“I – I don’t know what to do…” Severus said feeling ashamed of himself.

“Very well, I will show you.” Lucius said with a mad glint to his eye. He took a step towards the screaming girl who stared at him through teary eyes. “First of course, you need to become well aquatinted with your lass. Tell me dear girl, what is your name?”

The girl, through angry and frightened tears glared at him, and without warning spit harshly in Lucius’ face. With a handkerchief he produced from his robes, Lucius dried his face and a broad demonic smile spread across his lips.

“Now, now we can’t have any of that. I was just trying to be polite, but it seems as if our friend here does not respond to amenities. We shall have to take a different route, and perhaps she will be more amicable.”

Severus watched Lucius study the girl, already the thought of having her was proving to be exciting. She wore very little clothing; a ripped white blouse, which did little to hide the fact that she was bare underneath and a dark pleated skirt. Lucius was toying with the buttons of the blouse, every so often his fingers would pass over her nipples, and Severus watched in awe as they hardened through the fabric of her shirt.

“Severus, why don’t you give me a hand and perhaps we can coax her out of this terrible mood.”

Slowly Severus reached out to her breast feeling his fingers come in contact with the hardened bud of her nipple. With a swift move of his wrist Lucius pulled open the front of the blouse, exposing her breasts to the jeering crowd. Severus, taking lead from Lucius cupped one of her breasts in his hand feeling her soft silky skin and it’s supple weight.

“Now,” Lucius said to the girl. She had begun to sob quietly, and she looked away as he spoke to her. “My dear, tell us, are you enjoying yourself?”

She didn’t answer, and Lucius shook his head. With his other hand he grasped her face and held it so she was forced to look into his eyes. He brought his lips down upon hers with a brutal force crushing her back against the pillar, and roughly working her breast in his hand. When he pulled away her bottom lip was bloody and her sobs became louder and heavier in the darkened room. As soon as Lucius had taken his turn Severus stepped up and followed suit. Pressing his lips against hers fiercely contacting her teeth. He could feel his desire growing for her, even though, he thought, if he was honest with himself he did not find her at all attractive. She was more to Lucius’ style he supposed, big supple breasts, a flat tight stomach, and long golden hair.

“May we have your name?” Lucius asked again once Severus had satisfied himself with the kiss. Again the girl wouldn’t answer him. His fingers began to tease the hem of her skirt, travelling up, underneath the pleats as he tried to coax her further. “You wouldn’t want me to show everyone what I’m doing underneath your skirt would you? Surely that would be far worse than telling us your name.”

As Severus watched the girl, he highly doubted there was enough strength in her to speak at all, but for now that didn’t matter. With his wand, Lucius undid the shackle that bound her left ankle to the pillar and before she could lash out to kick him, he caught her leg and pinned it uncomfortably against her chest. Her skirt fell away from her hips so that her soft pink lips were exposed to all those around them. Severus let out a deep groan, he had never seen a girl topless before, let alone like this.

The whole room watched intently as Lucius did what he had threatened to do. Severus could see that the torn expression on her face was out of a fight between hatred and fear and the great pleasure that Lucius’ skilled hands were delivering. Between her sobs he could hear her moaning as Lucius traced a wet path around her opening.

“Sev, give me your hand.” Lucius instructed, and Severus did as he was told. He wondered briefly what Lucius was doing as he folded back two fingers on his hand, leaving his index and middle free, but he soon understood as they slipped inside her. She bucked against his hand and he felt her inner muscles contract around his fingers. She felt so good inside, so hot and slippery, and momentarily Severus forgot that what he was doing was so very wrong. He wanted to know what she would feel like if it were his cock, not his fingers inside her. He was already hard and straining against the front of his trousers, he knew he had to have her soon.

Though Lucius had not said to do so, Severus could not stand to wait any longer. With a deft hand he opened his trousers and withdrawing his slick fingers he plunged himself deep within her. She cried out in pain as he filled her and began to thrust himself in and out. The Death Eaters throughout the room began to clap and cheer. He went on for quite some time until he felt his release, and shuddering he spilled into her, collapsing against the pillar.

The girl was crying more loudly than ever, but he didn’t care. As Severus fastened his trousers and faced the crowd around him he knew he was finally one of them. Next to him Lucius clapped him on the back.

“See, you didn’t need the help after all. Good man Sev, you’re nearly one of us now.”

The group cheered and stomped as Voldemort once more took stand in the centre of the pentagon.

“Excellent. I am very proud of our newest member. But if you haven’t forgotten there is one more thing to make this night official. Severus must have his first kill.”

At the sound of this, both Severus and the girl looked at Voldemort. She began to scream for her life, but Severus, watching the faces of the crowd around him drew out his wand and pointed it at her chest.

“Avada kedavra” He said with all the malice and hate that had collected within him over the years. It felt so good to release it, to be empowered, and to be fulfilled.
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Later that night, back in his dormitory Severus lay thinking of all that had happened that night. He was now seventeen years old, legally a man in the wizarding world, he had fucked for the first time, and he had killed for the first time. He was part of a secret society of wizards, and the brand on his forearm was proof of his new life.

As he thought a different slightly unnerving idea crept into his mind. He was a man now, in every way, and he was proud of that, but tonight as he had fucked that poor, helpless girl he had forgotten -his- girl.

Never before had he come without her face in mind and an overwhelming wave of desire flooded through him as he thought of just what it would be like to be inside her, feel her hot and sweaty all around him. As good as tonight had been, she would be infinitely better.

Still thinking of her, he drifted off to sleep…

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AN: And this is where it really started to get dark...