Of Death and Fire

evil past


Author's warning: This chapter contains very dark stuff, such as necrophilia, paedophilia, rape and murder. If it offends you, DON'T READ IT!
Notes: Many of you have asked why hasn't Snape taken his revenge on Malfoy. Here's why. And here we learn of the threesome Malfoy remembers in chapter 9. If you are determined to read on, then enjoy! (and leave a review)
 
 
CHAPTER 28: Shadows of an evil past
 
The next day, Potter, Weasley and Longbottom appeared at Morgaine's dungeon door to serve their detention. Nervous but relieved for not hooked up with either Snape or Filch, they entered the dark room. Morgaine was reading from an ancient parchment, scribing notes on a textbook beside her. She looked up and waved at them to come closer. As they advanced, she got up, walked to the shelves and picked a huge dusty tome, consisting by hundreds of loose scrolls.
"OK, boys", she said. "Since we have to live with each other for the next couplehourhours, here's what I want you to do. Catalogue the contents of this tome, and I mean write down the name of the scrolls in order, in three different lists: curses, incantations and summonings". The three boys sighed in relief. This was the easiest detention in their whole time at Hogwarts.
For a while, they were all bent over their paperwork and the only sound heard in the room was this of a scribing quill. But after a while, Neville looked up at Morgaine, gathering his courage to speak.
"What is it, Longbottom?" asked Morgaine, without raising her eyes from her work.
"Well, Professor, I was wondering if you had the chance to talk with Professor Snape about the issue of his letter to my grandmother", said Neville in a slightly trembling voice.
Morgaine looked up this time and sat back in the chair, tapping lightly the quill on her chin, trying hard to harness the wave of thrill that travelled down to her loins in remembering the previous evening. Well, I talked to him. That's one way to put it...
"Don't worry, Neville. The issue is over. He will not write to your grandmother, but I don't think he'll spare you next time", she replied casually. Inside her she rejoiced with seeing his eyes lit up.
"Can I ask you one more thing, Professor?" asked Neville again, more bold this time.
She nodded affirmatively.
"When Professor Snape told you 'not to add to the disaster risk of the class', what did he mean?" All three of them looked up, awaiting her response with increased interest.
Morgaine smiled this time.
"When I was a senior student here", she begun, "I caused an explosion that completely thrashed his office and classroom", and smiled even wider at their surprised faces. "Twice", she added, and their surprise turned to shock. "You should have seen his reaction back then, and then you would never be intimidated again by anything less than a dragon".
"Well, he seems to have forgiven you by now", said Ron, and instantly wished he could vanish. Harry sent him an angry look, reminding him that this should have been a secret. Morgaine stared at them coldly, but deep down inside she was amused. They had known, after all...
"Well, Mr.Weasley, unless you plan on using the same approach, I'd suggest you'd continue with your task and then finish the essay you're supposed to write for Professor Snape. After all, you don't want another detention, with Filch this time, do you?"
Ron gulped and nodded, with his face turning to a lovely shade of grey. Harry tried not to chuckle, and turned his attention to the tome before them. As for Neville, he had no idea what they had been talking about, but he was happy that this time he had escaped Snape's vengeance.
~*~
Outside Morgaine's dungeon, life went on at the school grounds as always. However, this day was marked by a visit few people noticed, but had a significant impact on the lives of many. Lucius Malfoy had come to visit his son, but this was only an excuse for his presence there. Although he had hoped to see Morgaine, his business was with the Potions Master.
Malfoy stood at the entrance of Snape's office, never bothering to knock. He stood silent, waiting for the other man to acknowledge his presence. After a few moments of awkward silence, Snape looked up and met Lucius' gaze.
"Malfoy", he said coldly. It was only a name, but a multitude of emotions was hiding beneath the surface.
"Hello, Severus", he replied in a formal tone. "Should I assume I'm not welcomed in your chambers?" Just a hint of irony coloured his voice.
Snape sat back, leaving his quill on the desk.
"This depends on the purpose of your visit, Lucius", he replied coldly. He was struggling hard to keep his face blank, concealing the anger that rose in his heart. Every time he saw his face, the image of him and Morgaine entangled in a lustful embrace would awaken. He had no idea if Lucius was aware of their renewed affair and, if he didn't, he wouldn't hate to bring it to his attention.
Malfoy grinned and walked closer to Snape's desk. He sat at the chair beside him, ignoring the other man's disapproving frown.
"Oh, come on, Severus", he grinned. "You're not still angry with me for fooling around with that elf of yours! Grow over it! We both had our fun, but it's time to move on to other pastures. After all", he said in a darker tone, "soon we will have moreortaortant issues to deal with". Lightly rubbing his left forearm, he stared in Snape's eyes. "You have felt it too, haven't you?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, I have", Snape replied in a low voice. "And I haven't been the only one to notice. Karkaroff has been harassing me about the same issue for quite some time now".
"Oh, he has? Well, Severus", said Lucius in a velvet tone, "Igor has good reason to be a bit edgy. When the Dark Lord rises, I'm certain that he'll meet a most painful death". He paused, staring at the other man's face. "Which makes me wonder of how he'll deal with you", he added grimly. "When you meet your Master again, Severus, what will you do?"
"I will pledge my loyalty to him, as I have done in the past", said Snape steadily. "And I believe I have an offering that will prove my claims".
Malfoy frowned.
"What kind of offering?" he asked, annoyed by the fact he was unaware of such an issue.
"Virgin Elf's Blood", replied Snape and rejoiced at the surprised look on Malfoy's face.
"So, my old friend, you had success in harvesting her blood. Does she know of its importance? Or of how you plan to use it?"
Snape nodded negatively.
Lucius sat back, crossing his hands on his chest.
"Well, that certainly throws a new light on the whole issue. Not even the Dark Lord can stay unmoved by such an offering", he commented with the slightest hint of envy in his voice. He smiled maliciously. "And when you've joined the Inner Circle again, I'm sure we'll remember the fun we used to have and all those wicked games we used to play. I'm sure Lord Voldemort remembers..." He paused, an epiphany coming to his mind. "I don't suppose you've told Morgaine of your past hobbies?"
Snape never answered. His venomous look was all the reply Lucius needed. He smiled nastily once more.
"Well, it will certainly be a shock for her when she finds out. But I promise not to tell, Severus." His grin grew even wider. "Unless I have a good reason to do so".
~*~
Later that night, exhausted by yet another sex marathon, he lied on his back staring the shadows dancing on the ceiling. Morgaine was already asleep beside him, her face covered by her hair, having one arm across his chest, as if she feared he'd walk away while she was sleeping. He turned to look at her, gently removing a crimson lock away from her lips. Remembering Malfoy's warning, he felt a hot blade piercing his heart.
Snape knew that Morgaine had her own dark secrets, but he doubted they could be as horrid as his own. He had been young, foolish, intoxicated by the power that had been offered to him and had lost all control over his dark self. He had wished to confide to her, but somehow the words never reached his mouth. He feared her reaction; it was very likely that she would be disgusted. Loosing her for a second time was too much. But he knew he had to tell her.
Learning the truth from Voldemort, or worse, Malfoy, was not an option he was willing to risk.
Sighing, he fixed his gaze upon the flickering candle flames and entered the haunted shadows of his evil past.
~*~
It was a cold, gloomy place, an old desecrated sepulchre in the depths of the earth. Black candles illuminated the space, but still the darkness was dominating the damp room. An old sarcophagus was standing in the middle of the tomb, decorated in a mockery of a holy altar. A black cloth was covering the cold stone, embroidered with strange runes and symbols. A pale body was on the altar; the soft, creamy body of a teenage Muggle girl.
Several hooded figures were standing in a circle, wearing white masks and waiting for their Master to arrive. A dark figure appeared behind the altar, and everyone fell on the floor in respect. Lord Voldemort walked among them, speaking in a low voice to his servants, sometimes complimenting them, sometimes casting 'Cruciatus' on them and laughing in delight as their bodies convulsed in pain. When the pleasantries ended he assumed his place behind the altar on his throne. A throne made by his faithful servants. A throne made of skulls.
He waved at the assembly, and two men advanced at the altar. They threw their cloaks back, and they closed their hands on the girl's body. The girl trembled, but offered no stanstance. It was either drugged or under the influence of the 'Imperius' curse. At the back, Voldemort grinned hungrily.
One man caressed the girls small breasts, fondling their nipples, pinching them, crushing them with his fingers until he draw blood and cries of pain from her lips. With a growl he reached down to his crotch, released his organ and started massaging himself. At the other end of the altar, the other man had buried his hands inside the girl's virgin flesh, seeking, tearing the soft opening. He withdrew his hand and it was covered in blood. He backed away from the altar and walked to his Master. He offered his hand to him, and Voldemort sucked the blood from his fingers with fierce lust. After he was done, he grinned viciously.
"Delicious, as always, Severus. Proceed", he ordered.
Snape walked back to the altar and did what was asked of him. It wouldn't be the first time him and Malfoy had performed for their Master's amusement. Many times they would spoil teenage Muggle girls, sometimes even boys. Voldemort had a preference for girls, since their hymen would add to his dark magic. But sometimes he wanted to spice up things in a more exotic way. And after they were done, they would remove the Imperius curse from the unfortunate victim, having a hunt with the youth as their prey. The winner would get to keep the victim as a slave. Malfoy had been good at this game and his prey was never seen again.
Across the altar, he knew Malfoy was grinning behind his mask. Aroused by the girl's cries of pain, Snape unbuckled his pants and drove his throbbing organ inside the girl's tight opening. As always, he felt a tremor of unholy lust travelling down his spine. He started to move faster, unaffected by the blood that was dripping from her torn flesh. Lost in his pleasure, he failed to see the blade until it was too late.
With a swift move, Malfoy slit the girl's throat open. Her eyes opened wide in a silent scream as she choked on her own blood. As the death took his toll on her body making it spasm wildly, Snape felt his climax approach, his organ caught in a convulsing grip of dying flesh. He saw Malfoy reaching his own orgasm, masturbating over her slit throat, releasing a string of pearly semen in the crimson fountain of her arteries. With a growl, Snape came inside the dead girl, lost inside an unholy ecstasy. As they both collapsed on the bloodied remains of the girl, the Dark Lord rejoiced and baptised them with his own burning semen.
Not long after, Snape contacted Albus Dumbledore.
~*~
Back in the present, Severus Snape hid his face in his hands.
How could she ever forgive me? How could she, when I can never forgive myself?