A Different Kind of Magic--UNDERGOING EDIT

Folks, this is another tough chapter. Warnings for graphic torture and Hermione with another person again. Hang in there. I have to say that what you've read so far is nothing compared to some of the stuff that happens later in the story. I will put the warnings up but I meant it when I said this story is dark and you are starting to see that quite baldly. Thank you for sticking with me and reviews are always welcome. If you feel a need to discuss the story further you can find my website on Livejournal under the name ladydagger27. I am more easily able to respond to comments on there than on here where I have to try and remember who said what from my inbox.



Chapter 39- Sacrifice and Shame

Severus heard the lock to the trap door starting to scrape open.

“Quick, put out the light Teddy!”

The pair quickly settled themselves back onto the rocky ground, trying to appear nonchalant.

“Get your stinkin’ ass up here Snape. The Boss has some fun in store for you today.”

He climbed up the ladder and was yanked by the hair and shoved onto the floor. Yaxley slammed and locked the door to hell.

“You gonna get some special fun today, Snapey boy.”

Lucius waltzed down the staircase from above, pausing on each step as he gave instructions to Draco. “When you slice a man, you hold the knife parallel to the vein, much as you would slaughter a farm animal. It is the quickest and most humane way to kill if you need a Muggle method.”

“Still kicking, Severus? I just can’t keep a good man down, can I? Let’s see how far we can push you today. I’m afraid Draco is a bit rusty. You see, your godson has decided to help me. We made a little wager, didn’t we Draco?”

Draco flinched in disgust but answered anyway. “Yes, Father.”

“Why the long face, Draco? If you wish to be a part of the greatest family ever to grace the wizarding world since the time before Merlin himself, you need to not be afraid to get your hands dirty.”

Yaxley took that statement as some sort of cue to begin. “Up you filth!” he shouted as a boot cracked into Snape’s ribs.

He followed Yaxley to a flimsy set of two card tables stacked side by side. “Up ye get!”

Severus lay face up on the table. “Incarcerous!” His body was bound tightly around the tables. He slowly began the descent into the back of his mind to the area that had cradled him when he was in such pain at the Manor. When he locked himself away he was able to limit his physical reactions to involuntary ones. He’d yet to give in and scream for them.

He suspected this is why they were pushing him farther than ever before today. If he and Teddy didn’t find a way out soon they were both going to die here.

Lucius shoved a carving knife into Draco’s hand. “Cut him.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere you useless boy! Make him beg for mercy!”

Severus closed his eyes. Draco’s lips set themselves into a fine white line while he grasped the handle of the knife. He poised over one of Snape’s legs and looked at his father.

“Get on with it!”

Yaxley sneered at the boy’s hesitation. “Your boy ain’t got the stomach for killing, My Lord. He’s a bleedin’ coward!”
The silver ball end of Lucius’s cane knocked the top three front teeth from Yaxley’s mouth, sending a spray of blood over the table. “You will never insult my son, you impetuous dog! “

“I’m sorry M’Lord! It won’t happen again!”

“You say that every time, don’t you Yaxley. Watch that lying tongue of yours before I have it cut out of your mouth!”

“Yes, M’Lord!”

Draco was still staring at Snape’s leg. He looked like a grotesque statue, frozen in time.

“Oh bloody hell Draco, where’s your balls!”

Lucius plucked the carving knife out of Draco’s hand and swiped down in an arc, neatly cleaving through muscle and tendon. Blood gushed from the wound and dripped onto the floor.

“You see? Child’s play. Your turn.”

Draco’s stomach churned and he vomited onto the floor. “I’m sorry Father, I can’t!” The blade clattered to the floor as he ran up the stairs sobbing.

“Oh for Christ’s sakes. Must I do everything around this gloomy shitehole?”

Lucius picked up the blade and taunted Severus. “Where shall we stab you today? Perhaps through the palms of your hands? It would be most interesting to see if your internal healing powers can undo that kind of damage.” He pinned the tip of the knife to Snape’s palm and roughly shoved the blade through the middle with a squelch. No reaction was forthcoming.

“No? Let’s go to the other hand.” He repeated the same treatment on that one.

“You do realize I am going to continue until you scream or die, Severus. At any time I will stop if you simply scream for me. You will not win. If you do not scream, I will kill you and the boy will become my new house Elf.”

Teddy, no- not Teddy!

“Do not harm the boy, Lucius. He has done nothing,” Snape managed between gritted teeth.

“Ah, so the great Severus has a voice at last. You know the rules. I won’t even make you do any hard labor today. All you need to do is scream, and you can go back to your hole and bleed until tomorrow.”

“Fuck you Lucius.”

“As you wish.” The blade impaled on the bottom of the Professor’s foot four inches in. Malfoy’s cheek started twitching in anger. “I don’t know why you won’t just give me what I want. It is a simple thing I ask. Show me who is the master here and you shall live.”

“Go shove your cock up Yaxley’s arsehole.” The blade sank into his other foot. Streams of blood pulsed from his hands, feet and leg.

“You are losing quite a bit of blood, old friend. I wonder how much longer you have before your heart stops? Yaxley! Get the iron!”

“Yes M’Lord!”

“I bet you thought it was going to be over. I’m just getting started. You see, I’ve taken an interest in how Muggles use simple torture devices. I have found their methods to be quite satisfactory. It’s such a drain to waste magic on torture. Not everyone has the ability to waste it on frivolities like our Dark Lord did. I am a very busy man, you know.”
Yaxley came back with a white hot piece of metal with L.M. at the end of it.

“You are now my property, Severus, and I am going to mark you as such. If you do not scream for me when I brand you, I shall do the same to the boy.”

The lurid hiss of molten heat on tender flesh could be heard. Still, Snape did not cry out.

Lucius continued to brand all of the wounds until they were seared shut. The blood had soaked into the floor, staining it a pale orange mixed with the dust.

“You amaze me. You claim to care for this child, but yet allow me to brand him. I gave you a choice and yet still, you put your pride above his safety. Maybe there is still some Death Eater in you after all. Yaxley! Fetch the boy!”

“NO!”

Lucius held up his hand to stay the order. “Right up until the bitter end, eh Sev? My, but you’ve got nerves of steel. This is your last chance. This time, you will tell me where to place the brand. When it touches your body, you will scream. Your punishment for pushing my limits is to let Yaxley have at you until he is finished.”
Severus was silent.

“Well? I haven’t got all day. Yaxley, you choose.”

“Brand his face, M’Lord!”

“Very well.” The metal scorched into the side of Severus’ face, and at long last, he screamed in defeat to save the life of the child who waited below.

“Yaxley, throw him back into his hole when you are done. I’ve had enough of this blood traitor’s filth for one day.”

“Yes M’Lord!” Yaxley’s eyes gleamed as he unbound Snape’s prone form, shoved him onto the floor and contacted his pointed boot with his jaw.


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“I swear to you, I saw him again today and yesterday! It was Draco Malfoy! I’d bet my wand on it, Hermione!”

“I believe you, Harry. We have to tell Professor McGonagall. She can arrange to have the house watched more carefully. You need to sit tight and keep an eye on that house. See if you can get assigned to Auror watch on Shacklebolt’s again next week.”

“I will. Let me know what Minerva says.”

“Bye Harry, and good luck!”


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Hermione stared long and hard at the fireplace in the Weasley library. She was just going to give him and update and come right back. That’s right, just a quick once-over about her progress on the Prophecy and then straight home. Okay. Deep breath.

Hermione stepped through the Floo from the Weasley’s library to the spacious quarters of the Hogwart’s Potion’s Professor.

A pleasantly surprised Rabastan quickly rose to his feet when his Floo roared to life with the lovely young witch. He bowed curtly as she entered and dusted herself off. “Good evening, Hermione.”

“Hello, Rabastan. How have you been?” She lightly stepped over to join him next to his desk, schooling her features into one of nonchalance despite the pounding of her heart and shaking of her hands.

“Better now that you’re here.” He gave her a knowing smirk and stepped in much too close for comfort.

Backing up a step, she held up her hands to fend him off only to expose the tremors in her fingers. She quickly pulled them back to her sides and cast about nervously, speaking quickly. “Look, I’ve only come to go over what I’ve uncovered so far-“

His abrupt snort cut her off. “Don’t bullshit me Hermione. What kind of young woman comes into a Death Eater’s personal quarters after getting the brains fucked out of her only nights before and tells him its Order business? I’ll tell you who; a ripe, randy one. You’ve been dreaming about me, haven’t you?”

The predator was instantaneous this time. He circled around her, on the hunt. “Tell me Hermione, how many times in the past few days have you touched yourself and thought of me.”

She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. He certainly didn’t beat around the bush and his words cut right through her excuses like a sharpened knife on a tender ham.

“Twice.”

“Did you call out my name?”

“Yes,” she whispered, ashamed, face turned toward the ground.

“Did you really come here to merely talk business?” He leaned in close and snagged a curl of her hair, smelling it as she answered him.

“No.” Hermione’s eyes squeezed shut tight. Who the hell was she fooling? God, this was sick.

“That’s what I thought. See, the truth isn’t so hard to admit, is it? Oh, but now you feel bad for betraying your greasy lover. Don’t worry Hermione; it will be our little secret. I won’t tell Severus that you ache for the feel of my manhood inside of you. He’ll never know that you crave a real man, one that can make your dreams take flight on the wings of passion. Whenever his lovemaking doesn’t satisfy you, come to me and I will teach you the meaning of rapture.”

His words rang true, beating her over the her depravity. She shouted out with the only defense she had no matter how trite and hollow it sounded in the present moment. “I love him!”

“What was that?” He pushed his face right up to her, daring her to repeat what he thought he had heard.

“I said I love him! I didn’t realize it before, but since he’s been gone, since I’ve been with you, I’ve come to see that I can’t stand to be without him.” Her voice dropped to a whisper and her face was buried in her hands.

A slow, grotesque smile arched wanly from one side of his face to the other. “So, you admit to me that you love Severus, yet you fantasize of me when you touch yourself in the night? Oh, this is just too rich.” He slapped his thigh and let his laughter overtake the room.

Her indignation took over and she confronted him with fury and confusion mingling with her reply. “It’s not funny! I don’t know what to do. Nothing has compared with the time you and I shared the other night, except for one.”

“And that was with Severus.”

“Yes.”

He backed off and turned from her, the smile fading. He paced to the other end of the room and came back to stand directly in front of her. Both large hands rested on either shoulder and he spoke very candidly with the small witch.

“I see. Hermione, I don’t care who you love. I worship your body because it is beautiful, perfect even. If you come into my chambers, it tells me you want me to ravish your body and fuck your pretty little cunt. I will always tell you up front what I am about. I, too, had a wonderful time.”

He drew her close, pressing her face to his chest. “You’ve made me feel alive in more ways than one. I freely admit I covet your body, but I will not be one who falls in love with you. If you want to love Severus and come to me for sex, I do not have hang-ups about that like some men.

“If you have sex with Severus and then come to me with his seed still in your body, I would still fuck you with just as much gusto as if you were sharing my bed alone. If I want a woman and she returns the sentiment, I fuck her. It’s simple. Don’t think so much. If you want to have sex with me, I’m here. I want you. Take my body for your pleasure and feel no guilt. Life is too short to waste on emotion.”

Rabastan made it sound so black and white. Was it supposed to be that simple? She struggled against the pangs that told her to leave as they faded away against his insistent bulge. Oh gods, he was so close to her, and he smelled so good, and he wanted her so much…..

Hermione pulled back and brought a hand up to his trousers and undid the first button. His eyes instantly caught fire.
He took her over the bed and flipped up her skirt, snapping her panties like a piece of twine before mounting her from behind. His cock had ached for her sweet surrender since last they met. In this position she couldn’t rake her nails down his back. He had left the wounds to scar over. A trophy, if you will. He slowly pumped her, fingers expertly dancing over her clitoris. Her soft cries drove him mad. For a second time he lost himself before he was ready just as she gushed and fluttered around his length.

“Rabastan, don’t stop, I’m going to cum again.” He kept up the steady rhythm through her next orgasm, rumbling dirty epithets while he tweaked her nipples and caught his own second wind.

He lifted her and flipped her around, holding her by the waist. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She complied, excited and afraid all at once. “Put your arms around my neck and kiss me. Let me do the work. Don’t fight me.”

Hermione gratefully sank forward, melting into his sumptuous lips. His rough hands gripped her waist and impaled her over his massive erection. The feeling was incredible. He lifted her to the tip of his cock and slammed her back down, bringing his hips upward to complete the movement. He fucked his way to another torrid release, letting her furiously work her clit until she finished her final orgasm right after his.

“Come to me tomorrow, Hermione. Come share my bed. We fit so well together. Come share the pleasure I have to give you.” For a moment he ran his fingers languidly up and down the small of her back as his erection softened and slipped out of her. He let his liquid brown eyes pool into hers, promising more.

She nodded and he let her down. “It gives me great pleasure to know that you will come to me. Thank you.”

Hermione dressed and went back to the Burrow with a secret passion at her back and confusion and worry in front of her.
The silver blade of her absolution beckoned to her as a worm on the hook to the fish, and the serpent inside her growing darkness hissed and laughed at her pain.