The World of Snape

“What do you think?”


Severus turned around, noticing Voldemort staring at himself in the mirror critically. They were in the Headmaster's rooms at Hogwarts, preparing for the start of year feast.


Severus walked towards Voldemort, and put his arms around his waist, standing on his toes so he could rest his chin on his lovers shoulder, and look at him in the mirror. “Stunning,” he replied softly, staring at his lover's reflection. The Dark Lord was dressed in those soft, floaty robes that Severus loved so much, trimmed in silver and green.


“I think I am going to hate start of year speeches for the rest of my life.” Voldemort sighed, resting his head against Severus's.


“I shall be next to you all the way.” Severus kissed Voldemort briefly on the shoulder, before returning to his hair brush.


Voldemort turned and watched him, his gaze scrutinizing as it usually was. “Are you going to tie that back?” he asked, walking towards Severus and running his fingers through the long tresses.


“Yes, Mother,” Severus responded with a small smile as he reached for his leather hair tie. “Would you like to do the honours?”


Voldemort wordlessly took the tie from Severus's fingers, and began to smooth back his lovers hair. “You seem nervous. More then you should be.”


“You're making me nervous is why!” Severus said with a smile. Voldemort laughed softly in his ear, so Severus turned around and kissed him to silence him. “So shut up for once.”


“You're so rude, Severus,” Voldemort replied, pretending he was very upset by this.


“I could be ruder,” Severus replied, a small smirk on his lips. He reached around Voldemort's body, and rested his hands lightly on his arse.


“So could I.” Voldemort did the same, only this time completing the gesture with a resounding smack.


“Bastard...” Severus murmured, pulling away from Voldemort, and rubbing his sore bottom. “So uncalled for...” Voldemort laughed, and finished tying Severus's hair up. “You are never doing my hair again, you pull too tight.”


“But you look just as beautiful tonight as ever, so the pain is worth it,” Voldemort replied, with a smile. “Even with a sore bum. I shall enjoy watching you sit down tonight.” He took Severus's hand, and squeezed it tightly. “I'm glad I can be here with you for once, you always hated this feast the most.”


“Apart from Halloween.”


Voldemort nodded gravely. “Especially Halloween.” He kissed Severus lightly on the cheek. “It's the past now, no reason to be sad about it.”


“Apart from the fact it's a ridiculous thing to celebrate...” Severus muttered darkly, turning and looking in the mirror himself. He was, of course, wearing his usual robes, with the white cuffs and collar showing under his black tunic and cloak, the only difference this year being his exceptionally long hair. “I think I need a hair cut.”


Voldemort turned to face him sharply. “You do not, Severus Snape. When you do, I shall inform you of it.”


“If you like my hair so much, why don't you have it and put it on your own head?” Severus asked after a moment. “You're so possessive over it, it might as well be your own.”


“Because I like to have something to grab hold of when you're being bad,” Voldemort responded quickly, smirking at his lover. “It is hardly getting of control.”


“I look like a woman!” Severus protested loudly.


“No you don't,” Voldemort replied. “As I said, you look beautiful.”


“Other people don't think so.”


“Other people don't matter.” Voldemort took a step closer, and wrapped his hand into the long tresses. “Why? Are you hoping to please someone else?”


Severus could feel increasing pressure against his skull. “No, Master,” he replied, innocently.


Voldemort chuckled, and released his hold on Severus's hair. “You are lucky I happen to trust you.” He walked over to the window, and looked out. “Oh, Merlin, here come the carriages.” He tilted his head to one side, a small smile appearing on his lips. “I have missed this place, no matter how much I try to deny it.”


“I know, darling,” Severus replied. “But come on, we can't be late.” Voldemort nodded, and reluctantly pulled away from the window. Severus pulled him into a gentle kiss. “You'll show them how lovely you can be I'm sure,” he murmured.


Voldemort laughed appreciatively. “Thank you, Severus.” He took hold of Severus's hand, and together they walked down to the Great Hall through their own personal short cut. Just outside of the door which led to the top table, Voldemort stopped walking and turned to face his lover. “Should I be honest with them, do you think? Are they old enough to understand what I want?”


Severus shrugged. “I think you should get their respect. If I had it my way, I would have done that with them, but my pride doesn't allow it.”


Voldemort laughed again. “Your tongue's too sharp anyway.” Severus pushed the door open as he opened his mouth,and would have retaliated if it wasn't for the line of Professor's and Death Eater's that had turned to watch their entrance. Instead he took a quick step backwards into Voldemort, who pushed him gently to one side, and stepped past him, flashing a smirk as he went. As Severus hastily sat down in the empty seat next to Voldemort's huge chair, and next to Alecto Carrow, the double doors at the end of the room opened, and the students came pouring in, slightly quieter then normal, but there was the same resounding din. The last person to walk in was Ginny Weasley, the Head Girl badge gleaming on her chest as she walked down the centre isle of the room, her eyes fixed haughtily on Voldemort, before she bowed her head slightly, and sat down on the part of one of the tables closest to the top table with some other seventh years. Severus's couldn't help but notice they had all been Slytherin's, and that they seemed quite afraid of Ginny.


“There's a girl that I had troubles with last year,” Alecto mumbled into Severus's ear.


“I'm sure you shall find her quite different this year,” Severus replied coldly.


“Food first?” Voldemort questioned, as too many sets of eyes were on them for anybody's liking.


“They're too nervous,” Severus said quietly.


“Agreed.” Voldemort slowly stood up, and instantly, the room was silent. Severus nervously lowered his eyeline to the table in front of him. “This feast marks the beginning of a new and very different year ahead,” he began. Severus sent positive waves to his lover. “There will certainly be no pain, suffering or murder here, my aim is to give every single person here the best education and life they can have.” He paused, looking around the room for a moment, before continuing. “I have decided that we will be having Head of Year Groups, for the first and second years, Professor Grubby-Plank, for the third and fourth years, Professor Vector, for the fifth and sixth years, Professor Snape and for the seventh year, myself. If you have any questions or problems, come to us, we will be more than happy to help.” Severus wondered why Voldemort hadn't bothered to tell him he would be head of the worst two year groups in the school. “There will be dormitories, the girls and the boys in each year will be split into four, two of each, there will be student heads of each dormitory, which has been arranged by our Head Girl, Ginny Weasley, along with several common rooms around the school that you will all be able to enter. There will be no more separation and rivalries of different groups and Houses. The school will be one whole unit, not a group of divisions.” His second pause was longer, his gaze met Ginny's for a second, and she nodded her head respectfully to him.


“All that remains to be said tonight is that teachers will remain after the Feast to assist everyone with their dormitories, your time tables will be handed to you in the morning.” He gestured down to the table, and then clapped his hands, food appearing instantly on every table. “Let us eat.” He sat down, chatter resounding now, everyone in the room appeared to be much more confident and comfortable with his presence.


“I'm going to tell sixth and seventh years tomorrow morning that I want them to assess the teachers ability. If there is a problem with the teacher then I want to know. You can be there, too.”


“No. I'll stay in bed.”


Voldemort shot Severus a heated glare, and Severus knew he wasn't going to get a lay in.


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“Professor Carrow,” Voldemort greeted icily at he stepped into the mostly empty Dark Arts classroom. Severus was exhausted, he'd had no sleep at all, what with Voldemort's need for sex before he could sleep, and his loud snoring once they'd finished.


Amycus looked up, startled, as if he'd forgotten how to speak, and then seemed to snap out of it. “My Lord,” he said, bowing.


“I am correct in thinking you are teaching the seventh years this lesson?”


Amycus shifted nervously. “Yes, M'lord,” he responded hastily.


“Then I shall be taking this lesson for today. You may leave, and prepare for your next lesson.” Voldemort waved his hand dismissively, and took the seat behind the teachers desk, beckoning for Severus to sit next to him.


As Amycus left, the first students entered, all nervously walking to the back of the room, hastily sitting down and getting their books out. Ginny entered, at the front of a group of girls, who, Severus noticed, were all Slytherin's when the House system had been in place. She was the only person in the room who didn't look too bothered about the fact the Dark Lord was sitting right in front of her. “Your lesson will continue next time, for now I wanted to speak to you seventh years. You are my oldest, and have been here longest. This transition is going to be the hardest for you, but you are the people I want to get to know much better. You are the future. Which is why, I want you to tell me what you want from the school. The teachers here are all being tested, and I want to know who shouldn't be here. So have no fear to come to me with anything.” He paused, looking around the room. Everyone was watching him carefully, and some of the girls looked like they wanted to eat him alive. Severus knew it didn't mean anything, but he still didn't like all the women in the country after his husband.


“I know you are all probably thinking very carefully about your future after Hogwarts. That is something I will be taking a lot of interest in, around the middle of the year I shall be conducting interviews with each of you on your career plans. I expect every one of you to go to high places, you do not take NEWTs for no reason.” He stood up. “That over, the rest of the lesson is your own. If anyone has any questions or comments, I will be in my office here every evening from half past three until half past five, when I shall be eating dinner, unless something very important crops up.”


As the seventh year Dark Art's students packed up their things, and left the room, Severus spoke quietly to the Dark Lord. “You would have made such a great teacher is you hadn't become an evil over lord.”


Voldemort smirked. “How do you feel about going back to bed and being punished for that statement?” Severus gave a look of mock fear, before he smiled and let the Dark Lord lead him to their bedroom.


x------x


There was a tap on the door of the office. “Get that, Severus,” Voldemort ordered, not looking up from the paper he was reading. Severus sighed, but did as he was told. When he opened the door, he realised that there were at least twelve seventh years in front of him, all very nervous looking, Ginny near the front of the group. “Professor Snape, we were wondering if we could speak with the Dark Lord?” she asked, and Severus noticed she seemed to be a little bit on edge.


“Of course, come in,” Severus responded, stepping back as the group of young adults stepped into the room. Voldemort stood up with a smile.


“Ah, my seventh years, welcome,” he said, holding his hand out to Ginny, who stepped forwards and kissed it lightly. She didn't let go or step back once she was done.


“My Lord, you said we could come to you if we had a problem?” she asked him quietly.


“Of course, my dearest, what is the matter?” Voldemort glanced up, noting the expressions on the face's of Ginny's friends. Most of them appeared to be shocked that the Dark Lord was still holding her hand. Ginny suddenly became aware of it, and stepped back slightly from him, letting go of his hand.


“My friends and I all take ancient runes, and we are finding Nott... Professor Nott, I mean-” She paused for a minute, as if searching for the right words. “Well, he's a fucking awful teacher.” Severus hid his smirk hastily as the students gasped loudly, whispering to each other, expecting Voldemort to be angry with her.


He wasn't bothered. “Well, I am glad you informed me.” Voldemort looked at the rest of the group. “You all decided to come to me?”


The group nodded.


“That shows a great deal of integrity. You are all clearly very making sure you receive the best education you can.” The nervousness in their smiles dropped a little, and suddenly everyone in the room seemed to be more confident. “Lord Voldemort rewards his students for such precautions. You shall become my original Scholasticus ab innovo in gen – Students of the New Age – The Head Girl's assistant's, above the Prefects, naturally. I give each of you permission to administer punishments in which you may decide, and if it is serious enough, you may send the offender to me. My wish is that Hogwarts becomes the best Wizarding School in the world. It is also my wish to familiarise myself with the most dedicated students, so that I can ensure they get a job good enough for my most favoured when they leave Hogwarts.” He turned back to Ginny. “My beauty, you are serving me most wonderfully. I could not ask for a better Head Girl.” Slowly, he took her hand, and kissed it.


“It is almost dinner time. I shall see you all there.” He sat back down, and Ginny remained behind for a moment longer.


“You know, Draco was always top of his class for Ancient Runes.” She smiled innocently, before curtseying slightly and running out of the room.


“Is that so?” Voldemort asked Severus, standing up and opening a nearby filling cabinet.


“I believe it is,” Severus responded quietly. “He has always had a passion for the subject.”


“Hmm.” Voldemort sat back down, a wooden box in his hand. “I shall speak with him at dinner.” Slowly, he opened the box. Severus looked, inside were old school badges. “A little transfiguration is needed,” Voldemort said lightly, setting out twelve badges in front of him. His spells were complete in seconds, and Severus picked up the badges. Now they were circular, the Dark Mark in the middle surrounded by the words “Scholasticus ab innovo in gen” in shiny silver writing. Voldemort scooped them up, and put them in his pocket. “Give me that one,” he said. Severus handed him the one he had, and with one more of the Dark Lord's wand taps, the Dark Mark was black, and the writing was green. “For Ginny,” he said softly, holding it tightly in his hand. “Come, we shall give it to them at dinner.”


They slowly walked down the stairs, Voldemort tightly holding onto Severus's hand. “These students are going to be my spies around the school. I want to know what is going on,” he said quietly.


“You are seducing them with power,” Severus responded, with a smirk. Slowly, he reached for the double doors of the Great Hall, flinging them open, and letting Voldemort walk in front of him. He gestured to the doors half heartedly, closing them with wandless magic. The students watched as the pair walked down to the top table together, relaxed chattering still filling the air. “They grow used to you,” Severus murmured as they sat down.


“I am almost annoyed about that,” Voldemort said with a smile. Draco entered the hall, not as magnificently as the Dark Lord had, but he was still getting approving glances from the older girls. Ginny smirked, catching his gaze as he walked down the hall. He stopped next to her, and gently kissed her hand, before walking to the top table, bowing to Voldemort. “Sit next to me,” Voldemort said quietly, and trying to hide his nerves, Draco did so. “I have a proposition for you, Draco,” the Dark Lord continued softly. “Nott has proved incapable of teaching Ancient Runes, and a certain Weasley over there - “ He beckoned down to Ginny, who had been watching them carefully, now hastily looked away to talk to her neighbour. Severus smirked. “- Gave me the impression you were talented in the subject.”


Draco looked completely surprised, his eyes were wide. “My Lord, this is a shock... A complete honour...” Draco bowed his head slightly. “I would love to become one of your teachers, my Lord.”


Voldemort smiled. “Then it is so.” He looked back down to Ginny, and reached into his pocket, giving Draco the handful of badge's he'd just made. “Give these to her. Tell her the black one is her own and that she is to hand them out, and that she is allowed to go out tonight.” Voldemort nodded to Draco. “You start on Monday, I expect you want to celebrate.”


“Thank you, Master,” Draco responded, bowing his head and getting up, taking Ginny by the hand as he walked past her and leading her out of the hall. If he had any bitterness of the past, he certainly hid it well.


“He has learnt from his mistakes,” Severus said softly to his lover as they both began to eat.


“Pity his father hasn't.”


There was an awkward silence between them, they hadn't mentioned the subject of the traitor they clearly had amongst them since they'd had the huge argument about it, ending in a duel. Severus placed his fork onto his plate, and sat back, taking longs sips from his goblet of wine.


“It wasn't Lucius,” he said quietly.


“I have no evidence,” Voldemort replied, turning to stare at Severus.


“You have no evidence that he did it either!” Severus responded angrily, sitting forwards. “I will prove to you that he did not do it, and I shall find the person that did. Is that good enough for you?”


Voldemort leant closer to Severus, sneering unpleasantly. “I would certainly enjoy to see you try.”


“You will.” Severus finished his drink, and stood up. “I am going to our rooms.”


“Damn right you are,” Voldemort replied, also standing up and grabbing Severus's wrist, leading him roughly down the corridor behind the top table, up to their room. Once the door was safely locked behind them, Voldemort threw Severus down onto the bed, and with one wave of his hand, his lover was naked.


“What are you doing?” Severus asked, trying to sit up. Before he knew it, the Dark Lord was on top of him, pinning his arms to the bed.


“Relieving my anger,” Voldemort replied shortly, before Severus felt a slicked finger enter him. A second followed a short moment later, then a third, and Severus knew he was getting hard, even though he wished he wasn't. Next, he felt Voldemort's hard, pulsing cock enter him roughly, no more lubrication being added. The Dark Lord didn't even bother waiting for Severus's body to adapt to the intrusion, he pulled right back out and began ruthlessly thrusting. Severus cried out in pain, but Voldemort's hand covered his mouth, obstructing any sound from coming out. As soon as the angry hardness brushed Severus's prostate, the man was in heaven, and his cries of pain had turned to moans of pleasure. Voldemort continued going strong and rough, probably knowing how much Severus liked it that way.


When it was over, Voldemort was slumped across his husband's body, panting and sweaty. Severus's hands found their way to Voldemort's hair, twisting strands together absently. “I love you,” he murmured.


“I love you too,” Voldemort replied softly, and they were silent for a moment, reflecting on their relationship. Severus sighed.


“Is it wrong I prefer it when you're angry?”


Voldemort chuckled, all signs of his bad mood gone. “Not at all, love.”