The Pureblood Coup

Sheherazade: Yes it will all work out, and not meaning happily. Well, who would think this is a happy story? LOL. Anyway, Lucius does have a lot to be mad about…Let’s see…his real wand is wrecked, his house taken over by LV, his house getting trashed at the party, the prank Draco played (which he heard of), Bella recently raping him, his wife slapping him and angry at him night before the party, LV threatening not to let Draco return to Hogwarts AND finally Voldemort about to fuck Narcissa.


Blood_Red_Eyes: Thanks for your review. I can now promise you that Bella/Voldemort will get it right near the end. It’s not a big drawn out deal like it will be for Cissy, but Bella will have some.


Continuation of....


Chapter Eleven: Young Lust


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Several minutes later, it was quiet inside a nearly deserted billiard room, in which only three people remained. Even the wind chime music had stopped playing.

Severus Snape plodded heavily over to one of the roulette tables, the one where a mass of galleons lay upon it. His black eyes scanned it momentarily and then at the smaller pile he hissed, “Evanesco…” At the prodding of his wand, all of Fenrir Greyback’s golden galleons chips that had been laid out on the table before disappeared.

Without another glance he turned away from the spot, and went towards the direction of Greyback at the other end of the width of the billiard room. But then abruptly he stopped. He was sure he heard someone stir in the shadows.

In haste, Snape turned around, raising his wand high, using the Four-Point Spell nonverbally to guide him to the exact location of the disturbance. All he found was another Death Eater still standing in the billiard room. Yaxley emerged forward and went over to the remaining pile of gold that had been his money laid out before. Glaring at Snape, he coveted it and started throwing handfuls back into the deep pockets of his robes.

As he did so, Yaxley glared reproachfully at Snape, as if he were thinking Snape might want to steal it.

Snape saw the bitter attitude, but said nothing. He walked back towards the roulette table, closer to Yaxley and further from Greyback, the light from the Four-Point Spell still shining from the tip of his wand.

He stopped his trek, ending his heavy measured footsteps. Snape pressed his hands onto the surface of the roulette table, his demeanor composed.

“Letting a werewolf get you riled up…One would expect more control, Yaxley. Giving him such attention, just gave him the satisfaction. You should have ignored him.”

The enmity between the two could not have been plainer, Yaxley's face contorted and he screeched in defence of himself, “He was a cheating filthy piece of scum who tried to swindle me Snape!”

It was loud enough for anyone to hear in the room but Greyback at the other end was passed out from his drunken state.

Snape smiled meanly. “You’re nothing but a maverick, Yaxley.”

“What are you getting at Snape?,” replied Yaxley, reckless in his query. He looked at Snape, glaringly, sizing him up, in which Yaxley was an inch or so taller than Snape.

“Your the type who uses his position to infiltrate, like you did getting through the senior ranks of the ministry. It is what makes you a maverick. Yet you will never make it the top ranks in the Death Eaters, Yaxley."

“You may not consider me an equal Snape. But let me remind you: I’m a spy just like you. I worked hard to make the transfer of power happen inside the government. Am I not the one who got the Dark Lord’s coup going? The one who placed the initial prolonged Imperius Curse? I set the catalyst for the rest of the Department Heads getting Imperiused by Thickness! And now the Dark Lord’s made me an interrogator for the new order….So don’t tell me I’m not important! I may have witnessed you killing Dumbledore, but I can see you’re a spy and you know what Snape? Sometimes I wonder for which side you are on....”

Snape’s face slackened and whitened and his hands curled into fists at his sides. Before he could speak though, Yaxley had lunged at him. Instinctively, Snape responded raising his wand, aiming it straight at Yaxley’s throat. There past a calculating look in Snape’s black eyes. He looked at his other empty hand, long fingers spread, and then with it, grabbed Yaxley by the lining of his ceremonial robes, pulling him up off the floor.

“Are you threatening me, Yaxley?” breathed Snape.

Yaxley murmured in a low voice, “More warning you like…” Gathering his courage Yaxley steeled his insides adding, “Well, yes, I suppose I am....You may have killed the Dark Lord’s only barrier to his autonomy, but I will go further!”

Snape let out a skeptical sneer from his hooked nose and then said quietly, “You don’t want me as your enemy, Yaxley.”

Yaxley looked frightened but he managed to mostly hide his fear, “Get your hands off me...I’m Head of Magical Law Enforcement!”

Snape did not free Yaxley from his grip.

“And I am Headmaster of Hogwarts, and let us not forget, the Dark Lord’s right hand man, so if I were you, I wouldn't dare to imply sending some ministry official to arrest Headmaster Snape. Your situation, remains tied to the fact that you are...but perhaps in the middle of the grand echelon, Yaxley? Your problem is you refuse to subsume yourself to perfect obedience. You must understand that to succeed you act like you live only to serve him.”

“I’m subsuming myself where I want to be! One day I’ll be you Severus Snape and you’ll probably be dead!,” said Yaxley enthused at the thought of Snape dead.

Snape ignored this and looked apprasingly at Yaxley. He said coolly, “Did YOU seek out the Dark Lord after he had vanished?”

“You didn’t do so either, did you Snape?....Thought him finished, didn’t you?” accused Yaxley intelligently, quick on the uptake, and not the least bit humbled by the fact that he had ignored his Mark burn that June day in 1995. “Well, I thought the same.”

“Liar,” condemned Snape. “Let me remind you, Yaxley. You have done nothing. You were not rewarded for your efforts like the Lestranges, the Crouches or even Wormtail was. It all means the Dark Lord does not hold you in the esteem your merely hoping for. I meanwhile - have proved myself, far beyond any of the others.”

Yaxley scoffed, “Either way, nobody trusts you, Snape. There’s something fishy about the way you talk of the Order of the Phoenix.…And I have news for you Snape, I am a Legilimens too, as well as an excellent liar.”

Snape was not incsensed but plunged on with his own thoughts, not harrowed by Yaxley’s jibe's, "As I recall from the others' tales of that graveyard in Little Hangleton, you did not answer the call at his rebirthing either. Not one of his most loyal and devout followers are you?"

Yaxley now was really ticked off. “Times have changed Snape. There is something major in it for me, and for my Pure-blood dynasty, the Yaxleys. What are you but a lonely Half-blood Snape? I’ve heard all the jokes....How you used to love a silly girl, a Mudblood. Lucius and I had a laugh, but it’s all old hat now. Who was the girl, Snape?”

“None of your business Yaxley,” retorted Snape, now looking truly angry himself and feeling he was on the verge of losing control, a vein was popping on his temple. He hated that word “Mudblood”, but to use it against him, in the context of the greatest loss of his life?! “I suppose you’ll enjoy interrogating the...the Muggle-borns, won’t you?”

“I will,” said Yaxley harshly, and a smile passed briefly on his brutal face. As an afterthought Yaxley added cleverly, “You did not see his resurrection either.”

“You ignoramus man! Don’t talk about what you don’t understand!" And now Snape was letting his fury show, his usually stable emotions losing balance, spittle flew from his mouth. "For your information, I exonerated myself. The Dark Lord granted clemency for my absence.” And Snape’s face looked as white as a ghost.

Yaxley said, “As long as I’m around, your position within the Death Eaters is not safe. Expect me to interfere sometime.”

Snape seemed to gather his thoughts as he watched Yaxley depart, who left on his own accord.

Then he turned his back and went towards the werewolf. He did the counter-spell of Incarcerous and Greyback’s bonds snapped free.

“Ennervate!,” said Snape. It was the spell used to bring someone out of the slightly unconscious state.

Greyback came back to awareness. He took a breath and then his rough hands went to his head, feeling it. He muttered, “What the hell? Where is my hair? What the hell happened?”

But then he felt the beak for a mouth and remembered.

Snape did not answer, but threw Greyback’s wand at him. Greyback caught it, easily. “You ought not to use it for the rest of the night, if you’ve got any brains in there,” muttered Snape.

Greyback was still struggling to undo the transfiguration and merely nodded stupidly, as he pointed his wand at himself. Apparently Draco had a talent, for Greyback was unable to find a way to remove the vulture form.

Snape did not have the heart to remove the vulture visage, but watched amusedly.

"That beak will function as a muzzle. Don't even bother biting someone....A transfigured mouthpiece is not the same as your actual mouth, and therefore does not produce the same effect as your actual bite, meaning you cannot infect anyone with Lyncanthropy, Greyback.

“Come.... We’re supposed to convene up in the main hall,” said Snape coldly to Greyback and he followed him out the billiard room.


Note: I have always had an intuition on Yaxley’s character. One gets the feeling in Chapter one of DH, that Yaxley is competing with Snape to gain Voldemort’s higher favour. I also get the feeling Yaxley is a wily, Gryffindor. Evil, though…Should have been a Slytherin, but as a youth was put in Gryffindor. I do not believe his family, although Pure-blood was from the supremacists, though he himself embraced it in the First War. Still too young to really prove himself, then. Now he believes he is getting his chance. I felt it essential to add this little confrontation, despite it having no repercussions in the plot. I felt it should happen and I wanted to show it. It is still interesting as it gives us more Snape time and we see some of Yaxley’s justifications for joining the Death Eaters.