The Dark Gryffindor

Sheherazade: Thanks for your review. In DH Harry said 'Voldemort' and the Snatchers came. It is likely they would have taken them to the death camps for muggleborns, if it had been a regular person, instead of the Chosen One. The Walpurgis Night won't exactly be Valerie passed around for sex.


Sjauthor: Thanks. It was dumb what she did.


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Continuation of….


Chapter Thirty-two: The Taboo


The silence permeated the room now that Voldemort wasn’t present. Valerie waited for Snape to speak. She wished he would yell or scream at her again but he did nothing of the sort.

Finally Valerie spoke first in a quizzical but objective wonder. “Why didn’t you overpower the Snatchers or ask them to leave?”

Snape gave her an incredulous look of blame. It was obvious he was still angry with her. He was shocked that Valerie had the nerve to ask him this, given the risk he had just taken for her.

“Your words were irrevocable. Meaning, inevitably this would return to the Dark Lord through the grapevine. The Snatchers would certainly tell the Death Eaters his name was said in my office.”

“Sir? I have another question…”

“What is it?” said Snape. He sounded weary. “If it’s a favour, the answer is no.”

“No, professor. I just was wondering what happens at Walpurgis Night?”

Snape’s face morphed into revulsion at the thought of the upcoming social event, in which Voldemort had ordained to be held at Malfoy Manor this year. “Many things…but always there is a ritualized orgy.”

“It’s amazing that he invited me. I feel like it’s an honour, sir.”

“Valerie, at the Dark Lord’s orgies it is never a good thing when he invites a woman. Whenever a woman is involved, it has always been just some whores, imperiused or otherwise that we play around with. Nothing more. Sometimes we are asked to kill them…I sincerely hope this isn’t his plan for you!”

Valerie couldn’t believe this, lest she go insane while waiting. But she was not happy to see the look of disgust etched on Snape’s face. She could tell he did not enjoy anything about the annual occasion of Walpurgis Night.

Snape stepped away from her suddenly. She watched him go behind his desk and retrieve the glistening ruby sword from its red velvet cushion. Of course, Valerie did not know it was the fake sword, and neither does Voldemort. Snape raised it and held it up to the meager candlelight on his desk, staring at it, transfixed in concentration. He was thinking about how he was going to get in the Lestranges’ vault. He knew the goblins and wizards running the place would authorize his presence, but he still needed to be as illusory as possible. It was not going to be easy.

“As you are aware, I have certain duties to fulfill…But understand once I return, you’re getting the caning of your life.”

Snape was so serious with his threat that Valerie felt her stomach contract and it was like she was getting sick with dread. “I know,” she answered in a tiny subdued voice, complexion turning to a tinge of bilious green. But she steeled herself courageously. “But sir, I’ve been Crucioed! Can you not go easier on me?!”

And now Snape was yelling again. “And so, I was Crucioed as well. You deserve a punishment from me. Not only did you say his name once, but even after I slapped you, you repeated the Taboo again. It’s all your doing that this happened!”

She nodded with whole-hearted agreement.

“You’ll wait here for when I get back – It will be quite a while before I accomplish the Dark Lord’s orders. Ample time to clean up this mess I should say. And after you do, you will wait some more, as you study your N.E.W.T.s.”

She nodded again. She realized this was going to be terrible anticipation, because she knew Snape was going to be his harshest whenever the time was that he returned.

Without looking at Valerie, Snape turned his back on her, edging swiftly towards the fireplace. He took a handful of the green glittering powder. “Gringotts Bank!” In a whirl of green fiery flames he departed.

Valerie was finally left alone for the evening. She hated how she had to wait here. But she had to agree as a pupil of his she deserved serious corporal punishment, and much worse than a mere spanking. Valerie, like Snape believed it was a necessary thing to inflict sometimes.

She spent over an hour rearranging the toppled tables, and reordering Snape’s papers that had been swept onto the floor by the Snatchers. But what disturbed her most of all and made her feel a pang of guilt was the fact that several of Dumbledore’s silver instruments were broken. She levitated the shards of broken pieces with her wand, settling them back on the tables.

Professor Snape did not return until one in the morning. By then Valerie was patiently scribbling away answers to N.E.W.T. questions with her quill. She looked up to see him arrive and then bent her head back down to her paper. She did not want to bother him, until he settled down.

He walked around the room, inspecting the damage, trying his best to conceal his irritation. He then sat back at his desk and seemingly ignored Valerie. He seemed too intent upon his books, but he was really only pretending to be.

“Did you manage to secure the sword?” Her voice was feeble and meek.

Snape nodded and finally stopped what he was doing to speak with her. “After much trial and error I managed to evade the goblins….The Dark Lord would have asked me to hide the sword at another time…Therefore, even if you hadn’t done what you did, he would have asked the same of me eventually. But that- that only makes me a tad less furious with you…”

Snape stared at her thoughtfully and Valerie only grew more nervous by it. “Now I haven’t ever given you a particular severe caning? Do you recall the first time you entered here when I was headmaster?”

Valerie couldn’t help but smile mischievously. “When you gave me a six of the best and I brazenly admitted how I secretly enjoyed the headmaster caning me? How could I not remember?!”

Snape didn’t smile but his lined features softened nostalgically. “Yes. That was with one of the lightest canes. But tonight that shall not be the case. ”

Snape rose suddenly and past his desk, he took Valerie’s arm and pulled her off the chair before she could do so herself.

“You have put my life, the headmaster of Hogwarts in danger, and you have put your life in jeopardy as well…I think it imperative that you are thoroughly punished. I’m afraid you’re in need of my harshest measures meted out. Akin to what I did to Mr. Bulstrode.”

“But sir! Please! I’m not as cruel as he! Please!” Valerie was now easily terrified. For she had already watched what a caning like that had done to the heartless boy. She was sure she couldn’t take it better.

Losing her trust in the process, Valerie wriggled herself free of Snape’s grip on her upper arms, but she only succeeded because he allowed her. She took instinctive steps back from him.

“No. I hope you never succumb to the cruelty that boy indulged in. But, I believe you are brave enough, and possess the fortitude to endure the same.”

“But why?” said Valerie close to tears. She felt like crying because it was almost like Snape wanted to chain her in the dungeons and whip her, what with the type of caning he was going to deliver!

“I only said his name. I swear I won’t utter it for as long as I live. I don’t need a caning like that. It was only a name. Only a name, it wasn’t that dangerous!”

And now Snape was getting riled up again. He raised his head, cold and appraisingly, staring down at Valerie, hooked nose a sloped bridge. His hands coiled behind his back and he boomed arrogantly, “You dare stand before me and claim it is not daft to use his name? Well then, it’s a belief I best beat out of you!”

Valerie gulped at the righteous words and stared up at his face in horror. She had only made him angrier.

“I am doing this to ensure you never, shall not ever say the Dark Lord’s name in future. Also to ensure that you never be tempted do something of a like nature.”

“Headmaster?”

“Yes, Valerie?”

“I just want to let you know I have the deepest respect for you. And-and I will forever be indebted to you for saving my life.”

Snape responded slowly. “I know you are sorry…However, you need to be taught a lesson…Go and bend over my desk.”

Feeling resigned to her fate; Valerie shrugged her shoulders and twitched her muscles to move back on the platform. “I- Does it really make sense to have to make it such a hard-“

“Valerie, this is rational. Believe me…you pull something like this again and hypothetically, let’s suppose I am discovered. I could be forced to kill you! Hopefully, a severe chastisement will make you remember to behave the way I’ve told you, girl…Now – over my desk.” The last few words were bellowed so obstinately, Valerie knew she had better not argue again. She hurried forward, and did her best to comply with the instruction.

She listened to Snape’s footsteps resounding away, undoubtedly going to the cabinet. She rested her left cheek against the cold surface, nuzzling it against the desk, as if for comfort. The palms of her sweating hands lay flat on top where she could see them in front of her.

The headmaster returned with the thickest rattan cane, weighing over twelve ounces. He grasped it in one hand. She heard a horrible hiss rent the air, as Snape tested it. The noise only frightened Valerie more.

“How many will I get, sir?” she asked, voice full of trembles, and her legs shook.

“Ten,” he said loudly. “I have decided upon ten. It would have been more if I had chosen to cane you earlier. As angry as I was then I was figuring on the full thirteen. But I have decided against it. With this news, I have a warning for you, young lady…If you do something reckless again, I will dole out even more strokes than the ten you will receive now. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir…”

Snape let the threat sink in for several seconds. Then he put a firm hand on her back. He bent down, robes whooshing pleasantly, tickling her ears. He looked at her, and she looked up, straight into his stern face. “I want this to hurt. Meaning, it shall be executed at my full intensity. No matter what your reaction.”

She shivered in the cool air at this ominous statement. Snape retreated backwards and stood back, looking on at her bared flesh presented before him. There were no marks from any past punishment.

Valerie felt a light tap at her backside and then a mighty thwack resounded onto her buttocks. She almost screamed at the force of the first stroke. The thought she had nine more to go was already unbearable. But before she could really think about her tingling backside, Snape was obviously waiting to hear her count it.

“One, sir.”

Again and again she felt the excruciating blows. By the time six had been doled out, she bucked the table, desperately wanting to get up and beg for his forgiveness. But she knew that would only earn her extra cuts, plus a spell to keep her stuck in position. She didn't want him to use magic. She wanted to do this, at least having the dignity of knowing it was her will, and not his. She must prove she was consenting to it.

At one point, on the seventh stroke, Valerie screamed one piercing shriek. She gasped and managed to remember how many they had progressed to. “Seven, sir.”

By the eighth, her weight had finally given way. She wasn’t crying but she felt she could no longer have her legs support her upper torso against the desk.

She moaned in misery and heard a crashing crack hit her again. “Eight, sir!” Somehow, she remained bent over, whilst a raging inferno attacked her backside.

Another tap on her backside and Valerie felt a whoosh. Not outside, but inside her head. She was lightheaded. Again there was a stinging blow, and Valerie could not think to answer with the tally.

Snape decided, although he had been merciless with his blows, he would not admonish her for forgetting to count the ninth stroke.

“Only one more,” he announced.

Snape raised the cane and brought it down for one final impact in the sensitive spot where the buttocks meet the thighs. Finally, a sob broke free of Valerie and Snape let her lay there in her suffering. She was not even sure if he had finished.

The headmaster stood back to stare at it, almost admiring his work. Valerie’s skin was inlaid with crisscrossing red stripes as well as an additional one completely on the back of her thighs. Every single cut had bled very lightly and her buttocks were completely red.

“Good…Get yourself together and then turn around and face me.”

Once she heard it, she felt an incredible sense of relief that it really was over. She managed to pull her tights up, cringing at the ripping feelings on her flesh. She turned around to see Snape, still holding the cane.

“There will be no essence of murtlap treatments. I want the pain of sitting to be your constant reminder of what a rash decision it was when you dared speak the Taboo. I had repeatedly told you to never say the Dark Lord’s name. Perhaps I should have explained the disastrous repercussions, but unfortunately I thought you knew them.

"Put this away for me.”

He held out the cane to her and in mixtures of awe and horror Valerie held the very thing that had just struck her.

She went to the cabinet to return it, carefully placing it on a hook next to the assortment of lesser canes. Meanwhile, she tried mentally to resist the urge to rub her behind. She sincerely hoped she never gave him a good reason to use that cane again. It felt like she had been dying. And now, it was still stinging slightly.

She returned to stand in front of Snape, now at his desk. He wasn’t looking at her. “Remember to be dressed in black robes for the occasion.”

“Yes, sir….May I sleep with you tonight?”

He paused, apparently in contemplation of the idea.

"Please...I want to be with you," she argued with affection.

“I suppose so…You have already been punished…I suppose I can forget this and move on. But YOU will do well not to forget.”

“I won’t forget the l-lesson, sir. I’m sorry I put you in danger, professor. Please forgive me.”

Snape stood up and looked at her, trying hard not to smile. “I already do…”

They went upstairs together, not to sleep, but rather to regenerate their lustful awakenings first.


NOTE: Please review. The next chapters will be much more horrific. But I promise there will be something sweet and romantic, much later.