The Dark Gryffindor

Sheherazade: Thanks for the review. I do feel like I’m chronicling Voldemort’s entire life at times. Yet I have no desire to really do that.


Sjauthor: I understand if you could not take the brutality. It's over now though.


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Chapter Thirty-six: Nursing Dark Wounds


For a reason Valerie could not understand, Voldemort was not permitting anybody near the drawing room. Therefore she and Snape did not have the convenience to depart through the only Floo activated fireplace in the manor house.

Light spilled down the narrow gravel driveway through the ajar front door. Snape took a deep breath, feeling as if he were about to perform a great feat. For at the end of the driveway just beyond the iron barred gate were droves and droves of dementors.

He looked at Valerie who was smiling vaguely. It hadn’t been such a bad night for her. Snape was relieved she hadn’t been raped. She was still completely his then. This thought made him smile and yet he feared the harsh reality of the dementors ahead. He was sure he couldn’t conjure a patronus at the moment.

He bent down and brushed his lips against Valerie’s ear tickling her. She shivered and it wasn’t the cold presence of the dementors that made her do so.

“Can you?” he asked her tensely.

By now they were so very entangled as a couple that it took very few words to get across what was meant.

“Yes, Severus,” she answered stoically. Valerie’s hard staring blue eyes fixed firmly on the path ahead. She was sure she could conquer the obstacle. Deep down Valerie understood that something in Snape made him fear that he had not the strength to go on. It was true he probably couldn’t conjure the patronus to pass those awful cloaked wards at the moment and Snape knew he couldn't anyway just in case Voldemort saw. In fact, on second thought even his friend Lucius couldn't witness it.

Snape felt a hand on his shoulder from behind. He turned abruptly to see Lucius, also smiling. “Take care, Severus…And my farewell to Valerie as well.”

“Thank-you Lucius. I do appreciate that gesture of kindness.”

Lucius stared at Snape’s unsmiling visage and together they sighed. They both knew it had not been an easy night for either of them. And now Voldemort was busy ruminating in the drawing room. He had told them he could not be disturbed. His rather poor explanation was that his solace was absolutely necessary if they were going to win the war.

“You’re a good man, Severus…I’m glad you’re really on our – my side. I think I need you in my corner. Good night!”

Snape nodded and turned to Valerie. Arm in arm the couple strode down the narrow strip of the driveway. Lucius was actually caring enough to watch his friend and make sure he and also Valerie made it safely off the property.

Valerie had her wand out now and kept her eyes fixated on what lay ahead. At least the light spilling from the front door provided illumination to see what was happening.

“Ready to cast your patronus Valerie?”

She nodded firmly.

“Good….Once you do it, I will disapparate us.”

“Yes, s-. Severus.” Once again, she almost slipped and said ‘sir.’ She had become so accustomed to call him it over the preceding months and what was more, Snape had such a commanding demeanour that she felt like she must always obey his orders with formalities.

But now she forced the thought out of her head and focused on the task before her.

The gate opened as Snape heralded to it, arm going robotically up in the air to reveal his Dark Mark. The dementors at the perimeter of the property swarmed around them as soon the doors unhinged, spreading out to what lay ahead.

“Expecto patronum!” shrilled Valerie. Snape meanwhile was shaking. He had his own wand out, and with the other arm kept around Valerie.

Snape watched for a tenuous second to see Valerie’s patronus bedazzle them with silvery light before their eyes adjusted. It was true she had already told him what it was weeks ago when she first learned to do it in Dumbledore's Army. But he had never seen the beauty of her raven patronus before with his own eyes. The wings of a mighty raven bird spread and the dementors in their heavy cloaked forms drooped out of sight.

Valerie kept her patronus going as they walked down the road to where the apparition spot was. The dementors followed but were unable to penetrate the light.

Before Valerie knew it, Snape who was closing his eyes in concentration, had disapparated the both of them.

“OUCH! Arrgh!” screamed Valerie the moment they arrived. She was in agony and she clutched her chest as if mortally wounded.

Snape looked at her chest and almost laughed. His eyes sparkled maliciously and a smile twisted his mouth.

“Splinch yourself?”

Valerie scowled at his obvious delight and answered, “Yes, and it hurts like hell! Help me!”

Snape allowed himself one more second to drink in the sight of Valerie with half a chest poking out of her corset beneath her robes. Then he held tight to her again and they were gone in a whirl, back to the road that led to Malfoy Manor.

The dementors were still present but somewhere off in the dark. The dementors were luckily unable to make it to their exact location immediately.

At the exact spot they had just left, Snape bent down on the ground and snatched the piece of Valerie left behind. Gingerly he held the cumbersome piece of her in his hand. It wobbled and he noticed that like a fish out of water it could easily flop out of his hand. He had no choice, therefore than to hold it tightly, as he held the rest of Valerie, his other hand looped on her arm.

They both returned to the outskirts of Hogsmeade village.

“Hurry – Severus there are even more dementors here I think.”

But Snape nodded and said; “We still have time…”

He held Valerie’s loose appendage that still had a metal cap inserted into the areola. He couldn’t help but find it was slightly pleasurable for him to give the freed breast a squeeze. He would never get to squeeze it that hard if it was on her.

She detected his pleasure and hissed, “Do you know how to reattach that?”

“Yes. With a simple transfiguration spell.”

The breast attached to her chest once again, and Valerie felt it with her hands. It seemed to be as good as it ever was. She breathed a sigh of relief.

“At least you didn’t lose what that witch Nymphadora used to joke about to the Order.”

“What?”

“Your buttocks! Or maybe just one buttock. But I don’t think that’s likely…They don’t hang as lose as these…”

Teasingly, Snape poked at her chest.

“Hey! Come on! Severus don’t you want to get out of here?”

Snape nodded and they went onward into the night. Valerie had to cast her patronus once again because dementors were everywhere guarding both Hogsmeade and Hogwarts.

After a few minutes of skidding on the dirt road through the windy night, Snape’s weight was sagging under her as they walked arm in arm.

“Are you tired, Severus?”

“Yes. I don’t feel well. I'm afraid I'm not at all well, Valerie.”

They continued to walk down the straight road that led from the village to the school as they spoke.

“Why?”

“I don’t know…The night’s events has weakened me I suppose…I am so sick of the Dark Lord’s sense of humour…” This was true and it was also the dementors having an effect on him. As one patronus was not enough to stop the hundreds that encircled the road beyond the patronus.

Snape coughed hoarsely and Valerie pushed him along, practically dragging him now.

After what seemed like forever they arrived in front of Hogwart’s gates. Luckily it was the wee hours of the morning and not a single soul saw them as they traipsed to the seventh floor corridor. During which they did not say a single word to each other.

Valerie looked to Snape when they got to the gargoyles. The stone enclosure sprung open without the password, as it is made specially to do for the current headmaster. Snape’s sallow complexion looked even paler than usual.

They got inside the office and Valerie helped guide him up the stairs. To Snape it was eerily disconcerting as well as discordant to not hear the buzzing mechanical sound of Dumbledore's whirring instruments. It was no longer present because Snatchers had ransacked the room nearly two weeks ago when Valerie said the Taboo.

“Severus – Should I get you Madam Pomfrey?” Valerie was close to tears. There was a look of great anxiety upon her and she swallowed hard.

“No!…You will do fine, Valerie. I’m sure you can take care of me. Can’t you?”

He looked at her pleadingly. “Yes, I can.”

And Snape sat on the edge of his bed and bowed his head.

“Tonight was horrible…I’ll let you know Valerie, that I am sick of pretending. I hated watching innocent people die for one heartless cruel man….This genius, the Dark Lord. Yes, I do have some respect for him. This is because he is the greatest Dark Wizard of all time. I hate watching this all, not only doing nothing to save anyone, but having to act like I enjoy it!”

“I know. It is horrible. That’s how I felt when we watched the Snatchers take the children to the Death Camps when we were at Spinner’s End.”

Snape did not seem to hear. Valerie noticed his complexion had a hint of green in it now.

“Get me the bedpan pan at once!”

Valerie jumped to retrieve it. Just as Snape coughed up a load of bile, it barely made it into the bedpan. Chunks of the remnants from the banquet were what it appeared to be.

Exhausted Snape gave out heaving breaths. Valerie was shocked to see he was crying. Tears rolled down his face.

“Those bodies was truly from something like a nightmare. I didn’t like it either Severus! And I had to go in the water, the bloodied water with them!”

And Snape reeled again, more contents from his stomach being upended into the bedpan held between his knees. His head keeled over into the bedpan, a little ashamed to be crying.

Valerie felt like she could cry too. She felt like she was up to the point where she almost understood Severus’s pain. She stroked his back as he vomited more. And then she held his head against her chest, and Snape cried in Valerie’arms. For a long moment she held him, until he gathered himself together again.

“I think you need a medicinal potion.”

Snape wiped his face with the back of his before speaking again. “Yes, please. Go over to my workstation…get me the green bottle next to the box of scurvy grass.”

Valerie returned from the workstation to find Snape eased back on the pillows of the bed, sitting up and looking a little better. Valerie went over to the bedpan now on the floor. She bent down and with her wand siphoned the acidic liquid that Snape had vomited up. Once all the remains had disappeared into oblivion, she took the spoon and poured a tablespoon of black liquid from the bottle, which had the St. Mungo's insignia clearly labeled on it.

Snape opened his mouth and let Valerie serve it to him. He swallowed.

She waited a moment to see if the potion would work. “Feeling better Severus?”

“Yes. But there is something that would make me feel much better. Perhaps-”

But Snape didn’t need to tell her. For at once, Valerie responded placing herself on top of him at the bed. She kissed him, holding his face with fingertips tracing the almost completely shaven sideburns.

And Valerie continued kissing, yet it wasn’t the most pleasant space to rest her body against all those gold medallions still on his chest. Snape made hardly a move though and did not care to take off the uniform. He was going to let her comfort him and remain stationary.

That was fine with her. She knelt between his parted legs and kissed his hands. She pulled up the sleeve of his left arm. She found the black tattoo of a skull and a serpent leading to the end of his left wrist.

She held it in her hands. “I shall comfort you tonight. Relieve you of any wounds you may suffer from this.”

And with a delicacy however, still containing her zest she kissed his Dark Mark.

“Thank-you for your sympathy. Yes, that can feel like a wound at times.”

And Snape hitched back his robes. “Why not put your lips around this, Valerie? Please, nothing could relax me more at the moment.”

He expected her to be annoyed at this. But Valerie grinned. “With enthusiasm I shall do it, Severus!”

She knelt down and with loving hands stroked him below. At the same time, she put her mouth to his member. For minutes she licked, stroked and sucked with a fervor, doing her best to give him the best oral sex he’d ever had.

Snape seemed comforted by it, and remained lying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling peacefully. Valerie realized how old he was and how very tired. She knew he wasn’t up for anymore tonight.

She came up for air and looked into his face smiling mischievously, eyes sparkling. “Mhhmm…That was good Severus. You never tasted better…certainly got the taste of that shit out from before. I can't believe I ate muggle body parts! But you’re…you're delicious Severus!”

Snape laughed and beckoned at her to continue. Snape held her with his member inside her throat for several minutes, his hands resting on her back, and he pushed her forward, pushing it against the base of her throat a little harder as if to remind her he was still the dominant one in the relationship. A little while later they finally went to bed. Lucky for them, tomorrow was Saturday.


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