Life Begins Anew

A/N Graphic torture and murder and rape.

Chapter 55 The Order Falls to Ashes

Severus changed his clothes to that of mugggle attire and waited for Draco to do the same. Draco looked to his godfather with trepidation as he waited for direction.

He grabbed the young wizard’s arm while turning in place and Apparated to a side alley located in the seedier side of London.

“You need to learn to be in control of your actions and step up and complete any task that the Dark Lord gives you. He decided not to punish you as I had an unbreakable vow forced upon me by your mother to complete the task given to you should you fail.”

Severus grabbed the young wizard’s shoulder, forcing the boy to look to him. “I don’t know what happened to you Draco. You used to be so cold and calculating. The Draco from start of term needs to be here, at this moment in time. I will not be able to save you the next time you fail our Dark Lord’s command!”

“Professor Sara healed me of the years of darkness I had when I trained in the Dark Arts with father. And Hermione Granger. She became my friend even after the attempt on her life and the years of verbal abuse she endured from me. I am a changed wizard Godfather.” Draco miserably replied.

Severus sighed. “Yes she tends to do that to dark, angsty wizards. She has changed me as well. But I have been in this game for too long Draco. She has mostly healed my soul, but I know the part that I have to play. And you will learn your part today.”

He looked at the wizards fine muggle apparel approvingly. “Your dress should cause an attempted mugging as you walk in this area. No one in these parts dress like you. You will kill the first muggle that attempts to steal from you.”

Severus tapped his wand to his head and faded away. “Start walking. I will be here if needed.”

Draco tucked his wand up his sleeve as he nervously began to walk down the alley.

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Arthur and Molly Weasley looked to the arriving train with excitement. The holidays are always a happy time for them, the family together and enjoying the build up to Christmas.

They watched their daughter jump down from the train as it slowed to stop. Their alarm grew as they noticed her distraught face and tears as she ran to her father and grabbed him, sobbing hysterically.

“Ginny what’s wrong?” Arthur asked in alarm. He caught “Voldemort, Death Eaters, and muggle- born” between her sobs.

Molly forced her daughter to look at her. “Slowly Ginny. Take a breath. What has happened?”

“Voldemort stopped the train Mum! He forced us off the train and made us watch as he tortured and killed the two Aurors assigned to look after the muggle- borns in the last carriage. It was horrible. And Snape! He was one of the Death eaters present along with Bellatrix LeStrange. They were masked but I know those voices.” Ginny tried to control her sobbing as she continued. “When we got back on the train and it started to move again, I went to the last carriage. Mum, all the muggle-borns were gone!”

Molly became alarmed. “Where are Ron and Harry?”

Ginny looked to her mum and wailed out. “They were in the last carriage. They always travel with Hermione!” She fell to the ground sobbing uncontrollably.

Arthur looked up to the train, noticing no one else had exited. “Molly, stay with Ginny. I need to go to the train.”

Arthur ran to the first compartment and entered, noticing the students sobbing uncontrollably. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at his neck and stated “Sonorous” “I am Arthur Weasley and I work for the Ministry of Magic. Remain in the train. You are safe here and soon I will have the Department of Magical Law Enforcement here.” He went to each carriage repeating the same message.

He left the train noticing that a large group of parents surrounded around Molly and her daughter. Most had heard his daughter’s hysterical words and were demanding to see their children.

“Silence!” Arthur shouted. “I am going to the Ministry to get help and try to figure out what has happened. Be patient! I will come back shortly!”

He turned and apparated off the platform to his house, grabbing the floo powder, shouting “Ministry of Magic!” stepping into the green flame. He ran to the Auror division office and burst into Kingsley’s office, noticing Kingsley writing up a report.

The auror looked to him in surprise as Arthur shouted out. “Voldemort attacked the Hogwart’s Express and every muggle- born witch and wizard is missing, including Harry Potter and my son!” He fell to the floor panting.

Kingsley left the wizard, rounding up every available auror and sending them to the train. He hurriedly told Pius Thickneese, Head of Law Enforcement what was going on, getting permission to investigate. He ran back to his office and addressed the panting wizard. “Go to the Minister and inform him of what has happened. Tell him that I am investigating!” Kingsley left his office not waiting for a reply.

Arthur picked himself up and hurried to the Minister’s office as his secretary looked to him and stated. “The Minister wishes not to be disturbed today.”

He ignored her as he knocked on the office door and waited for a reply. Not hearing a response, Arthur opened the door finding the bloodied, headless, and obviously tortured body of the Minister on the floor in front of his desk.

The secretary followed him and upon seeing the body promptly screamed and fainted.

Merlin help us all! He thought as he left to get back to the train.

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Daily Prophet Reporter Rita Skeeter watched the chaos at the platform with glee as twenty aurors appeared and began to take control of the situation. She turned to her photographer. “Start taking pictures!” She snapped to him as she hurriedly began speaking as her dicto-quill began to write.

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Arthur Weasley arrived back at the platform and caught his wife’s eyes as he went to look for Kingsley. He found him interviewing a sobbing witch and approached. “I hate to interrupt but I must speak with you!” Touching the auror’s back.

Kingsley looked to the wizard irritated that he had been disrupted and saw the distress in his friend’s eyes.

Kingsley turned his attention to the young witch. “Is there anything else you can tell me?” He softly asked the distressed witch.

“No Auror Shacklebot.” She softly replied.

“Go to your parents then Linda. Everything will be fine. I promise you that you are not in danger.” He patted her on the back, watching the young witch as she left the carriage.

Kingsley looked to Arthur waiting for him to speak.

“Kingsley, I went to the Minister’s office and I found his body on the floor. He was minus his head and the body…..” He shuddered. “The secretary followed me Kingsley. She fainted and I left her there.”

Kingsley looked to the distressed wizard. “Plan 1A is in effect. Good luck.” Kingsley looked to him somberly as he left to meet his division chief.

Arthur joined his sobbing wife and daughter, wrapping his arms around them. “Everything will be fine. Harry, Ron and Hermione are with the muggle-borns. If Voldemort killed them, then he would be out in the open publically announcing his victory over Harry. Somehow, they escaped and are in the woods somewhere. They are resourceful Molly and that is what we must remember to get us through this.”

Meanwhile, Kingsley entered The Head of Magical Law Enforcement office and addressed his boss. He had wondered about his appointment to the office but had to admit to himself that he was one of the best aurors, despite his lack of tenure. “Pius, the Minister is dead. The body is in his office. His secretary saw the body and fainted.”

Pius Thickneese jumped up and hurriedly left his office, indicating that the auror should follow him. They entered the Mister’s office, noticing the secretary was sitting in a chair sobbing quietly.

Pius looked down at the body on the floor, shocked at the abused state of the body. The Minister was obviously tortured horribly before he died.

He kneeled in front of the sobbing secretary. “Mavis, look at me.” Pius pointed his wand at her and whispered “Obliviate” and began to remove all memories of discovering the body of the Minister. He replaced those with a memory of finding the Minister at his desk, slouched down unmoving and a Ministry healer telling her that his heart stopped working.

Kingsley looked to his Head with shock at the use of an Unforgivable. “Pius, have you lost your mind?!”

Pius looked to the shocked auror. “I hate to do it, but we must cover this up. What would the Wizarding world think about its government if it was known that even the Minister of Magic is not safe from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? It would be thrown into chaos, leading to a takeover. It is for the best Kingsley.”

Kingsley sighed. He knew the wizard was right. They began to spin the story and plan a burial.

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Rita had seen enough as she Apparated to the Daily Prophet to submit her story. She ran to her editor, tugging her photographer along with her. “Chief, I think we will have an additional issue today!”

Her editor looked to her as he took the photographs and looked at them a moment, eyes wide with shock. He then read her story and looked to her. “Is this true?”

Rita looked to her editor with excitement. This was her biggest break. “It is.”

The editor bellowed to his copy boy. “Run this now as an additional issue!”

A Ministry owl landed at the editor’s desk and held out its leg. The editor took the parchment off and the owl flew away. He read the parchment and bellowed out “Stop the press copy boy! We have additional news to include!”

Her editor looked into her excited eyes. “We must rewrite your story Rita. The Minister of Magic is dead. His heart stopped beating and a healer confirmed it. Curious the timing you must admit.”

“Are you going to accuse He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named for the death?” She asked.

“Merlin no Rita!” The editor exclaimed. “But we will point out the timing.”

They sat together and began writing, adding the news of the Minister’s death within her story.

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The young wizard noticed a couple approach him in the alley.

“Well, who do we have here Jaz?” The man addressed his partner.

The woman laughed. “Someone who is lost Jake. Maybe we should help him.”

Draco looked to the man and woman. “I want no trouble here. I am on my way out.” He nervously told the pair.

He watched them as they draw their knives out. “We will be happy to help you on your way, but first give us your money.” Jaz cut a button off her victim’s suit with her knife.

Draco drew his wand out and pointed it to them. “Cut another one and I will kill you! I have no money on me.” Draco told them.

“Ah, he suspects our business Jaz.” Jake laughed. “You look like you have a few quid on you mate. Give it to us, and we will leave you. Your stick will not help you as we have very sharp knives.”

Draco pooled up his anger at the attitude of the muggles wanting to harm him. “Avada Kedevra!” He shouted, green light shooting from the wand, felling the muggle man.

Jaz looked to her partner on the ground, noticing his lifeless eyes and started to back away. “What are you?!” She shouted.

Draco felt his soul tear as he murdered the muggle and replied. “You picked the wrong one to mug today.” He felt his Mark fiercely burn and sank to the ground. Voldemort wanted his appearance immediately.

Jaz immediately started to attack the wizard rushing at him with her knife, not seeing the red light shoot from nowhere, freezing her into place.

“You are lucky my dear as we have other pressing business.” A man appeared out of nowhere pointing a similar stick at her. She heard the disdain in his voice.

Jaz looked at the angry tall man with a hooked nose and greasy black hair address her.

“Enjoy your respite from death and I suggest you change your ways. I will be back.” The stranger coldly chuckled.

She watched as the older man grabbed the younger man’s arm and disappeared.

Jaz felt herself able to move and checked on Jake. He was dead.

She rushed away from the body of her partner running up the alley. Maybe it was time to get some help for the drug addiction that Jake forced upon her. She knew that she was going crazy. She must be hallucinating. People did not just go and disappear. And light never killed anyone.

Severus and Draco appeared before Voldemort heads bowed.

“My Lord, I apologize for our dress. I felt the urgency of your call and arrived right away. We were in a training scenario in muggle London.”

Voldemort’s cold red eyes looked to Draco as he entered his mind, seeing the young wizard kill a muggle as his call interrupted the murder of another muggle.

“You are forgiven.” Voldemort flicked his wand at them and they were in the proper dress of a Death eater.

Draco used all his Occlumency skills. He had felt remorse at the killing and wanted to hide it.

They watched their Lord press his wand against his mark, calling the remainder of his Inner Circle, dark forms immediately bowing at their arrival. Voldemort frown when he noticed one was missing. “Arise my faithful Knights.”

“Severus, tell me who are the current officers of The Order of the Phoenix.” The Dark Lord asked as he observed him. This should quell any doubts that he had about the dark wizard.

“Certainly my Lord!” Severus reverently replied. “Minerva McGonagall, Kingsley Shacklebot, the Weasley parents, Remus Lupin,Nympodora Tonks, Mad Eye Moody and of course myself.”

“No others Severus?” Voldemort asked.

“None that I know of my Lord.”

“Severus, stay here. Inner Circle, gather these witches and wizards and bring them to me. Sara, you get McGonagall as you are the only one able to do so.” He watched as the Inner Circle disappeared.

The Inner Circle disappeared as Voldemort thought about his missing wizard.

Suddenly Lucius appeared, bowing immediately and holding a copy of The Daily Prophet. “My Lord I know I am late, but this just came out!”

“Rise Lucius!” He stood up and handed the Dark Lord the newspaper.

Voldemort looked at the headline. “Hogwarts Express Attacked, Muggle-Borns Missing and Minister of Magic Dead.”

He read the article, chuckling. “Hmmm Rita Skeeter watching the arrival of the Hogwart’s Express? Lucius! Bring the editor and Ms. Skeeter here. Put them into a room together. I will call for them shortly. Do not harm them.”

“Your will My Lord!” Lucius replied as he went to fulfill his task.

Sara arrived at the castle and Apparated to the Headmistress chambers.

Minerva looked up at the witch’s sudden appearance. “Sara! What brings you here?” The Headmistress nervously asked.

Sara looked to her coldly. “You have an invitation from the Dark Lord.”

Minerva looked to the empty portrait of Dumbledore. “He is still not here. Are you still loyal Sara?” The old witch asked of her.

“I am Minerva, but I have no choice in this. The Order will fall. Are you ready to accept the Veil?” Sara asked.

“I am. I am glad that it is you gathering me Sara. It makes going to my Bonded so much easier.”

Sara looked to the Headmistress as she approached her. “I promise that I will make it quick for you if I am chosen to kill you.”

Minerva looked to the portraits in her office. “You will not breathe a word of this. If He-Who-is Not-To-Be-Named is unsuccessful, then you can tell the next Headmaster or Headmistress of this school. Understand?”

The portraits nodded in understanding as the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black stated. “Good Luck Minerva. And if not, I wish a quick death for you and look forward to your portrait.”

Minerva did not say a word as she walked around the desk to join Sara. “Take me now Sara.” She quietly stated.

Sara grabbed the witch’s arm, impressed at her acceptance as she held her wand to the witch’s throat and Apparated.

Sara was the first of the Inner Circle to bring her victim. “My Lord my task is complete.”

“Release her Sara.” Voldemort commanded.

“As you willl My Lord.” Sara replied as she withdrew her wand. Voldemort motioned for her to join him.

“Well, Headmistress McGonagall. Soon you will have a few friends join you.” He darkly chuckled.

Soon his hall filled with the officers of the Order as Voldemort walked among them. “Minerva McGonagall considered a hard professor but yet loved by all.”

“Kingsley Shacklebot and Nymphodora Tonks. Aurors in the Ministry of Magic and against me.” Voldemort spoke as he walked to the next.

“Ah, Arthur and Molly Weasley. Purebloods so interested in the muggle way! So good of you to join me.” He laughed as the couple hugged one another. He pressed his Mark, calling a Death Eater.

“Remove your mask faithful one.” Arthur and Molly gasped out in shock as the Death eater removed his mask revealing their oldest son, Percy.

The Dark Lord looked to Lupin. “Werewolf, most of your kind is with me.”

Voldemort chuckled as he came to the last prisoner. “Alastor Moody, crazed ex-auror and second in command in the Order. I imagine that you lead it now.”

Alastor said nothing as the Dark Lord sat back at his throne silently observing his prisoners.

After twenty minutes passed The Dark Lord spoke. “Severus, remove your mask.” The tall wizard complied as he heard gasps of shock all of the prisoners except Moody.

Everyone in the room heard Alastor mutter. “I told Albus not to trust that snake!”

The Dark Lord chuckled at the Ex-Auror. “Do you feel pleased that you were right Auror? Shall I please you more?”

He entered Sara’s mind. ***Remove your mask and reveal yourself and stand next to your brother. ***

The prisoners watched as a Death eater walked down, standing at Snape’s side and removed her mask, coldly looking at the prisoners. They felt malice exuding from the witch and wizard.

Moody silently cursed under his breath as Sara Snape revealed herself to the group.

“Bring out the editor and Rita Skeeter.!” The Dark Lord commanded.

Rita and her editor was roughly dragged to the front of Voldemort’s throne and thrown down in front of it. They looked to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in fear.

“Stand!” The Dark Lord commanded. He watched as they both stood up and nervously looked to him.

Voldemort pulled out his extra edition of the Daily and held it out in front of him. Everyone saw the chaos of the train’s arrival moving in the pictures splayed on the front page.

“Such a wonderful story that you wrote Rita. You caught the emotions of the students so perfectly! I should know as I was there. And the pictures! I felt myself back in the moment, if you will. Let me share it with you.”

The Dark Lord brutally entered their mind. He went through Rita’s mind watching and hearing the events at the platform. Then he fed them both the torture and the death of the two Aurors.

“I must admit it was a stretch associating me to the death of the Minister though. I had nothing to do with that. After all I would have been more creative than just a stopped heart.” The Dark Lord looked knowingly at Kingsley.

Voldemort's red eyes focused on them as he watched them promptly fall to the ground and heave the contents of their stomach out. He walked down and conjured two soft towels out of thin air and handed them out. “It is one thing to write a story, but truly another to experience it. I was pleased to share it with you.” He lightly told them.

Severus said nothing as he watched his Lord play with the news people. He knew that the Dark Lord truly liked fucking with people’s minds when it suited him.

Suddenly two comfortable chairs appeared and the Dark Lord pushed the witch and wizard into them, immediately freezing them to the chair. “I have another newsworthy event to share with you. One that will not be published if you know what is good for you. Behold, the officers of the Order of the Phoenix! I feel it will be a rather good story, showing my harshness …” The Dark Lord coldly laughed. “…And my compassion at the same time.”

“Severus, do you know the order of these officers? Who gets command if one has died?” He asked his knight.

Severus thought for a moment. “Nothing has ever been said, but I believe it is Moody, McGonagall, Shacklebot, Lupin, Arthur, Molly, Tonks, and I.”

Voldemort watched the reaction of his prisoners. His Knight was correct in the order of command.

“Severus, you will torture and kill Moody. Fitting justice I think for the years of distrust of you, taking his abuse. Two hours should do.” Voldemort looked to the witch and wizard sitting in the chair, his voice now cold. “If you turn your eyes away I will kill you.”

“My pleasure my Lord!” Severus growled, walking up to the wizard in obvious anticipation. He pushed the auror to the ground and pulled on the false leg, removing it and throwing it away.

“It is with satisfaction that I do this, you pompous bastard!” He began to kick him in the ribs, slowly breaking each one with every kick. Moody remained silent, but everyone heard the wheezing in the wizards breathing as one of the broken ribs punctured a lung.

“Is that all you’ve got Snape?” The ex-Auror wheezed out.

“No, I think not.” Severus replied as he magically removed the clothes of the ex-auror. “You know until I met my sister, I thought muggle forms of torture were beneath me. I now find them quite useful. Magical torture will not do for you as you have performed and experienced it before. I wish to give you some new experiences before you die.” Severus laughed in pleasure as everyone in the room looked to him.

He conjured up a pair of muggle pliers clicking them as he bent down to the wizard and slowly began to pull out each fingernail and toenail. The auror screamed out in pain. Severus chuckled. “Ahh, I see you have an appreciation to the exercise.” Severus darkly chuckled. “I am a professor after all. Let me teach you more.”

He levitated the naked auror until he was facing the prisoners and conjured up a whip, methodically whipping the wizard, leaving angry red marks across his entire body not missing his penis or bollocks. Severus listened Moody’s screams echoing in the chambers.

“Ah, an appreciation for the lesson as a whole.” Severus looked at the moaning wizard. “I knew I was a great teacher, despite all the sniveling from the students.” He spat out.

“Time for magic, Alastor. One if my creation.” Snape told him as he pointed his wand at him. “Sectumsepera!” He intoned as he slowly began to slice into the wizard’s body. Merlin! This was so good! He had forgotten the feel of blood lust at let it take over him. He actually had a hard on. Severus watched the wizard’s blood flow onto the floor as he continued until the wizard passed out.

The prisoners watched, horrified at the pleasure of the wizard they thought was loyal.

“Severus, your blood play is wonderful, but now it is time to complete it.” The Dark Lord called out.

“Of course, my Lord.” Severus replied as he pointed his wand and intoned “Reinervate.”

“Levicorpus!” He reverently intoned as he approached the auror now hanging upside down, conjuring up a sharp knife. Void of all emotion, he slit the wizard’s neck, blood flowing onto the floor, watching as the last of the auror’s blood dripped onto the floor. He felt his healed soul tear, the darkness readily entering him once again with joy. The darkness missed this wizard.

He left the lifeless body hanging upside down as he went and kneeled before his Lord.

“Rise Severus.” The Dark Lord commanded.

Voldemort looked to the Headmistress and entered her mind. “You and Albus connected. I would have never thought of it. You long for death and I shall not give it to you Minerva. You have an important role to play in teaching our future witches and wizards.” He chuckled as he felt her fear and disappointment.

Voldemort continued. “Arthur and Molly Weasley. Arthur, you will play an important part in warning your Ministry cohorts about me. Plus I sense the fierce protectiveness you have of your wife and family. Seveurus, rape and kill the wife!”

Voldemort laughed as Snape pulled Molly away from the group, watching as Arthur had to be physically restrained by three Deatheaters.

Snape divisto’d the witch’s robes and chuckled as she tried to cover herself with her arms. “Modest are we Molly?”

Severus leered as he approached her from behind as he freed his cock, nestling it at the entrance to her ass. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, whispering in her ear. “I am loyal to the Order and I will protect Ron, Harry, and Hermione to the best of my ability. I hope this thought gives you peace as you die as I have no choice in this. The Order is turning to ash, and Albus anticipated this. Remember 1A.” He bit deeply into her neck licking his lips of her blood letting go of her hair as he grabbed her arms and kicking her legs apart, spreading her ass before him and forcefully entered her. He heard her scream out in pain, the new found darkness within his soul filling with joy.

“You bastard! How could you have done this to us?” Arthur shouted, weeping as the three Death eaters pulled him back and forced him to watch.

“Order bitch!” Severus shouted to the room as he continued to pound unmercifully into the witch’s ass with his ample girth enjoying the witch’s screams. “Get what you deserve!” He shouted as he forcefully came within her ass.

He pulled out his cock and casually scourgify’ed it as he threw the witch to the floor, pointing his wand at the witch on the floor. “Avada Kadevera!” Green light shooting out from his wand. Snape calmly tucked in his cock as he approached the Dark Lord. “It is done.” He replied, feeling his soul break even more. He had loved the witch for her matronly ways, even though he did not admit it.

The Dark Lord enjoyed listening to the sobs from her husband as he addressed Nymphadora Tonks and entered her mind, finding her secret. “You are unpure. Your mother, related to the Blacks and sullying the blood with a muggle. And you, pregnant by a werewolf! How disgusting!”

Bellarix cackled out. “You are right my Lord. Let me finish her, I beg of you as she has been a disgrace to our family!” She pulled her wand out and started to approach the young auror.

“No Bella! This death is for someone else.” The Dark Lord casually replied.

*** Draco, you will kill her. I care not how as long as you perform my task. ***

Draco knew better than to believe the Dark Lord. He knew that he was evaluating him and his and Severus’ lives hung in balance to his decision. The murder of the muggle man filled him with resolve. They were the last hope to the defeat of Voldemort.

Draco approached the frightened witch as she was thrown to the ground in front of him. He grabbed Tonk’s robes and dragged her until they were directly in front of the Dark Lord and the news people.

Pointing his wand he intoned “Petrifalus Totalus”. Conjuring up a ball of fyndfire, moving it to the frozen witch, allowing it to touch only her feet. He then began to move the ball of flame slowly up her legs, drawing out her death.

The witch hysterically screamed, despite the spell, the smell of burning human flesh filling the chamber. Soon there was not a sound as the witch was burned into a smoking black husk. He released the spell, hearing the gagging sounds from the prisoners.

Draco kneeled to his Lord, waiting for his next command.

Voldemort was impressed with the young Death eater. Maybe there was hope for him after all. “Rise, and join your group containing the prisoners.”

Draco said nothing as he joined the group.

Voldemort stood from his throne and approached the prisoners, noting the defeat in their eyes as he placed a tracking and listening spell on them. He conjured up a parchment and tapped his wand to it.

“And now my compassion. Go, and warn your minions and co-workers that there is no Order and to stand against me is death. I will be watching you and you cannot escape me. I will not punish you but your followers, as I will know.”

Voldemort looked to the dead bodies. “I’ll even allow you the privilege of burying your dead.” He gestured at his Death eaters to release the prisoners as he handed back their wands. “I am a compassionate Lord after all.”

He looked to his Inner circle standing next to the prisoners. “Oh Kingsley, I suggest a head count of your aurors. I think you will find quite a few missing.”

Severus watched as the broken group prepared to depart, Arthur looking to him in anger as he picked up the body of his dead wife.

Remus picked up the still smoking husk of his lover, silently weeping as he glared at Severus.

Soon everyone left, leaving Severus, Sara, Locus and the news people.

Voldemort released the witch and wizard from their chair. “I suspect you know the new direction of the Prophet?” The Dark Lord asked the editor.

“I do My Lord.” The editor using the honorific to save his life.

“Very well, take them away!” He commanded Lucius.

Voldemort looked to Severus and Draco. “Go! I will call you soon. The training of Draco shows promise Severus.”

He watched as the two wizards disappeared from his sight, leaving the Dark Lord and Sara alone.

Voldemort red eyes rested on the dark witch as he joined her. “Your manor Sara. I expect you know what I want, though it will not involve your possibility of death this time.”

“My Lord, I am pleased that you have chosen me.” She replied as approached him.

***Bootstray, Slightly Leave the Manor now!***

***We already have, Sara. Please be careful! ***

Voldemort grabbed the witch and Apparated directly to her bed chambers and whispered a spell repairing her womb. “Sara Snape, I have chosen you to bear my heir. Now that I have taken over the Ministry, I feel the need to an heir to follow me. You are intelligent, bright, and the darkest witch I have ever known.”

“My lord. Sara reverently replied. “I am not afraid of Bella, but I feel she would not understand.”

Voldemort removed the clothing of his Knight and threw her onto her bed. “The first born of the Prince family is titled, yes? And it is always a witch that is first born?”

“Yes my Lord. It has always been so in the House of Prince.” She replied as he watched her Lord remove his clothing.

He climbed on top of her and began to fuck her. “Bear me a titled witch, Knight!”

Sara screamed as he entered her. It was not much different from before, except that he eased his actions not causing her damage. After a short while her Dark Lord came, filling her with his seed. The Dark Lord was not much about foreplay.

He panted out. “It is done!” Standing up and dressing, leaving his Knight.

Sara watched him leave as she stood up shakily and washed herself. She knew that she was pregnant, but she would bear a son versus a daughter. Even more reason to die.