The Dark Gryffindor

Please review! More interesting things happen below. I have already gotten so very far in the story, that I am finally just a little proud. However, I still have quite a ways to go. About 10 to 15 more updates.


Sjauthor: It's interesting for you to think Valerie is strong. I did want to show that here, but I think with the ending I have planned, you will not see Valerie as strong in the end.


Chapter Thirty-seven: A Rage Unleashed


With a blissful smile on her lips Valerie’s eyes pealed open the next morning to see a stream of sunlight coming through the only narrow window.

She rolled over to look at Snape still in a light sleep. “Severus – Good morning!” she gaily called into his ear.

“I’m going to sleep in,” Snape murmured, voice muffled through the cotton pillows.

But Valerie wasn’t and Snape made no objections when she roused herself from the bed, the mattress creaking and the floorboards creaking. As quietly as she could she dressed. Once done she allowed herself a serene moment to moment to stare out the window. She looked at the trees and the blue edge below the hills, which was the Black Lake. From this height the water looked somehow small. She stared at that lake for a moment, enjoying the dazzling beauty of its sparkle in the morning haze, but then she was eerily reminded of something. The water looked almost like that black mirror of blood she was immersed in last night.

Frowning she turned away. But still she was looking forward to the day and hopefully getting a chance to bask in the sunlight.

Her hopes for nice weather proved not to be inaccurate. A quarter of an hour later Valerie had made it up to the Owlery at the West End of the castle. The sun to the east warmed her back as she made it the top of the tower. She felt certain that today would be a very warm day, she wouldn’t be surprised if she took a stroll later and found everything in bloom. Maybe she and Severus could. But then she remembered. Nobody must see them together. She felt saddened at this thought, but then maybe it just meant to be known, not ever. For it would certainly risk his spying.

She would use an old school owl to send an important message to her mother. A tawny brown owl hooted tranquilly and landed on Valerie’s wrist. She already had the parchment ready, and she tied the envelope to the bird’s webbed feet. She felt certain that students, the secret police that secretly worked for the Carrows, at least would not confiscate this letter. She had no idea of whom they could be.

The note read in penmanship of a mixture of script and neatly printed words:

Dearest Mother:

I have decided I cannot come home for Easter break. I do miss you terribly, however I must keep a strong head on my shoulders. My Newts are coming along soon. To be more specific Newts are very important exams that determine my future in the Wizarding world. I know you will be busy at your church, and I hope the choir kids keep you company and make up whatever hole my absence causes. I assure you I will not be lonely. I have made news friends here. Please do not worry for me, as I am well.

Your loving daughter,

Valerie

Valerie watched in the sublime beauty of the early morning as the note traveled away, attached to the little owl. She figured it should reach her mother in just a few hours time. It was not true that Valerie had made any new friends, this was only to hint she was with Snape, and to hint in the manner that was completely imperceptible for an insider. She seriously debated whether she should tell her mother she was in a serious relationship with a man. She was going to tell her mother in person that it was indeed her teacher, but divulging this news was now out of the question because she wasn’t going home for Easter. She decided she would wait until July, once she had graduated Hogwarts and would no longer be Snape’s student, and then maybe her mother could even meet him! How strange, she thought as she could barely imagine that scenario.

But the real reason for not going home had been to be with Severus more and not at all to study.

An hour later, Valerie came back in the room and gently kissed Snape a greeting. “Are you going to get up yet Severus? I just sent a note to my mother, telling her I won’t be coming home today. Tomorrow’s Easter Sunday, but I’m sure she’ll have her friends from church calling!”

“Right -,” said Snape groggily, and finally he sat up. He had never given Valerie’s mother more than a fleeting thought and wasn’t apt on starting to now.

“Do you feel any better?”

“I think so….Would you get us drinks Valerie?”

She complied with Snape’s request. For a while Valerie and Severus enjoyed the morning together in bed. Since it was Saturday, the headmaster had the privilege of getting breakfast in bed. He merely needed to shout out to Dobby and he apparated into the room, bearing Snape’s usual weekend breakfast. Snape knew Dobby would never dare say anything.

*

By the early afternoon, Valerie and Snape went downstairs to the great circular room. He had evidently decided she could spend more time with him, if she were truly going to make the best of it at her N.E.W.T.s

Snape opened up his books and started to peruse them. Valerie put her hand on her cheek with obvious boredom, quill in hand and stared at Snape.

“What is it?” he asked patiently. He could tell she had a question on her mind.

“I was thinking about patronuses, Severus. You know I told you mine back last month when I first conjured it. I also told you before how my own death makes me produce mine…” She paused. Snape interrupted, “Yes. That demonstrates a depth of character even I don’t have. I have always wished for my own death at times, yet it does not produce my patronus.”

Valerie smiled sheepishly and stared at Snape. “Can your patronus be conjured when you think of me?”

Snape pondered the question for a moment with a delicate look to his expression. He was being careful not to offend Valerie and also careful not to tarnish his memories of Lily.

“Yes…However it is still a doe.”

Valerie frowned and continued to stare at Snape. Her expression did not look hostile but still she looked upset.

With the air of someone finally figuring out a great mystery she asked, “The doe…The doe refers to Lily, doesn’t it?”

Snape merely nodded.

Valerie’s frown deepened and she asked with a note of deep and true hurt in her this time, “But can’t a patronus be conjured when you think of me?”

Snape could see she was pained beyond measure. He knew that he honestly had never bothered to try a patronus since then.

“Yes. I’m sure I can do it. But I’m afraid it might still be a doe.”

Valerie’s eyes filled with tears. Clearly this topic had struck a sensitive chord inside her and Snape was becoming disturbed by it. He took a step closer to her sitting in the chair, and knelt down before her, placatingly placing his hand on her shoulder, looking at her with a measure of sympathy.

But Valerie could feel her trust ebbing away. Subconsciously, she shrugged her shoulders, fending off the affectionate gesture, but Snape would not let go. He knew he loved her greatly, as much he ever had for Lily. Yet while Lily had been his good girl, he was afraid of the truth. Valerie was like the opposite, his bad girl.

“But Severus – Aren’t these things supposed to change when there’s been a major upheaval in one’s life? Why hasn’t the form of your patronus changed?!”

“I don’t know. Maybe it will soon.”

Valerie studied him carefully. She was wondering whether she could really tell him what was on her mind or would it make him too angry? She decided if they were really in such a committed relationship he should be able to hear it.

“You know, Severus. Sometimes I feel like you want to force me to act like your Lily did!”

Snape’s eyebows went up. He was surprised to hear this then.

“That’s not true,” he denied at once. But Valerie only looked at him disbelievingly, so he admitted, “Maybe it was in the beginning and I’m sorry. Bit I have grown to accept you more Valerie….Your dark side in contrast to Lily’s light….And you know what?”

“What?” she spewed out a bit too malevolently.

“It’s made me accept myself as well. You helped me do that Valerie. I no longer hate myself for what I am. I think I used to.”

Valerie couldn’t help but smile slightly. “I did that?”

He nodded. He moved closer to kiss but was interrupted. “Yet I still don’t feel like myself…I wonder if I’m only cravings those things I can’t repair…Craving them and trying to get them fulfilled through you.”

“Craving what things?” said Snape, suddenly greatly confused.

“Craving pain…I don’t know. This could be all about my wounds to cover the incestuous relationship I had with my father…You are practically a father figure to me!” She couldn’t believe what she was admitting!

“But I’m not!” suddenly barked Snape. “I something different than being a daughter to me Valerie. Don’t you feel something more like a future position in a matrimonial link with me is possible?” It was something Snape felt he hadn’t wanted to bring up. But now he felt he must.

“Yes, your right. I don’t think is all just a cover up for me to ignore what happened with my father and besides we’ve been through my past. You helped me heal it….And last night, I helped heal your wounds didn’t I?”

“Yes. I suppose.”

“I certainly did. Nursed you last night after you were sickened by all those memories…I think it was the combination of eating the slaughtered muggles with the dementors that had an effect on you!”

“You are right,” muttered Snape softly.

“And I nursed you back to health. I held you and was strong for you. That is definitely something I would never have wanted to do for my father!” said Valerie, and she sounded more like she was trying to convince herself.

Snape suddenly announced, “And now it is you who needs to be taken in hand.”

“For what?”

“Remember what was drilled into your breasts last night? Do you know how to remove them?”

“No.”

“But I do. So lay down on my desk, and try to relax, because this is going to hurt. I’ll try to be as quick as I can about it.”

Valerie stood up pushed her backside against the edge of the desk. Rapidly she unbuttoned Snape’s shirt, which she had worn to bed last night. Proudly she presented her breasts to him, and Snape leaned over.

“I wish you would take me right now over the desk!”

Snape did not answer, but concentrated as a doctor or magical healer would on the two metal caps that had been drilled into her nipples last night. It looked exactly like a muggle bullet lodged in there, but there was no blood spilt.

“Yes, this will hurt, but if I do it right only for a second.”

Valerie steadied her breath, bracing herself and staring lovingly into Snape’s face. His dark irises seemed to calm her of any anxiety.

Like the corks of champagne bottles being opened, the two metal caps popped out, Valerie screamed for a second. Instantly, clotted blood came out in excess.

Snape at once responded to the emergency. He muttered complex Latin incantations to stop the bleeding, until the wounds closed. Then he concentrated on repairing the skin so that it was as good as new.

But there were still bits of drying blood on her breasts now. Snape bent low and sucked on each of Valerie’s nipples, and with his tongue he licked the blood of her wounds clean.

“Oh. This is good. Se…ver…us…” she moaned in a rush of pleasure.

But all too soon he released his lips. Valerie refused to remove from position. “Take me. Take me Severus!”

Snape pushed himself forward even closer to Valerie and rubbed the place between his legs between her pelvis. He was priming himself to thrust into her. About to release the belt of his frock coat, Valerie pleaded, “Wait!”

“I have to ask you something!”

“What? Now?” said Snape sharply.

Valerie turned her head to the side, still lying on the desk. To her right was the photograph of Lily. “When will you stop talking about her?”

Snape resolutely responded, “Never…I shall not rest until I avenge her death. That can only happen when the Dark Lord is finally finished…if ever he is.”
“I understand her death devastated you, and I understand you’re on the Dark Lord’s side…But the Dark Lord can do more for the magical races. I think the Dark Lord is right sometimes…I think I want to join him with you.”

Snape could hardly contain himself and for a second he was plunged into total denial of what he heard come out of her mouth. But then his face whitened,

“Your choice, Valerie…The cane, the birch rod, my hand or…my belt!”

Valerie almost laughed for it almost sounded like it was from a menu that she must make her decision. “Your belt…”

Instantly his eyes glinted with fury and turned to pure malice as he broke the notch of the belt under his robes.

Valerie suddenly felt frightened. “Are you really going to b-belt me?”

“I should have straightened you out before about Muggleborns…or the term you used once to me, Mudbloods!” And Snape was referring to that day when he showed her his worst memories and she had referred to Lily quite sardonically as the only Muggle-born Mudblood, as if the two phrases were an oxymoron.

“Upstairs young lady!”

Snape lunged at her and Valerie ran up the stairs. He chased her all the way up with his now unleashed belt, and Snape feeling his rage being unleashed.

She turned around on the third step and laughed over her shoulder. But hers was a more scared laugh than amused. As if to stop alluring her he continued until they got into the bedroom, lightly smacking her with the end of the belt, slapping her shirt clad bottom all the way.

“Now that’s an extra minute already….Prone on the bed now!”

Without hesitation Valerie threw herself over the mattress and pulled up her shirt to bare her bottom for him. But Snape had stepped away to go over to his workstation where he retrieved something Valerie could not see.

But she thought she knew what it was. He returned over the bed raising his belt to use a scourge with her, but Valerie twisted around to face him. She sprung up and with her lightning reflexes born of her time as a chaser, was able to knock the thing out of Snape’s fist.

It was the reed that he had used for her before.

“Give it to me, now Valerie. So I can punish you with it!”

He glared at her dangerously and Valerie knew she had no choice but to submit. Buut she wouldn't without losing her feistiness.

“Here!” She threw back the small piece of reed. It clunked Snape on the head. Snape rallied at once, “How dare you, infernal girl! You always lacked loyalty and were always so fickle, even with me…Because of your precious Damion…Unlike most Gryffindors who have devotion…You horrible witch!”

“I may be dark unlike most Gryffindors, but the rest isn’t true! Take it back!”

But Snape ignored her. Feeling a rage he raised his belt up high, once she got back in position. With a searing smack it landed on both of her cheeks, including the buckle. Valerie did not make a sound, so used to pain by now.

Snape felt the rage consume him as he belted her, striking again and again. He hardly looked, sometimes hitting her thighs. All he could of was Death Eaters and how they and Voldemort had taken everything away. He was filled with hate.

But Valerie could see there was the sadistic side of Snape, enjoying it as well. She finally laughed, despite her buttocks now seared with red stripes. She poked fun at him, trying to curb his passion, “I’m enjoying it! So are you…You immature old man. You LOVE it! We’re made for each other!”

Snape stopped the swinging of his belt. He took out his wand and performed a spell, until the belt transfigured into a whip. He stared at her for a second until he decided what he was going to do her next.

“Stand on the bed.”

Valerie rose and waited.

“What are you doing? Stop…This is strange!”

But Snape only laughed, evilly. Valerie watched her bare feet, and all of the nails on every toe were spreading.

“It’s my special curse I invented when I was fifteen. If you don’t remove it after a few days it will be a fungus.”

“Stop!”

The nails spread, growing like vines, vines that were tying her to all four corners of the bed. Snape did a spell and the cords were tightened. So tight, Valerie was unable to move her feet. She was stuck in position, standing at the foot of the bed.

And then Valerie wailed in terror. Snape muttered, “Incarcerous!”

Ropes tied around Valerie’s throat and the rope linked to a hook on the wall, several feet away, behind her at the head of the bed. Then her arms were suddenly behind her back, and by the wrists little ropes appeared, which stretched to other hooks on the wall.

Snape raised the belt now transfigured into a small whip. With quick succession he struck her back and bottom again and again. Valerie flailed against it, remaining in the strappado position. She felt like she was in the dungeon.

She was naked standing in the strappado position, her ankles apart, but tied together by her the toenails that had grown like a disease around the bed. Her arms raised high, but behind her ached as Snape continued the whipping, and her head sagged under the pressure, the rope wrapped around her neck like a collar.

Snape continued to chuckle nastily. The sickening sense of humour somehow made him feel better inside. He watched as her backside bled little droplets as the minutes tore on. Valerie started to sob. “I’m sorry – S-sir. Please!”

Snape swung around to face her, and Valerie felt relief. Maybe he was finished.

“Crucio!”

The wounds on her breasts that he had repaired before flowered open. “Crucio!” said Snape again, and he isolated the curse onto her breasts at the areolas. Practically in his ear, Valerie shrieked in agony.

He watched as her breasts shriveled and little bruises appeared on them. “Now you can rot like a corpses shell of a thousand years.”

Once he relinquished the curse, Valerie said, “Sir – I’m-I’m sorry I said the D-Dark Lord was right. I didn’t mean it. But I’m tired of being something I’m not. I’m not going to try to act like Lily for you!”

“I never expected it!” retorted Snape icily.

He rose his wand again and Crucioed her whole body at once.

“Again and again…Until you feel what it was for me to lose Lily! When I lost Lily I-“

But Snape couldn’t finish, as he felt his inside swell with grief. But he gathered himself together and tried to ignore by inflicting more pain. “Crucio!”

He continued to torture her for several minutes with he Curse. He wanted her to feel like it was for him to be left with nothing, which was what happened to him.

“Please sir! I’m on the verge of losing my mind!”

And because that might have been true, Snape stopped right there. It was true that the prolonged use of the Cruciatus Curse can make somebody go insane, yet usually that takes several hours.

And Snape flung away from the bed, turning. He couldn’t bear to look at her. He felt himself fill with disappointment, Why did this have to happen? Selfishly, he did his best to concentrate on remembering Lily.

“Expecto Patronum!”

Valerie felt defeated and betrayed as she watched Snape sit at a chair, right before her at the front of the bed. He put the little doe in his lap and actually played with his patronus. Valerie felt sickened as she watched the little form of a doe nuzzle against his crotch. Snape dipped his head back and actually found he was masturbating to this.

He felt the anger he had felt before disappear as he played with the patronus. It gave him comfort to have something nearby that reminded him so of Lily. And then he looked to Valerie with nothing but disgust and repulsion etched on his face.

Valerie felt herself fill with jealously. But Snape raised his wand and all the bonds loosened. Finally he spoke, “Get out.”

Valerie whimpered to hear him sound so depthless and emotionless towards her. “You will not go to the infirmary or heal yourself on your own. If you do, I shall punish exactly like this the next time.”

“I won’t,” she whispered wistfully, as she climbed off the bed.

But it wasn’t true for inwardly Snape knew he couldn’t bare to do this to Valerie again. It had hurt both of them too much.

“Go! Before I do something horrible that I’ll regret. Get out before I decide to just end it and kill you!”

“I can’t change who I am and neither can you…” she said.

“Goodbye Valerie,” he said as if he meant forever and in the moment he did.

Valerie bent down to separate the enormous crust of her expanded toenails. The debris of it remained like vines all around the bedspread.

Finally free of the bonds, she hesitated. Snape kept the doe patronus curled in his lap as he screamed, sounding to be in terrible pain, “GET OUT! GET OUT!

In terror Valerie jumped away and screamed in her own rage and jealousy. She could feel tears falling off her cheeks and the blood dripping like beads of sweat on her backside, as she limped out of his bedroom. Then she noticed her boobs were swelling, augmented to an even fuller size from the curse.

He could hear her sobbing loudly, until she slammed the office door shut. She felt a rage at his threat to kill her. Not because she didn’t want to die, but she knew she didn’t want to live. Not without him at least.




NOTE: I’m sorry Valerie went like this. The falling out won’t stay this way. I promise they will mend it soon and still be in love. The toenail curse is in canon, as the Halfblood Prince had it in his book, as one of the weird spells he invented. Please review!