The Dark Gryffindor

Sheherazade: Thanks for your review as always. This story will be a little longer than I thought.

And you too, barbie_malfoy! Keep coming. I liked what you said about how entertaining it is for you to see her with two very powerful men, Snape and Voldemort. Thanks.


Chapter Seven: Her Dark Fantasy


“The girl is worthy. Worthy enough for myself...,” said Voldemort, more to himself.

Valerie turned around to face Voldemort, from where she had been bent over the desk where she had just been birched by the headmaster. She smiled devilishly at this, blue eyes gleaming at the Dark Lord clad in his hood. She did not feel the least bit embarrassed for Voldemort to regard her in this fashion, and also to be viewing her stark naked.

Voldemort waved his wand and Valerie was hoisted in the air and almost at once, levitating upside down, through the levicorpus spell. The long yew wand waved again and there clinked into existence little chains on her wrists,her hands had somehow been moved behind her back when she was levitated. She felt her feet fettered by chains placed at the ankles as well.

And Voldemort lowered his wand and looked away from Valerie.

He ignored her a moment as he looked at his Death Eater, who who was watching testily, his wand now out as well.

“Like I said I’ve had this done in the dungeons before-,“ piped up Valerie confidently before she thought clearly.

“Silence! You were not given permission to speak,” Voldemort rasped.

And Valerie bit her lip, eyes still open, forced to stare at edge of the desk, berating herself for not thinking clearly. Of course, Voldemort would not give her that luxury here now in the moment where she was to submit to them! Snape and Voldemort regarded each other, essentially reading each others minds on what was to commence next. Snape as a Death Eater had levitated victims many other times since the first war. And Voldemort was of course, aware of how his Death Eaters enjoyed raping, except usually the practices had been inflicted onto levitated muggle women like what had happened at the Quidditch World Cup in 1993.

Valerie remained hanging, motionlessly. She was not completely vertically down, but held at an angled slope. Her feet were sticking up in the air, and her head was only a couple of inches from the edge of the desk. She saw out of the corners of both eyes, clothing fall. Snape and Voldemort had each stripped bare. Voldemort did this with Snape and a few of his closest Death Eaters sometimes, and nobody but they were supposed to know about his sex life. He would not normally take part in group sex, unless done privately and only with his most intimate followers.

Valerie waited breathlessly heart beating, as they stepped around her. And in a whoosh suddenly, one of them sat perched on the edge of the desk, in which her mouth was perfectly aligned with a penis. And at the same time, one of their hands was tracing thw welts of her bruised and reddened bottom, now cut up from the birch rod. The hands on her ass were gentle and she assumed them to be Snape’s. She felt Snape push his warm member into her, whilst he held onto the cheeks, pulling them. She realized that she was supposed to suck on Voldemort’s cock. She opened her mouth and he at once shoved it inside where she could feel it rimming the top of her mouth and squeezing all the way into the deep rececesses at the corners of her gums.

Just as they began, the whispering going on in the portraits of previous headmasters and headmistresses for several minutes, finally stirred in the dimly lit room. No longer were they suspicous, but were now outraged.

A gimlet-eyed witch in her frame said, "While I believe in the birch rod, ahem... I have one here myself," and she raised a rod up in her frame, "But that is way too much to take!"

Voldemort did not speak, but he waved his wand around casting "obscuro" and blind-folding all the portraits within their paintings. They yelled complaints and Voldemort reminded them, "Leave us! If not, I'll destroy you," and he might of meant it. Finally one by one, the portrait people left, many muttering curses under their breath. Perhaps they could go and gossip about it at other wizarding institutions, but it did not matter to them, the Dark Lord had taken over the Wizarding world and they were both in positions of absolute power now.

For several minutes the Dark Lord and and the Headmaster took turns betweeen Valerie, shagging her up the ass and then rapidly moving back to have her suck the dick that would have been just rammed into her anus. Both of them were kind of working together to build up their orgasms, which would be much stronger when they acually came, since they were shoving in and out of her so rapidly.

Voldemort noticed the wetness sliding down the girl's inner thighs at one point. He said with a little delight for the masturbation, “You are a powerful, a powerful cunt of a witch.”

He raised his wand, aiming it at her opening of her thighs, whilst grabbing an object off the desk. It was a plain wooden box. He dropped it and suddenly there was a tiny mouse scuttling in between her unparted, fettered legs. For Voldemort had obviously conjured the rodent into existence. Voldemort aimed his wand for the consciousless creature again, Imperiusing it do something. She felt the mouse stick it’s whiskered head into the folds of her vagina and then she felt it starting to nibble on her masturbation liquid, and also it stated making squealing noises.

Valerie moaned, trying to supress terror, and couldn’t help but say, “Please. I don’t want that inside me." She could actually see the tiny mouse’s tail poking out of her spread opening, as it lay in their motionless, as it was told to stay put.

When Valerie looked the other way, she could see nothing but the upside-down view of the front of the desk and whoever's dick was currently forced into her mouth. Her headmaster and the Dark Lord continued to prowl around her wands raised, truly menacing in their presence.

Voldemort looked over at Snape, and Snape looked at his master and smiled, feigning absolute enjoyment, as he leisurely continued to bang her bottom, facing Voldemort, who was still enjoying the girl slurping and sucking on his dick. It seemed Voldemort believed that with women, Snape was a staunch sadist, very much like himself. He had never realized Snape had actually loved Lily Potter, Voldemort had always thought it was only desire.

After another minute, Voldemort was fucking Valerie up the ass, and he screamed and ejaculated, the wetness streaming down her thighs. The mouse disappeared as if it had never existed, departing the Vanishing spell. And then the shackles around her wrists and ankles disappeared and simultaneously at once, she dropped to the ground, landing uncomfortably on her side.

Valerie didn’t see it, but Voldemort turned around at once and conjured an enchanted glowing object with rods, that was an opened container of an enchanted cage.

And then Valerie felt herself rapidly hoisted back up again, this time heading towards Snape, until Snape who was standing naked, had his dick inserted up Valerie’s vagina, where the mouse had just been nibbling. Luckily it didn't bite her. Now her orifice was dry, and she hung by Snape’s dick, as her head rested on the floor.

“Cage your pet Severus,” said Voldemort lazily.

Still hanging, Snape’s bare waist visible, hovering above, Valerie moaned in shockwaves of pain. This was not a natural position and it was made worse because she was dry. It felt like she had a pair of tweezers inserted in her rather than a man's penis.

Snape said firmly, “Yes, My lord.” And with that, she felt him moving in a stolid shuffle towards the enchanted cage, afraid to lift his feet and put even greater weight on his member.

Voldemort, meanwhile was putting his simple black robes back on his thin frame, by buttoning the inside lapels.

Valerie felt puzzled by Snape’s steadfast loyalty to Voldemort. She wanted to object to the Dark Lord. She wanted Snape to be brave and refuse it for her. Snape could only think of the pain, it was hard to have several pounds of Valerie’s weight on his dick, as it felt like a heavyweight dumb bell. He dragged each of them towards the cage, knowing there was relief in sight for himself after he could drop her. Finally he felt he was allowed to release himself from her vaginal canal, as he approached the ambient blue object.

With one final grimace, Snape released and shoved her in as if he didn’t care about putting her into the ethereal light of the empty cage at all. Valerie wrongly took his pained smile for a true one, and she frowned.

Voldemort gave one last look and saw that the girl was sitting obediantly in the opened cage, and Snape had his wand out, presumably to enclose her in it. Voldemort had more important things to attend to, and saying, “Malfoy Manor!,” he was gone in a burst of green flames without farewell.

Valerie remained in the cage well after he was gone. Snape stepped away from her, without paying attention or looking at her in the slightest.

She watched, pouting as Snape carefully dressed back into his underwear, frockcoat, teacher’s robes, etc. It took a couple of minutes, in which Valerie was thinking and feeling growing anger boiling in her blood.

“I’m still in here….Look at me! Look at me!"

Finishing buttoning the cuffs of his sleeves, Snape finally glanced at her and admonished in a hiss, “Get out of there.”

“No. I won’t!,” she said sulkily.

“What? What reason have you for this? Stop feeling sorry for youtself. Now out of that ridiculous contraption at once!”

Valerie shook her head vehemenently. “No…”

Snape looked simply furious now, he stalked over to her, where she was sitting in the opened cage. It was the same type of magical cage Voldemort's snake, Nagini would be in later.

“Then I must make you,” Snape murmured and before Valerie knew it, he had grabbed her upper-arm tightly, so hard, it bruised a little as he pulled her free.

Valerie stamped her foot. But then she said seductively, batting her curly lashes, “Don’t you want me to be your slave?”

Snape turned to look at her, there was a hint of disgust in his face. “No…,” whispered Snape with a strange softness and he looked her over with a peculiar expression.

“Fine! Then perhaps I could…,” she started again, with an air of inventiveness about her. But then Valerie paused, deciding not to elaborate on her thoughts aloud. She was going to say that perhaps she could just join Voldemort as a Death Eater herself, but something held her back from telling him that.

Snape wasn’t looking at her, but staring at the floor feeling slightly humiliated by it all himself. It had been degrading to have his new lover hung out, the two of them joined not at the hip, but at the dick. He knew Voldemort well enough to know that he was mocking their relationship, and wanted to dirty her further by putting a mouse in the vagina he knew Snape had taken the virginity of.

Valerie's mood seemed to brighten and she said, “I wouldn’t mind being the Dark Lord’s sex slave, headmaster!” For Valerie is a masochist, and really thought it a good idea for her.

Spit flew from his mouth as he actually yelled, “Never say that again! Do you hear me?!” And now he was wildly upset.

Valerie didn’t answer, but just regarded Snape’s outburst in mystified surprise, mouth parted stupidly in an "O".

Snape came close to her again and grabbed her shoulders, and shook her crazily. “Never do I ever want to hear you say that. You will never say that again.....Do I have your word Valerie?”

Valerie looked at him, somewhat frightened and said faintly, “Yes…” But she didn’t really mean it and Snape knew she didn't, as he looked into her blue eyes for some reassurance. But then he shook his head resignedly at the thought that he had not really changed her. Those hard blue eyes like stones that looked out at the world were of a precocious soul.

"You are merely fantasizing. You have no idea the horrors he would subject you to as his sex slave. Get that out of your head before he sees, girl. No more of that, understood?"

Valerie resisted smirking at his fear for her, and then shrugged and said, "Yes, sir." She did not realize how much he was coming to love her. She still could not imagine Snape, who she believed to be, like many others do, an evil Death Eater who murdered Dumbledore. She envisioned him as a man incapable of that emotion of love just like Voldemort was. And furthermore, Valerie wasn't so sure she believed in love herself.

But then she looked at him again and said, "And you know, I do have an inkling of an idea on what it would be like to be his slave, professor. I'm not naive you know," said Valerie.

“Enough of this! Let us go upstairs to the bedroom. We need to talk, and quite honestly, I need a drink. Take your uniform, you'll put it on upstairs.”

Valerie questioned that order for a second, and felt like she wanted to snap at Snape in disapproval. She was disappointed he didn't want to have another go at some sex, as she figured since he was asking her to put her clothes back on that he didn't desire any. But then she sighed and obeyed him.

Valerie followed Snape up the twisting stairs, passing the astronomy observatory, up on the balcony of a different floor. It had been there since several prior headmasters.


Note: A lot of other things happens in this story. Voldemort will meet Valerie again, and in another time there will be a moresome with Voldemort in it. There will be a lot more than I originally thought…more about Snape as a headmaster, Valerie’s life, and Ginny Weasley will be in the story, Draco plays a little appearance and so do a lot of people and events.