Filthy Little Mudblood

In a dark room, not nearly as far away as believed, Harry Potter awoke from the most amazing dream he had ever had. A beautiful, dark witch was wriggling and screaming beneath him, meeting each of his each powerful thrusts with one of her own. Obscenities were streaming from her swollen lips as he lowered his mouth and took her nipple between his teeth, biting down painfully until he could see the blood oozing around the marks. He licked her body as her moans filled the air and his thrust increased until she bucked wildly and came undone screaming the name “Tom” until he finished inside of her.

Harry sat bolt upright in bed, sweat dripping from his body and his inexperienced cock throbbing for release as his forehead slowly stopped throbbing. It took him only minutes to realize what he had dreamed, but as soon as he heard the name, he knew. He knew he was seeing what Voldemort wanted him to see, he just didn’t know why. With Ginny, it was obvious what he was doing. Harry had to watch ,over and over in his dreams, as Voldemort brutally took his girlfriend until she became nothing more than a whimpering shell. When he had first dreamed about her, he assumed it was a normal dream from a young man’s point of view; he missed her terribly and was dreaming about her. That was, until he realized she was screaming in pain and there was nothing he could do about it. The knowledge tore through him until it ripped out his very heart. Now, however, Voldemort was taking a different woman, only this time she seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did. There was something disturbingly familiar about her, but Harry couldn’t figure it out. Deciding to talk to Remus in the morning, the only person he felt he could share something this embarrassing with and one of the few that knew about Ginny, he laid back down and tried desperately to forget how much he himself had wanted the witch from his new dream.

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Hermione regained her balanced quickly and noticed the man standing before her.

“Severus?” she growled in disbelief.

“Ah, Granger, I’m glad to see you’re back in one piece.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked and then started to walk to the bed, only to double over in pain once again.

Severus was there instantly to keep her from falling to the ground. One arm wrapped securely around her waist, he led her to the nearest chair and easily sat her down.

“That is why I’m here, Granger,” he said quietly. “I assumed when he sent Lucius away that it was so he could have you. When I came to check on you and you weren’t here, my worries were confirmed.” He handed her a blue vial of liquid and said, “drink this.”

She threw the liquid to the back of her throat before asking, “Worries, Snape? Surely you weren’t actually worried about me?”

“You have no idea.” She heard the words, but his lips never moved, then another set of words came from his mouth, “The Dark Lord is not known for his gentleness, Granger. I would prefer my friend not come back to find his slave in a horrible state.” “Although it would help me tremendously if he truly understood.”

“Dammit, what is going on?” she asked loudly, jumping from the couch and visibly startling the usually stoic man beside her.

“Pardon me?” he asked after a moment. “Bloody chit has finally cracked.”

“I have not cracked and I am not a chit!” she all but shouted at him.

Severus stopped cold, his eyes wide and his mouth handing open slightly as he stared at the vision in front of him. The air was crackling around her and as her anger grew, so did the crackling of magic.

“Miss Granger, calm down!” he said sternly, hoping his authority from their Hogwarts years would catch her attention long enough to make her listen to him, before the rattling glassware on the shelf actually shattered.

Luckily it worked and Hermione immediately looked like a school girl in trouble, but only for a moment and then she glared back at him as she took her seat.

“Can you hear me?” he asked in his mind.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Try to answer in your head.”
“Yes, I can bloody well hear you! What are you doing in my head?”

“I believe it is you that has been in my head, has it not?”

She visibly shuddered at thought before saying, “that’s just a creepy thought.”

His lips turned up slightly and he responded, “indeed.”

Hermione quickly glanced at the door, having the feeling that someone else was there again. Surprisingly, Severus also turned his head at the same time, before he looked back at her with an unreadable look on his face.“Let us keep this conversation to ourselves, shall we?”

“Can you tell me what’s going on? Why I can suddenly hear your thoughts,” she asked calmly.

“How long, exactly have you been hearing my thoughts, Granger?” She could tell his voice was accusing, even if his face gave nothing away.“Well, I wasn’t sure if it was real or not, but I believe since the night of that ridiculous party; so last night.”

“And did you hear many of them?” His voice was icy this time and the accusation was more than obvious.

She appraised him quietly for a moment, wondering exactly what she should tell him and still trying to skirt around what had happened between them at the party.“Enough to know exactly which side you’re on, I suppose. Enough to know that you prefer killing muggles as a means of stopping their torture, instead of joining the torture yourself.”

“Then you’ve heard entirely too much! You have no idea the position you have put me in here,” he snarled, visibly angry and definitely more upset than she had ever seen him.

“Now it is you who needs to calm down, Severus,” she thought quietly. “I’m not sure what is going on with me, but being able to converse like this with you is just one of many things.”

He thought for a second before asking, “was it you who made Bellatrix fall then?”
“How did you know?”

“Wandless magic, Granger? Since when? You have always been highly intelligent, but I didn’t know you had mastered that skill.”

“There is much you don’t know.” She sighed deeply before adding, “however, I believe it is time for honesty between us, so tell me why you killed Dumbledore and I will tell you my newest secret.”
“Dammit!” he growled loudly, standing up and pacing around the room. “I had no choice!”

“In your head, remember?” she scolded.

Much to her surprise, Snape began telling her the details of Dumbledore’s death, along with the events with Draco that led up to that point. She mulled them over in her mind for several long minutes before responding.

“I thought as much.”
“You did?” he scoffed.

“Yes, I did. I didn’t know the details, but I knew there was more to the story than Harry was telling, more than he knew.”

“Yes, well, there usually is where he’s concerned.”

She grinned at his jibe before asking, “So what are you still doing here? Why didn’t you just go back to the Order and explain it to them. I know Remus would listen to you if no one else will.”

She fully expected him to laugh at her idea, instead, he gave her a very thoughtful answer. “I can’t. I believe you’re right about your wolf, but my job here is not complete. I can’t leave until it’s done.”
“What job is that?”

“I don’t think I’ll tell you that just yet. Now, you owe me an explanation of your own.”

“Right, forgot about that. All I can tell you is that Lucius has been allowing me to read many books. It seems like he’s brought his entire library here for me and most of them are of a dark nature. When I read some of the books it changes me. I don’t know how to explain it, but..”

“Books?! Let me see them!” he said brusquely, once again speaking out loud as he moved to the table laden with books.

She showed him her pile of books and he rifled threw them, intent on finding something specific.

“He asked if he could borrow some of mine and I told him to help himself. I think he may have gotten a few that he shouldn’t have. If that’s the case…”

“If that’s the case, then what? Severus, what is going on?”

“Here it is! I knew it!”

Hermione grabbed his arm and turned him to face her. “Knew what?” she demanded.“This book, have you read this book?”

“Yes, of course. It’s one of the ones that…well, I can’t explain it really.”

“That makes you feel dark, more powerful, and detached from yourself?”

“Yes, I guess that’s a good description.”

“And were you, at any point, able to read the last page?” He asked, opening the book to the now blank page at the very end.“

"Yes. It said something to the effect of issuing me with a dark power that I had to control. Like a test to see if I was ‘worthy’ of its’ abilities.”

“And you were. You, unfortunately, passed the test and now the darkness resides within you. You’re able to call on it at any time. You’re also able to converse with others that have passed, without anyone being able to intercept.”

“That’s why we can talk like this then?” Understanding started to dawn on her and she realized what he was saying, but still didn’t know why he was so upset.

“Yes.”

“Has Lucius read this? I can’t read any of his thoughts.”

“No.”

“So, only you then? Why are you so angry?”

“Because, Granger, you have once again put yourself right in the middle of something much bigger than yourself.”

“If it wasn’t for this, I would have died last night. There would have been no way I could have watched that family be tortured and do nothing about it. Or tonight, I couldn’t have b…been with him tonight, without calling to the darkness within myself.”

“You’ve already called the darkness?”

“Yes.”

“Impressive. Still, this means that for the rest of your life, you’ll be fighting for control with yourself. You’ll have many new powers, like wandless magic, Occlumency, and even Legilimency, that you never had before. You’ll even be able to keep the Dark Lord out of your mind.”

“I thought he tried that tonight, tried seeing what was in my head, but I thought of something else and the feeling went away.”

“Yes, I’m quite sure he’d like to know what you know about Potter, but you can’t let him find out.”

“I’m well aware of that. Where do we go from here?”

“We? We go nowhere. There is nothing you can do, except for what you’ve been doing.”

“What, being a sex slave for Death Eaters? I’m sure there’s much more that I can do than that!”

“Not if you want to live. Another thing, Lucius can never know about this.”

“Why not?”

“He is a loyal follower of the Dark Lord, surely you know that. As different as his affections may be to you,” he said with a slight wince, “he would still give you over to the Dark Lord if it was requested. Until I can convince him otherwise, he will remain loyal.”
“I see. When the time comes for something, anything, to happen, will you let me help you?”

“We’ll see. For now I must go. Lucius will return tomorrow night, but I fear you’ll have a rather busy day tomorrow,” he said, slightly disgusted.

“What do you mean?”
“The Dark Lord suddenly cancelled all plans for tomorrow, which leads me to believe he has something, or someone, else that he’ll be busy with. Be cautious and be careful, Hermione, this is dangerous ground you’re treading.”

“I will,” she said softly as she walked him to the door, “and thank you.”

He looked at her appraisingly for a moment before nodding his head and walking out the door. Even though she didn’t fully understand their new bond, he did, and the thought overwhelmed and terrified him.