The Dark Gryffindor

Sheherazade: I wanted to make it less that Snape had revealed…I took out the bit of him saying aloud that Potter is looking for horcruxes and I took out the bit that Snape said he secretly hates Voldemort. So Valerie can’t really surmise which side he is on at that point.









Chapter Nine: Hard Lessons









A week later, Valerie came in for her Dark Arts lesson. The winter break was over and she had not spent it with the headmaster, the headmaster who had taken her virginity no less! She was hurt about what she regarded as his cold dismissal of her that other evening, and was beginning to believe their whole relationship to be nothing more than a sham. In fact, she was really annoyed at the whole thing and wasn’t even sure if she liked Severus Snape anymore.



But then when she entered the headmaster’s office, and saw his dark features again, that were almost handsome, his head bent at his desk writing with a feathered quill, she couldn’t help but blush and make a little grin. She loved the power and authority he radiated.



Snape began entering blue gossamer strands from his head, twirling them on his wand and then casting them into a stone bowl with runes carved on it.



Valerie approached his desk, nervously, and said, “Sir, I was thinking about what you said the other night…I can’t believe I never asked: Which side are you on? Are you really supporting the Dark Lord?”



Snape’s face was inscrutable as he folded his hands over his chest, enclosing the teacher’s robe as he stood up to his full height, and Valerie sat herself in a chair in front of the desk.



“I meant not to be explicit about it, Miss Powers. I mean Valerie. I shall tell you if only you prove to be sufficient at Occlumency.”



‘I’ll try my best then, professor,” she said hopefully.



“Good…Now I take it that you understand what Occlumency is?”



“Yes, sir. Defending yourself against an outside intruder trying to get into your thoughts, memories, feelings, and such.”



Snape nodded, hardly pausing. “And now, Legilimency,” said Snape and he took out a cloth and unrolled it, in which were several pointed tools. “Let us start with my first full breech, in which I shall penetrate your mind….Legilimens!”



Valerie winced in the chair as Snape stood looming above, jabbing the strange object towards the temples of her forehead.



She felt like there was a string being pulled into her head, and then she could feel it tugging, at other little threads with enormous pressure building in her skull.



“Whoa. This is intense,” but even before Valerie had spoken, he had seen: herself eating alone in the Gryffindor common room, herself alone again in the Great Hall.



“You’re a lone wolf. Aren’t you Valerie?” She hesitated, deciding whether or not to take offence and then nodded.



Snape pressed his mouth together firmly, looking determined, “Make your mind, blank and calm. If you must, forget I’m here, if that is what it takes to calm you…Let us go again, Legilimens!”



Valerie felt the string sensation weave into her head and then images flying forth, before she could stop them. The truth was she was kind of enjoying them though. Herself, getting kissed all over by Snape, who had doused her in the red wine. ‘Ooh’, herself getting fucked by him for the first time, ‘It had been hard!’ She realized this, as she witnessed herself, legs wrapped around Snape’s waist, facing him on his lap. And then there was Voldemort and Snape together taking turns on her, ‘What a thrill for them’, she thought.



But suddenly, the slow motion picture stopped playing, she felt a jerk and she was released, almost toppling out of her chair backwards. She could see the present time Snape, somehow standing in her mind asking, “Enjoying this miss?”



And then he finally came out of her head. “Valerie, I shall try one more time, and after that I am going to have to schedule this lesson again. Stop enjoying my intrusion. You won’t enjoy it if the Dark Lord attacks you, next time he meets you. That I can promise you.”



“Yes, professor. I’ll try again, I think I can get it this time…I wasn’t feeling the right thing. Just let me close my eyes for a second and be alone with my thoughts.”



“Agreed,” said Snape plaintively.



He waited a long moment and then Valerie said, “Alright….”



Again she felt the string loop inside her head. Snape was there again, but this time Valerie saw a memory of her father. He was tucking her into bed, touching her again and she was only nine years old. Valerie felt a surge of rage and suddenly she could feel her own determination well up, and counter-act the intrusion, pulling it back out.



“You managed to block me. But it still wasn’t adequate, against the Dark Lord. We shall have to keep doing this. Yet given just now, I am sure you will be, I dare say, an excellent Occlumens, Valerie.”



“And what was that last memory?”



“Nothing, sir. My father that’s all. Tucking me into bed,” said Valerie apathetically.



“There was more to it than that. Tell me.”



“No! I don’t want to talk about it,” Valerie wailed.



Snape without warning broke into her mind again, and Valerie resisted this time, blocking him before he could see anything at all, just as an expert Occlumens would do.



And without being fully conscious, Valerie retaliated and broke into his mind. She saw a boy of about three down by a dirty river, waving innocently as a man walked across the bridge from a mill, perhaps going to work there. Then she saw a flash of a woman cowering in the corner, a man now waving his finger at her, and the boy was now slightly older, crying and hiding in the corner. And then she saw a beautiful young woman with red hair smiling at a gangly dark-haired teenage Snape.



“Get out of there Valerie. I did not give you permission to act as a Legilimens. Did I?”



“No, headmaster. Please, it was an accident,” Valerie pleaded guiltily.



“....I understand. You made an honest mistake,” said Snape watching her carefully, after a thoughtful moment. About to bring her memory up, the one he broke into, Valerie interrupted him, “Oh, and was that the same lady I saw? The woman in the photograph there?” Valerie pointed to the photo, ripped down one side, sitting in a picture frame on the desk.



“Obviously,” said Snape with a tone of irritation at her probing questions.



Valerie gazed at Snape thoughtfully; “…Did you love her…sir?”



Snape looked at Valerie hard and something dark like a black shadow, past over his face and made his eyes even gloomier. “…I- Perhaps I shall tell you. But some other time, Valerie. Now is not it.”



Valerie sighed and nodded, looking straight at him, standing over her, at the side of his desk. Snape decided to sit down at his desk now, thinking he was finished for the day with her. He was thinking that the Occlumency had went surprisingly well, and what was more, Valerie had shown signs of being a promising Legilimens.



Valerie put her palm to her cheek, elbow on the desk, and turned her head to the side, sluggishly. She was bored. But then she noticed the stone basin with runes carved on the sides. Her head arched curiously, and her eyes sparkled with sudden excitement as she saw dozens of gossamer strands floating in the pensieve. It was chock full of Snape’s memories!



Snape of course hadn’t missed her eyeing it. “Don’t get any ideas. If you sneak in there when I’m out; I shall punish you in the worst way. The one punishment you will not enjoy. I shall have nothing to do with you again, and I shall expel you. Do not go looking in there. Do I make myself absolutely plain?” he said firmly.



Valerie nodded profusely and said, “I promise I won’t go in your private memories. Not ever.”



Snape trusted her assertion that she wouldn’t, as he looked at her steadily. He changed the subject; “It appears you are a natural at acquiring Occlumency skills, Miss Powers. I mean, Valerie. I want you to practice every night before sleep, and next week we shall see if you improve.”



“Yes, professor, I suppose I was pretty good at it, wasn’t I?”



“Yes, you were…”



For a moment Snape glanced at her and Valerie looked back. Until she asked, still looking at him “Sir, when are you going to do it?” and her voice was punctuated by a tenseness.



Snape saw into her mind, her thought about what she meant. 'Her punishment'! He had forgotten over the preceding week.



He eyed her back, his lashes narrowing, looking down his hooked nose at her from across the table. Perfectly calm, he asked her, “How about doing it now?”



“Oh-Okay,” said Valerie, nervously.



Snape leaned back in his chair, and dragged it back. She just sat waiting for further instruction.



“Come on…,” said Snape solemnly.



Valerie rose rigidly, and approached his side slowly, a deep frown in her face. It kind of freaked her out that Snape was so righteous about doing this to her. This wasn’t for her fun, this was meant to hurt. But Valerie knew she would enjoy the pain, at least for awhile. She always liked pain, yet she had no idea why.



Finally she stepped right before him, at his knees and she felt him at once, envelop his right arm around her waist, and then she was lying, across his knee. ‘This is cozy,’ she thought.



She could feel him shift his weight, on his legs so she was evenly spread prone before him.



“Hands behind your back Valerie.”



Valerie obeyed at once and then she felt her hands charmed, stuck together at the wrists.



She then gasped as she felt her skit lifted, and her bottom exposed to the chilly air of his office, in the dimly lit circular room, in which the curtains remained closed as usual.



She felt a cool hand, almost caress her cheeks. It felt so good. She moaned, remembering how he spread the murtlap almost a week ago.



“Mhmmm….,” she could already feel the liquid sliding down her inner thighs and he had not even begun!



Yet her bottom was still slightly red. “Is it sore Valerie?”



“No, sir. I’m telling the truth. Just prickles sometimes,”



“Good…” and without further ado, he began raining hard, deliberate smacks on her buttocks. He did not begin slowly, as he was only doing it today to punish her.



After several minutes, Valerie finally began to cry. Her bottom was fast turning to black and blue and it was very painful. Snape was being so harsh with her.



“Do you know why I am doing this?”



“Ahhh!…Ahhh!…Yes…sir…”



Snape then said as if annoyed, yet patient, “Remind me why I am spanking you, Valerie.” And as he spoke, he continued the loud smacks, sounding in the air with each impact.



“Because I insulted you, sir!”



“That is not quite all of it. Repeat to me your insinuations that night.”



Valerie gritted her teeth and speaking through them, it was all she could do to stop herself from screaming, she whined, “I only remember – ‘get some courage sir’ or something like that! I forget! Um…It was because of what happened with the Dark Lord. I’m sorry. Please, this is hurting!”



“I should hope this is painful for you. And only I decide when it is finished….”



Snape continued to smack her cheeks, sometimes hitting the tops of the thighs. And Valerie could feel his crotch between his pants, a hard rough ball, rubbing against her pelvis.

He continued to strike more absently, as his other hand went for his desk and he took out a small implement from a drawer. It looked like a metal ruler. Except it was a wizard astronomical measuring tool with moon phases inscribed on it.



He wielded it and laid another smack on her searing bottom with the metal implement, as he said, “You insulted me as Headmaster of Hogwarts,” and he gave her another hard smack and she cried in agony.



“As a professor,” and another smack with the implement, “and most significantly as a man.”



And he laid several firm smacks on her with the implement for another minute, until Valerie’s sobs were finally receding into nothingness. Not until she went quiet, had he laid the rod down on the desk. He waited a moment to see if she really was subdued. She did not stir, but enjoyed the tranquility and she understood that it wasn’t her place to call the end of her castigation.



Snape then pulled her thong up from where it had been wrapped around her gray knee-high socks. He put it back on as best he could, and the little strip went between her two lobes, that were now streaked with indentations from the ruler and many, many deep, dark bruises.
He took his wand and uncharmed her stuck together wrists, so that they weren't forced to be held at her back.


He then smoothed her skirt back down, resting his hand possessively on her bottom and giving it a squeeze.



“Ow…,” Valerie croaked.



“That spanking had better serve as a lesson. Hopefully the only one I have to inflict….” He paused still resting his hand on her buttocks, where he had spanked for a full half an hour, and Snape’s eyes drifted over to the photograph of Lily Evans Potter on his desk. His face became disgusted as he thought he would never have seen a reason to spank that beautiful, wonderful woman…'But Valerie was so different from Lily'!



Finally, he lifted her by the waist, his elbow under her midriff as he stood up, and then he let go. Valerie stood straight, again and hung her head in shame.



“If anyone should be feeling shame it is you, Valerie. You have no idea what I do for the sake of everyone here. To secure what….the school has called ‘the greater good’. You should be ashamed of your impertinence towards your headmaster, professor, and a wizard. A man who is indeed brave. Braver than you despite being a Gryffindor.”



And now Valerie looked up at him, she felt his cold breath down her chest, for he was standing right in her space. Tears stung her eyes, and she gulped down another sob and whispered, “Yes, s-sir.”



“Now, leave until the next Dark Arts lesson. And practice your Occlumency. Oh yes, since you have proved to be gaining mastery of the branch of magic, I shall tell you. My true loyalties lie with Dumbledore and I am also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. I am not loyal to the Dark Lord. Now, remember: I trust you will tell nobody. For if you do, I will be forced to kill you, Valerie. I am serious, don’t you tell anybody about it.” As Snape had spoken he had done it in a rush, forcing the words out of his mouth, as if he couldn’t stand to think of the possible outcome.



“I won’t!” she whimpered in a shrill.



And Snape put his hands on her shoulders from behind, leading her out of his study. “But –But, sir wait! I really thought you were loyal to the Dark Lord!….I’m shocked. And I- I don’t deserve your help or – or – you!”



“What do you mean?,” said Snape darkly, and he turned, going in front of her to look at her face.



“I’m a bad person, sir. I don’t make friends easily probably because I’m such a hard case. A very bad, spiteful girl, is exactly what I am.”



“Perhaps…I do not know you well enough to make that judgment Valerie. You can be very feisty and yes you are a difficult student…” and he added lightly, “though it is nothing that I would call dark. Nothing that a couple of hard spankings won’t improve.” However, Snape’s comment was wrong, about the extent of Valerie’s darkness.



“Goodbye, sir,” said Valerie and she closed the door behind her, not feeling very close to Snape anymore at all.



And Snape went back to his desk, until he heard Dumbledore speak and he jumped.



“Were you watching me punishing her?” Snape asked more sharply than he intended.



“Some of it, Severus….,” said Dumbledore, wearily, peering closely at Snape through the half-moon spectacles.



“What you need to do, is help that poor girl. Help that young woman find the good inside of her, Severus. I’m afraid she is only aware of her darkness. She is much too hard on herself.”



Snape sneered at this advice from Dumbledore shrugging his shoulders. “I disagree, professor. I see Valerie Powers, as more a defiant student, passionate to the point of out of control zealousness…. Although I must admit I happen to fancy her….”









Note: The story will not consist of a bunch of Occlumency lessons. This might be the only one. Something else happens much more interesting next, and the setting will change from the headmaster's office.