Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 92 ~ Discovery

Andreas wasted no time telling Mathias about the change in his vision and how Voldemort was going to start his war by the New Year. Mathias realized that his own vision about his mother and father most likely had altered too, then. Probably the Dark Lord wouldn't kill them now…he had bigger things on his mind. But still it didn't make Mathias want to kill him any less. If he took over the wizarding world, they were all finished.

"We have to make a plan, Andreas. We have to find a way to get to him before the New Year," Mathias said.

"I've already informed your father, who is telling the Headmaster. Probably he will formulate a plan using the Order," Andreas said.

"The Order hasn't been able to do anything to Voldemort for years," Mathias said, frowning. "We need our own plan."

He plopped down on Andreas' bed.

"Help me think!" Mathias seethed at his brother.

Andreas sat down next to him, his brow furrowed in thought.

Gods, they didn't have much time at all.

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Jasmine arrived at the Young DKV meeting as usual, and found the room designated for their meeting empty except for Franklin, who was sitting at the head table broodingly. He looked up as she entered. Jasmine looked around.

"Where is everyone?" she asked Franklin.

"Quit," he muttered, "They all quit. They said they didn't want to be members anymore. It's just you and me now, Jasmine."

Franklin looked at her hopefully…then his face fell as she shook her head slowly.

"No, Franklin…I'm out too. I've always been out. I only rejoined because of my father. You can't have a club with just two members. The DKV was wrong," the witch said.

"I don't understand it. We purebloods are the best…how did we fail? What do we do now?" he asked her rather brokenly.

"We live like everyone else lives, Franklin. Your goal shouldn't be to be better than everyone else. Your goal should be to become the best YOU can be. That's all you need to do," Jasmine said, walking toward the exit.

Franklin's eyes followed Jasmine as she left the room. He started to follow her, then stopped, sat back down and dropped his head into his hands.

It was really over.

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Tonks, dressed in a black robe and her hair spiked and spelled in black and white checks, walked down Hogwarts dungeon corridor. She had come to retrieve the boys for their training since Severus was busy 'protecting' Hermione.

Tonks snorted.

"Protecting her, eh? Bet he's using his 'sword," she muttered.

She caught up to some Slytherins walking ahead of her.

"Hey. You know Mathias Snape and Andreas Mbutu?" she asked the sixth-year boy who stared at the spiky-haired witch for a moment.

"Yes," he responded shortly.

"Can you tell them that Tonks is here to get them?" the Auror asked.

The Slytherin nodded as he continued to look at the witch. She was very pretty. What did she want with Mathias and Andreas? Where the boys went during the week with Professor Snape was an ongoing mystery. Now a witch was here to take them away. Very interesting.

"I'll get them," the boy said. "You wait here."

Tonks smirked at the Slytherin's command. They were all bossy like that it seemed.

"Right here," she said, stopping as the boy walked forward and hid the movements that opened the wall to the common room entrance. He disappeared.

After about fifteen minutes, the wall opened and Mathias and Andreas walked out, dressed in their workout clothes.

"We didn't think we'd be going tonight, Tonks," Mathias said, falling into step with the Auror as she quickly walked back up the corridor.

"Well, that's what you get for thinking," she replied, "You two aren't going to skive off on your training just because your dad is babysitting your mum. Things are getting hairy in the wizarding world. We might have to induct you two into the Order."

"But you have to be at least eighteen to join the Order," Mathias said. "Plus you know I'm supposed to take the Mark, Tonks."

"I don't think your taking the Mark is going to be that important Mathias. Voldemort has all the marked people he needs to start a war," the witch replied as they entered the main hall and headed for the doors that led to the Hogwarts grounds

"He wants Mathias for his inner circle though, Tonks…not the DKV," Andreas said as Tonks pushed open the doors. He and Mathias followed her.

"Oh yeah, there is that. He might still want you after all, Mathias. You'll just have to be a spy like your dad then," the witch said.

"A spy?" Mathias mouthed at Andreas, grinning.

Andreas nodded enthusiastically.

"But then again," Tonks said thoughtfully, "You were to take the Mark at eighteen. He doesn't take deatheaters younger than that. Something about the oath of fealty. It doesn't take until then. It's a hard oath to break. Severus went through hell when Albus had to take it off him years ago."

So…most likely Mathias wouldn't have to join the Dark Lord's ranks. That was good.

Tonks unwarded the gates, let the boys through, then warded it back. She placed an arm around each of their shoulders.

"Let's go," she said, disapparating with them.

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When they entered twelve Grimmauld Place, both boys froze in place as a huge weredog bounded up to Tonks and jumped on her, knocking the Auror back a few feet.

"Down Gabby!" Tonks said smiling as the weredog licked her liberally.

Gabby sat down in front of her, his tail thumping. Then his yellow eyes turned toward the two wizards.

"Gabby?" Mathias asked as he studied the huge animal.

"Yes, Gabby. He was Rita Skeeter's pet. Albus let me bring him here. He's a member of the Order now. Our mascot. His claim to fame is that he eats deatheaters," Tonks said, ruffling Gabby's great furry head.

"He looks like he could eat a lot more than deatheaters. He's huge," Mathias said.

Andreas stared at the weredog. Gabby's yellow eyes met his evenly.

"Hello little brother," Andreas said to the weredog softly.

Gabby's tail thumped and he made a noise in his throat at Andreas, whose forehead wrinkled slightly. He made a noise back at the beast. Suddenly, Gabby let out a long, mournful, and hair-raising howl, then walked over and bumped his head against Andreas' knees.

Tonks and Mathias looked at each other, then at Andreas, who dropped and petted the weredog gently.

"He asked me why he was here. I let him know his Mistress is dead and this is his new home now," Andreas said, still petting the weredog.

Mathias looked at Andreas.

"You can talk to animals? You never told me that," Mathias said to him.

"You never asked me. Besides, I can't talk to all animals…only those who have lived with people," the black wizard replied straightening.

Tonks looked at Andreas speculatively.

"That isn't ordinary magic," she said, cocking her head at the wizard.

"No," Andreas admitted, "It is the power of my people. Different magic."

Tonks looked at Gabby who had sat down next to Andreas.

"That could come in handy," she said, "If you became an Auror, you could interrogate people's pets and familiars for information. You should think about it."

Andreas nodded.

"Well, I'm going to go easy on you blokes tonight. You can have free run of the ROR. I have some paperwork I have to finish. Just make sure you do your workouts first," Tonks said.

Mathias and Andreas looked at each other grinning. That's exactly what they needed to work on formulating a plan. They looked at Tonks expectantly.

"Well go on! I can see you're both dying to get down there," she said, waving her hand at them. The boys took off for the cellar door that led to the ROR, Gabby bounding after them.

Tonks watched the three disappear down the stairs. The weredog seemed to take an instant liking to the boys. She wondered what other talents Andreas had.

He would make quite an Auror.

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Andreas and Mathias stood in the simulation of Voldemort's throne room. They left the weredog standing guard outside. He might have wanted to get in on the action. The blue gem was on the pedestal and Voldemort was sitting in his throne waiting for the simulation to start. The boys had developed a strategy to get the jewel every time now, though the deatheaters were much tougher. The first thing they would do was to cast a dampening spell to weaken the golems' and their own ability to do magic…then they would fight physically, always concentrating on getting the gem and escaping. They were successful most of the time.

Andreas looked around the room frowning.

"This scenario is good training, but most likely we won't be in a position like this," the black wizard said thoughtfully. "We need the room to generate something else for us."

Mathias nodded.

"End scenario," the wizard said. The room instantly became blank.

"What should we ask for?" Mathias asked.

Andreas looked thoughtful.

"This ROR is much more advanced then ours at Hogwarts. But the room at Hogwarts generates the scenarios we need without instruction. I bet that this room can divine the best scenario for our success if we give it free rein. Concentrate on our situation as hard as you can. Supposedly, the ROR draws information from our minds. Maybe it will show us what we need to do," Andreas suggested.

This made sense.

"All right," Mathias said, and he concentrated on all he knew about Voldemort and the danger he poised to the wizarding world. Andreas did too.

The room around them shimmered several times, scenes appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye. Mathias caught glimpses of Voldemort in various locations, and other people as well. He even saw his father for an instant before he disappeared. Finally the ROR filled in. Both wizards looked around.

They appeared to be in a large bedroom, the walls lined with black velvet curtains, and there was a huge four-poster bed, the posts, headboard and endboard all intricately carved with snakes. A black wardrobe stood against the far wall. Torches burned low in the corner of the room, and the atmosphere was decidedly sinister.

"What is this?" Mathias whispered, looking about.

Andreas looked down at his feet and saw a flask and a machete sitting there. The flask looked familiar. He picked it up and studied it.

"Iboga Potion," he breathed.

Then he picked up the machete. It was made in the manner of the tools his people used to harvest or slaughter animals. Andreas knew it was specifically for him.

Suddenly Lord Voldemort fuzzed in. Or his golem rather.

"All right," Mathias said. "We're in the Dark Lord's bedroom. What possible reason could we have for even being here?"

Andreas' heart dropped as he realized there was only one scenario this could possibly be.

Suddenly Jasmine fuzzed in.

Mathias' eyes went wide.

"What is Jasmine doing here?" he said, scowling. Suddenly Jasmine's robe turned into a Slytherin colored nightie, that didn't leave much to the imagination. Her eyes fell on the Dark Lord. She looked resigned.

"Oh no," Mathias breathed. "No, Jasmine. No. Not him."

"Mathias," Andreas said to the wizard. Mathias didn't move as he looked at Jasmine with despair in his eyes. She was with the Dark Lord.

"Mathias…Jasmine isn't here willingly," Andreas said.

Mathias turned his eyes on his brother. They were haunted and angry.

"Look how's she's dressed, Andreas. She knows what she's doing. I can't believe she'd be willing to fuck the Dark Lord. Look at him. He's a monster," the wizard said.

"Mathias, when Jasmine was evaluated, the Dark Lord made her his Consort. She was supposed to go to him on her eighteenth birthday…"

The wizard studied Jasmine.

"But she doesn't look much older than she is now, here. More than likely, the Dark Lord plans to take her sooner," the wizard concluded.

Mathias' eyes narrowed.

"You knew about this and didn't tell me, Andreas?" he asked his brother accusingly.

"It wasn't my place to tell you, Mathias. That was up to Jasmine. She confided in me because she had no one else to tell. Most witches would have told everyone because of the status being Consort to the Dark Lord gives them, but Jasmine doesn't want to do it. She doesn't feel it an honor. But she has to obey her father. That is the real reason she was sent to the island, because she protested and told him she didn't want to serve the Dark Lord. The only way Voldemort won't fuck her is if she isn't a virgin when she comes to him…and even then she might face another punishment, though I doubt it can be worse than allowing a wizard like that to touch her," Andreas said.

Mathias stared at the simulation.

"Andreas…do you think the room can just run a simulation with us as observers? Just a scenario of what might happen if we weren't here?"

"Possibly," Andreas said.

"Let's try to run it," Mathias said.

Andreas looked doubtful.

"Mathias, I don't think you want to see this," the wizard said. "I don't think it's wise. There's no way to know if it is what will actually happen."

"I still want to see," Mathias said.

"ROR, run the simulation as if we weren't here," Andreas said, not sure if his command would work. Suddenly the golems began to move.

"Ah Jasmine, you are beautiful," the Dark Lord purred in his high-pitched voice as he advanced on the witch, one elegant scaled hand reaching for her cheek.

Jasmine flinched, and the Dark Lord scowled blackly.

"You find me unappealing, witch?" he demanded.

"You…you just look so different from when I saw you in the evaluation," the witch replied.

The wizard looked at her. Suddenly he backhanded Jasmine and the witch fell to the floor.

Mathias charged Voldemort but passed right through him. He couldn't affect the simulation. It was like an illusion.

"You think I'm a monster," he hissed at the witch, pulling her back up by the hair.

"Fight Jasmine!" Mathias hissed as Andreas watched his reaction with a worried expression.

But Jasmine wouldn't fight. She stood before the Dark Lord, who had a painful grip in her hair. Her cheek was turning black and blue.

"Well, my little witch…I will show you what a monster is…" he hissed, unbuttoning his robes with one hand. He was naked underneath, and his cock writhed out and poked the witch in her belly.

Jasmine screamed in horror and did strike the wizard's arm, forcing him to release her and running for the door. She wrestled with the knob frantically but it wouldn't open.

"You…you dare strike me?" Voldemort hissed at her. Suddenly the wizard thrust his palm at her and Jasmine froze in place, her eyes shifting wildly. Voldemort walked up to her slowly and placed his face very close to hers.

"You are going to learn a very hard lesson tonight, Lady Malfoy. No one has raised a hand to me since I was in Hogwarts. You will pay for your insubordination dearly. I'm going to enjoy this," he said softly.

The wizard picked the witch up and threw her into the bed. He snapped his fingers and her stiffness vanished, but it was easy to see that she couldn't control her limbs. The wizard stripped off his robes and stood naked before the witch…then walked over to the black wardrobe against the far wall, opened it and took out a thick leather belt. He closed the wardrobe and walked back to the witch.

Mathias' eyes were wide with horror.

"End the simulation, Mathias," Andreas hissed at him.

"No…I need to know…" Mathias said, "And don't you dare do it, Andreas…or I will put you out and watch it alone."

Andreas shook his head and turned back to the simulation. Voldemort was standing over the bed, the thick belt in one hand. He flicked his hand at Jasmine and suddenly the witch was naked. Voldemort hissed as his looked down on her body. He leaned over her, parted the witch's labia with two fingers and studied her sex, his red eyes glinting.

"Yes. You still have your maidenhead. But not for long," the wizard hissed, straightening again and licking his fingers. Then his face contorted with lust.

"I need to prepare you first. There can be no pleasure without pain, Jasmine," Voldemort breathed, his cock snaking about excitedly as he raised the belt.

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About an hour and a half later, Mathias and Andreas exited the ROR in silence. Mathias was paler than usual, and Andreas was sober. Gabby looked up at the boys and whined. He could sense something was very wrong. They were no longer happy.

Mathias sat down on one of the benches, and Andreas sat beside him.

Neither said a word for almost twenty minutes.

"That is the scenario," Mathias said, his voice flat and emotionless, "That is when we kill him, when Jasmine goes to him. That is the scenario we must perfect, Andreas. He will be alone with her, no deatheaters present. We have to get in there and kill him then."

Andreas nodded.

"The room provided Iboga Potion. I don't think it was real, but I believe we are to use it," the wizard said.

"A journey? What good would a journey to the Dark Soul do? What are we supposed to do…force it down Voldemort's throat? He has to drink every drop and some would spill, Andreas."

Andreas looked at Mathias thoughtfully.

"Not necessarily," he replied, his eyes dark as they rested on Mathias, "Not necessarily my brother. Are you ready to return to the room and fight?"

Mathias nodded.

"Yes," he breathed, his black eyes murderous, "Fight and win."

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Tonks took Mathias and Andreas back to Hogwarts, let them in, rewarded the gates and disapparated back to Order Headquarters.

The boys took off at a run across the grounds and entered the castle. Mathias was walking fast.

"What is your hurry, brother?" Andreas said.

"I need to talk to my father," Mathias replied.

"But it's late. He's probably already retired," Andreas said.

"I don't care. I need to talk to him tonight or I won't get any sleep," the wizard replied as they approached the Potions office. Mathias removed the wards on the door. He could enter his father's rooms at anytime. The wards recognized him. Mathias turned toward Andreas.

"You go on to bed, Andreas. I'll see you in the morning," he said to the wizard. They clasped hands strongly.

"All right, Mathias. I hope things go well with the Professor," Andreas replied, walking up the corridor toward the entrance to Slytherin house.

Mathias let himself in, closed and rewarded the door. He pulled the torch and entered his father's study. He looked toward the bedroom. The door was open and a low glow was visible, but he didn't want to walk in there. He wasn't sure if his mother and father were asleep or involved in something he really didn't want to see.

"Dad? Dad, I need to talk to you…it's important," he called.

He heard a noise and the glow in the room brightened. Yes, his father was awake. But it was Hermione who walked out of the room, tying her robe around herself.

"Mathias, what's wrong…is everything all right?" she asked him worriedly, walking up to him and moving his hair out of his face so she could study it.

Severus walked out of the room, also tying his robe around him.

"Everything's fine, mum. I just need to talk to dad," Mathias replied, his dark eyes flicking over to his father.

"At this hour? About what?" Hermione asked, frowning slightly.

Mathias sighed inwardly. He knew what he was about to say would hurt his mother's feelings.

"It's private mum. I just need to talk to dad about it," he said softly.

"Private. Private?" she asked him.

"Yes. Something between me and him. Just me and him mum. Wizard stuff," Mathias responded.

Hermione's face fell.

Severus looked at his son. The boy would never purposely hurt his mother. This must be important. The Potions Master walked up behind Hermione and gently grasped her shoulders.

"You go back to bed, Hermione. I will be along after I talk to our son," he said gently.

He turned Hermione and walked her back to the bedroom.

She turned and looked at Mathias with hurt eyes, then walked into the room and closed the door behind her.

Severus turned and looked at him.

"You hurt her, you know," the wizard said to his son.

"I know, Dad. But I'm growing up. I can't tell mum everything anymore. She needs to realize that," he said, walking to one of the armchairs and sitting down.

Severus took the other and watched as Mathias drew his wand and cast a silencing spell around them.

The boy went silent for several moments, apparently brooding. Finally the Potions Master said something.

"What did you want to talk to me about, son?" Severus asked him.

Mathias looked at him.

"I need you to tell me how to deflower a virgin."

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A/N: Whoa! The niffler's out of the cage now isn't it? Mathias not only knows that Jasmine is supposed to be Voldemort's consort, but also what might happen to her when she goes to him. It's all coming to a head now. I am trying to decide whether or not to write the discussion he and Severus have, or return to the trial and get it out of the way. I think it will be the latter. Anyway, please review.