Owned

This is my first official story - please don\'t kill me for the quality - R/R

Disclaimer: I don’t own them, is not making money, is just playing… yada yada yada….

Comment from roomy: “You’re a sick woman”

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“I belong to Severus Snape”

“Write it Miss Wood”

The girl’s jaw dropped as she eyed the Professor with a look of disgust.

“No - are you mad?”

The look of fury in the Potion Master’s eyes told her a terrible truth

“You can’t make me!”

She dropped the pitch black quill on the desk as if it had burned her.

“Write it!”

The Professor picked up the quill and tried to hand it to the terrified girl but Amanda jumped from her seat and back away, towards the door.

“Never!”

Calmly placing the quill back on the table he pulled out his wand.

“I can make you, you know!”

Pulling out her own wand she instantly knew she would be no match for him. Her eyes grew wide with fear.

“You wouldn’t!”

Stepping closer he twirled his wand between his long sleek fingers with ease. His cold black eyes narrowed as he eyed her closer and smirked.

“Don’t be so sure about that!”

Letting threats be threats and wands be wands, Amanda shrieked, turned and ran for the door. Not even noticing the swishing of robes and a wand.

“Imperio!”

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As waking up from a daydream, Amanda looked down at the paper. What looked like red ink was written on the parchment, her own writing was the words and the words… She gasped, throwing the quill away and onto the floor. It didn’t bounce like a normal quill would have, it’s didn’t float lightly to the stonefloor like a normal feather would have, instead it landed hard and like a stone. Like it was a dead spirit and possessed by a force. She stopped looking at the feather, the fall to the floor had drawned her in, like it was her destiny falling to the ground, like her future was as dark as the colour of the quill. Pitch Black.
The back of her hand was stinging but right now that was the least of her concerns. She needed to burn that piece of paper. It needed to be destroyed, but as she looked up she saw the Potion Master loking down at her with a very satisfied smirk. He plan had succeded.
Jumping from her seat she felt the aftershock of the spell as she tripped over her feet and landed face first on the cold floor. A cold snicker told her that someone, a certain Professor, found her little stunt amusing. A strong hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to her feet. Locked eye to eye with the dark haired man she swallowed hard.

“Yes Miss Wood, you now belong to me, I will keep this piece of paper to remind in case you forget and there will of course be punishment in case you try to destroy it or in any other way tries to get rd of it!”

He pushed her back in her chair and moved to his desk, placing the parchment in a drawer he pulled out another e ofe of parchment and handed it to her.

“These are your rules, you will obey them or you will be punished”

Leaning against the desk he just looked at her. Amanda looked at the parchment in front of her and shivered. This was unbelievable and so unreal. She was sure that in a few minutes or hopefully seconds she would wake up in her bed and it would all be over. Or?
Reaching for the parchment with a shaking hand, she screamed as something hard hit her hand. Looking up she saw the Professor standing with a cane which was the thing he had just hit her with.

“I never told you to pick up the parchment, you need specific orders from me to do anything and I do mean anything!”

Meeting his cold eyes again, she knew he was serious, the man had no sense of humour.

“Now you’ll take that parchment to your dorm, read it three times until you know all of the rules, I will know if you’re lacking in anything. Since tomorrow is a Saturday you will meet me down here at eight am, sharp!”

With that he turned and left for his private chambers, Amanda was still sitting and holding her hand which was sore from the slap. If this was a dream, she wouldn’t be able to pick up the parchment, she would instead wake up in her bed. Right?
Reaching for the parchment again, her hand shoke even more. Oh Merlin, let it be a dream. As the smooth paper touched her skin she felt tears in her eyes and a nausea the size of Rome in her stomach. This was not looking good. Finally realizing that she wasn’t under the spell anymore and she bolted for the door. The air in the classroom seemed suddenly very moist and hot, she had trouble breathing not to mention, she was still shaking.
It all seemed like a blur as she was resting against the cold stonewall of the hallway, closed eyes and tears streaming down her cheeks. Struggling to breath she felt like her lungs were filled with cold water, making it difficult to breath but at the same time numbing her inside.
Her brown-green eyes snapped open as she heard footsteps down the hallway, she just couldn’t face anyone right now. Still clutching the parchment in her hand she ran for the Huffelpuff Commonroom as quickly as possibly, struggling to keep herself on her feet without collapsing. This day just couldn’t end quick enough.