Corruption Of Innocence
Corruption Of Innocence
Professor Severus Snape is a man with a tortured past. Can the only person to save him be one of his own students?
Long ago Severus Snape joined the Death Eaters only to find that they took more from him than he could have ever imagined.
Now thirty years later he is still dwelling in the misery of his past. Then came an unpredictable turn of events. An ex student of his returns to Hogwarts with something more on her mind than simply teaching.
Will Severus be able to resist a tempting offer for final peace and sanctuary or will he deny her?
A Corruption Of Innocence
This composition is purely a recreational piece. By no means do I gain any money for this work. JK Rowling owns everything except Taya Matterson and Dionysius Lorsekruker. This document is purely a work of fiction, nothing else.
Warning - contains material of a sexual nature including rape and torture. MM and MF sex. This is not a fiction aimed at children.
Rating- NC 17.
Set approximately ten years after
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A corruption Of Innocence
Prologue
Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry was a large and impressive building, standing atop a craggy hill overlooking an expansive lake. Surrounding it was rolling moors and ice-capped mountains. A castle with a deep and intrinsic antiquity, hidden in the untamed wilds of the Scottish moors. Buried also within it’s ancient stone walls, willowy towers and turrets was a school steeped in magical reverie with a colourful history of over one thousand years.
Not only did students and staff reside there, but also an odd assortment of the not so living, the ghosts and ghouls of Hogwarts past and present.
It was mid January. Snow still fell outside covering the unbroken landscape in a thick white blanket. The lake was frozen over and the children made extra value of it when not at lessons to skate or slide. The benign giant squid lay dormant beneath the surface. Only when spring came and the ice finally began to melt did it decide to emerge from it’s silent slumber, but until then the students were safe to play on the icy surface.
It was late, darkness had befallen many hours previously. The bitter coldness of the winter nights was only marginally warmed a few degrees by the roaring open fires throughout the castle interiors, except for hidden passages and secret tunnels, unused classrooms and the dungeons.
The sound of quiet footsteps and a rustle of fabric could be heard echoing faintly through the long dark corridors. A figure swathed in black made his way down into the dark recesses of the dungeoThe The only visible light was the lantern he was carrying with him.