It Happened One Night in Knockturn Alley
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
7,705
Reviews:
25
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0
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Do Deatheaters Have Fans?
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Chapter 1 ~ Do Deatheaters Have Fans?
Twenty-one year old Severus Snape walked alone through Knockturn Alley deep in thought. Several hours earlier he had left another Deatheater meeting, sick to his stomach by the senseless slaughter of two muggle women, little more than children really, who had been raped and mutilated beyond recognition by at least fifteen grown men and women. He himself had applied the killing curse to the poor creatures.
Things had changed. Voldemort was no longer human, and his purpose had devolved from protecting blood, to spilling it. The Dark Lord no longer wanted to secure the place of purebloods, but instead wanted to rule the entire wizarding world, killing all those who did not agree with his outlook. He killed purebloods as well as muggles and muggleborns; and he reveled in torture and mutilation. Whenever he was angered by the slightest hitch in his plans, he would lash out violently with Unforgivables, not caring if the one subjected to his ire was a victim or even one of his own loyal followers. He would punish and/or kill on a whim, and there were none who dared oppose him.
Voldemort surrounded himself with death and suffering. He ruled his minions not by loyalty, but by fear. If a deatheater was even rumored to have spoken against Voldemort’s policies, he would be brutally whipped and beaten, no proof needed. Voldemort operated on the “just in case” principle. He would punish his own just in case they had an errant thought.
There was much jealous competition among the ranks of the deatheaters. Everyone was desperate to be among the favored of the Dark Lord, and would do anything to secure a place in his hierarchy, even lying on a fellow deatheater and sending him to his death to move up in rank. What was supposed to be a close knit association of same-minded individuals was actually the equivalent of a wolf pack, the members ready to close over and rip apart anyone who showed or was perceived to have the slightest weakness.
Severus had served Voldemort well for the past three years, brewing the intricate potions that transformed the once handsome man into the thing he was today. Now, the Dark Lord turned a suspicious eye on the Potions Master, led by accusations by other of his minions, jealous of the favor the young dark wizard received. He also feared Severus might brew a potion to destroy him. Like all despots, Voldemort was paranoid. In addition, Severus had also stopped entertaining Voldemort with his sexual skills, claiming to have accidentally imbibed a potion which rendered him impotent. He told his Lord this this one night when presented with a kidnapped muggle girl, whom the Dark Lord wanted him to rape. Indeed, when she was stripped nude and spread before him, her young eyes wide with terror, Severus had no sexual reaction to her. She was given to the others, raped, mutilated and was ultimately killed by Severus. She couldn’t have been more than fifteen.
Voldemort had been testing him ever since, subjecting him to sudden public blowjobs by female deatheaters, to see if he would become erect. Severus was always one step ahead of him, drinking a potion that would stop any sexual reaction before answering the Dark Lord's summons. He would stay flaccid despite the women’s best ministrations. The women did their best, because failure meant the Cruciatus curse. Severus didn’t care. Better them than him. Still, Voldemort did not trust Severus. When he searched his Potion’s Masters mind, he never found anything untoward at all. Nothing. Everyone had some hidden secrets. Severus’ lack of secrets led Voldemort to believe Severus was hiding something. And Severus was. He was hiding the fact that he intended to leave Voldemort’s service and turn himself in. He could take it no longer. Maybe if he turned himself in and told what he knew about the Dark Lord’s plans, he could make up for some of the terrible things he’d done while in his service.
While walking through a particularly dark portion of Knockturn Alley, Severus heard a slight sound behind him. A misstep. He continued to walk, drawing his hood around his head. When he turned the corner, he drew his blade and waited pressed against the wall. A small cloaked, hooded figure appeared. Severus quickly threw a chokehold on the offender, his dagger held tight to the stranger’s throat.
“Who are you, and why are you following me?” Severus hissed, “Talk fast. I have a thirsty blade.”
“You’re a deatheater,” a female voice said. “I have a thing for deatheaters. I thought you might…might want to spend a little time with me.”
Hm, that was an American accent. Severus pulled the hood back. A red-haired young woman with freckles, silver eyes and the fullest, juiciest lips he had ever seen looked back at him. He pressed his fingers to her temple searching her mind with legilimency to see if she were a plant by Voldemort. He saw her performing sexual acts for other deatheaters he knew. Images of her lurking in the shadows, following the masked, cloaked figures, approaching them and being utilized by them. She was a lucky girl to have survived so many encounters. Severus let her go.
“So, you’re a deatheater groupie, eh?” he said, putting his blade away and looking at her with interest. “Why do you like deatheaters so much?”
“Because they’re rebels, they’re dangerous, and deadly. That turns me on,” she said, looking at him and licking her full lips.
“Have you ever killed anybody?” she asked Severus excitedly.
The young wizard looked at her. He nodded, and watched a powerful shudder wash over the young woman. Her eyes rolled up into her head. It looked like she orgasmed.
He frowned at her.
“Did you just…come?” he asked her.
She looked at him a little cross-eyed.
“Yeah…I did,” she said, “I told you deatheaters turn me on.”
Severus raised his eyebrows.
Shit.
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A/N: Hi all. I am here at work with nothing to do and this idea popped into my head. Severus meets a groupie. LOL. I know. Anyway while writing I am being swamped with phone calls so I may have to do some editing of this when I get home since my focus is being interrupted. But I felt like writing and this seems like it could be pretty hot and hilarious. What do you think? Well, please review.
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Chapter 1 ~ Do Deatheaters Have Fans?
Twenty-one year old Severus Snape walked alone through Knockturn Alley deep in thought. Several hours earlier he had left another Deatheater meeting, sick to his stomach by the senseless slaughter of two muggle women, little more than children really, who had been raped and mutilated beyond recognition by at least fifteen grown men and women. He himself had applied the killing curse to the poor creatures.
Things had changed. Voldemort was no longer human, and his purpose had devolved from protecting blood, to spilling it. The Dark Lord no longer wanted to secure the place of purebloods, but instead wanted to rule the entire wizarding world, killing all those who did not agree with his outlook. He killed purebloods as well as muggles and muggleborns; and he reveled in torture and mutilation. Whenever he was angered by the slightest hitch in his plans, he would lash out violently with Unforgivables, not caring if the one subjected to his ire was a victim or even one of his own loyal followers. He would punish and/or kill on a whim, and there were none who dared oppose him.
Voldemort surrounded himself with death and suffering. He ruled his minions not by loyalty, but by fear. If a deatheater was even rumored to have spoken against Voldemort’s policies, he would be brutally whipped and beaten, no proof needed. Voldemort operated on the “just in case” principle. He would punish his own just in case they had an errant thought.
There was much jealous competition among the ranks of the deatheaters. Everyone was desperate to be among the favored of the Dark Lord, and would do anything to secure a place in his hierarchy, even lying on a fellow deatheater and sending him to his death to move up in rank. What was supposed to be a close knit association of same-minded individuals was actually the equivalent of a wolf pack, the members ready to close over and rip apart anyone who showed or was perceived to have the slightest weakness.
Severus had served Voldemort well for the past three years, brewing the intricate potions that transformed the once handsome man into the thing he was today. Now, the Dark Lord turned a suspicious eye on the Potions Master, led by accusations by other of his minions, jealous of the favor the young dark wizard received. He also feared Severus might brew a potion to destroy him. Like all despots, Voldemort was paranoid. In addition, Severus had also stopped entertaining Voldemort with his sexual skills, claiming to have accidentally imbibed a potion which rendered him impotent. He told his Lord this this one night when presented with a kidnapped muggle girl, whom the Dark Lord wanted him to rape. Indeed, when she was stripped nude and spread before him, her young eyes wide with terror, Severus had no sexual reaction to her. She was given to the others, raped, mutilated and was ultimately killed by Severus. She couldn’t have been more than fifteen.
Voldemort had been testing him ever since, subjecting him to sudden public blowjobs by female deatheaters, to see if he would become erect. Severus was always one step ahead of him, drinking a potion that would stop any sexual reaction before answering the Dark Lord's summons. He would stay flaccid despite the women’s best ministrations. The women did their best, because failure meant the Cruciatus curse. Severus didn’t care. Better them than him. Still, Voldemort did not trust Severus. When he searched his Potion’s Masters mind, he never found anything untoward at all. Nothing. Everyone had some hidden secrets. Severus’ lack of secrets led Voldemort to believe Severus was hiding something. And Severus was. He was hiding the fact that he intended to leave Voldemort’s service and turn himself in. He could take it no longer. Maybe if he turned himself in and told what he knew about the Dark Lord’s plans, he could make up for some of the terrible things he’d done while in his service.
While walking through a particularly dark portion of Knockturn Alley, Severus heard a slight sound behind him. A misstep. He continued to walk, drawing his hood around his head. When he turned the corner, he drew his blade and waited pressed against the wall. A small cloaked, hooded figure appeared. Severus quickly threw a chokehold on the offender, his dagger held tight to the stranger’s throat.
“Who are you, and why are you following me?” Severus hissed, “Talk fast. I have a thirsty blade.”
“You’re a deatheater,” a female voice said. “I have a thing for deatheaters. I thought you might…might want to spend a little time with me.”
Hm, that was an American accent. Severus pulled the hood back. A red-haired young woman with freckles, silver eyes and the fullest, juiciest lips he had ever seen looked back at him. He pressed his fingers to her temple searching her mind with legilimency to see if she were a plant by Voldemort. He saw her performing sexual acts for other deatheaters he knew. Images of her lurking in the shadows, following the masked, cloaked figures, approaching them and being utilized by them. She was a lucky girl to have survived so many encounters. Severus let her go.
“So, you’re a deatheater groupie, eh?” he said, putting his blade away and looking at her with interest. “Why do you like deatheaters so much?”
“Because they’re rebels, they’re dangerous, and deadly. That turns me on,” she said, looking at him and licking her full lips.
“Have you ever killed anybody?” she asked Severus excitedly.
The young wizard looked at her. He nodded, and watched a powerful shudder wash over the young woman. Her eyes rolled up into her head. It looked like she orgasmed.
He frowned at her.
“Did you just…come?” he asked her.
She looked at him a little cross-eyed.
“Yeah…I did,” she said, “I told you deatheaters turn me on.”
Severus raised his eyebrows.
Shit.
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A/N: Hi all. I am here at work with nothing to do and this idea popped into my head. Severus meets a groupie. LOL. I know. Anyway while writing I am being swamped with phone calls so I may have to do some editing of this when I get home since my focus is being interrupted. But I felt like writing and this seems like it could be pretty hot and hilarious. What do you think? Well, please review.