Death Eater Meetings
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,792
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Death Eater Meetings
TITLE: Death Eater Meetings
AUTHOR: Taran
PAIRING: SS/????
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: Yes Please!!! taran_swann@yahoo.ca
DISCLAIMER: *sigh* Not mine. Some nasty, ugly, brilliant woman by the name of J.K. Rowling owns the whole Harry Potter universe. I'm just borrowing for a while, and then I'll send it all back only slightly warped.
SUMMARY: What’s really going on at those top-secret meetings that Snape isn’t telling everyone about?
NOTES: What can I say? I was bored!
WARNINGS: Be warned, there are NO spoilers but characters are somewhat OOC!
ARCHIVING: Anywhere, just please ask first!
DE Meetings by Taran
Severus stood outside the double doors to the hall where his master, the dark Lord Voldemort, resided. He took several deep breaths to calm his raging fear. He hated these meetings with the other DE’s and was already late. That would not put the Lord in a festive mood. He took another deep breath before pushing open the doors and striding in.
He ignored the others and made his way straight to his master and knelt to kiss the hem of the shimmering black robe.
“My apologies, Master, for being delayed. The Potter boy had gotten himself poisoned by a snake in the gardens. I was forced to heal him.”
“Yes, yes, whatever. We’re ahead two runs already!” the Lord said dismissively, his serpentine eyes not leaving the 52” television where a game of baseball was commencing. He threw back his hood, revealing his grotesque head, on which sat a ball cap that held two can’s of beer, each with a straw that led down to his mouth.
“Wormtail! More beer!” he bellowed, though his servant sat right next to his feet. The diminutive man quickly replaced the empty cans with fresh ones, then pulled the hood back up.
Severus shook his head and moved out of the creature’s line of sight, and line of hexes. He glanced around the room distastefully and spotted Lucius in his usual position between Crabbe and Goyle. Tonight, Lucius was dressed as a school girl in uniform, though that was askew at the moment, his hair up in two long blond pigtails.
Crabbe was viciously fucking him from behind, while Goyle thrust his tiny cock as far into Lucius’ throat as he could reach, which wasn’t far at all.
Severus shook his head again and looked away, disgusted. In a corner, he spotted two of the oldest DE’s in a heated debate over a shuffleboard. They constantly fought over the game, and yet, played it at every meeting. He turned away and saw a calm game of checkers going on in another corner.
He rolled his eyes and yawned. He hated these meetings and dreaded them every time he felt the mark burn. They were incredibly boring and not worth the time and effort it took to get there. The worst part was having to come up with something to report to Albus. He couldn’t very well tell the old man he spent the evening watching an orgy, a game of chess or avoiding hexes from the dark lord every time the other team scored a run.
He sighed and sat down in a corner to think about plots the Lord might have come up with had he not been so busy watching the game.
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AUTHOR: Taran
PAIRING: SS/????
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: Yes Please!!! taran_swann@yahoo.ca
DISCLAIMER: *sigh* Not mine. Some nasty, ugly, brilliant woman by the name of J.K. Rowling owns the whole Harry Potter universe. I'm just borrowing for a while, and then I'll send it all back only slightly warped.
SUMMARY: What’s really going on at those top-secret meetings that Snape isn’t telling everyone about?
NOTES: What can I say? I was bored!
WARNINGS: Be warned, there are NO spoilers but characters are somewhat OOC!
ARCHIVING: Anywhere, just please ask first!
DE Meetings by Taran
Severus stood outside the double doors to the hall where his master, the dark Lord Voldemort, resided. He took several deep breaths to calm his raging fear. He hated these meetings with the other DE’s and was already late. That would not put the Lord in a festive mood. He took another deep breath before pushing open the doors and striding in.
He ignored the others and made his way straight to his master and knelt to kiss the hem of the shimmering black robe.
“My apologies, Master, for being delayed. The Potter boy had gotten himself poisoned by a snake in the gardens. I was forced to heal him.”
“Yes, yes, whatever. We’re ahead two runs already!” the Lord said dismissively, his serpentine eyes not leaving the 52” television where a game of baseball was commencing. He threw back his hood, revealing his grotesque head, on which sat a ball cap that held two can’s of beer, each with a straw that led down to his mouth.
“Wormtail! More beer!” he bellowed, though his servant sat right next to his feet. The diminutive man quickly replaced the empty cans with fresh ones, then pulled the hood back up.
Severus shook his head and moved out of the creature’s line of sight, and line of hexes. He glanced around the room distastefully and spotted Lucius in his usual position between Crabbe and Goyle. Tonight, Lucius was dressed as a school girl in uniform, though that was askew at the moment, his hair up in two long blond pigtails.
Crabbe was viciously fucking him from behind, while Goyle thrust his tiny cock as far into Lucius’ throat as he could reach, which wasn’t far at all.
Severus shook his head again and looked away, disgusted. In a corner, he spotted two of the oldest DE’s in a heated debate over a shuffleboard. They constantly fought over the game, and yet, played it at every meeting. He turned away and saw a calm game of checkers going on in another corner.
He rolled his eyes and yawned. He hated these meetings and dreaded them every time he felt the mark burn. They were incredibly boring and not worth the time and effort it took to get there. The worst part was having to come up with something to report to Albus. He couldn’t very well tell the old man he spent the evening watching an orgy, a game of chess or avoiding hexes from the dark lord every time the other team scored a run.
He sighed and sat down in a corner to think about plots the Lord might have come up with had he not been so busy watching the game.
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