Knitting Blood

So Ms. Figg to inspired me to write this little one-shot, its dark, scary, and downright evil if I must say. This is an Alternate version of what could have happened if Snape was truly for the Dark side and they had succeeded.

Also in this story, I’m taking into account the fact that Snape is a Pureblood and not a Halfblood. So it’s AU/AR.

Warning: This is a brutal fic. If you don’t like the idea of someone being brutalized then don’t read!

Hope you enjoy!


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It’s been three years since the Final Battle. The side of the Light had failed miserably; Harry was dead and all Muggle/Halfblood witches and wizards were enslaved.

Severus Tobias Snape sat in his wingback chair sipping on a glass of red wine contemplating his future.

He was never loyal to that decrepit wizard Dumbledore, especially after Lily had been murdered. He had promised to protect her, he had promised to keep her hidden, and then Lord Voldemort had killed her.

He said it was to show him how empty Dumbledore’s promises were, how he was the only one who could have protected his dear Lily. But Voldemort made a promise to Severus. He took a Wizard’s Oath, something Voldemort would never do under any circumstance, promising to bring Lily back from the dead.

It was during Harry’s sixth year that Severus was summoned before Voldemort to receive his ultimate mission. When Severus had asked what it was, the snake-like wizard smiled and clapped his hands. Looking to his left, Severus’ heart seemed to stop.

There was Lily, dressed in a dark green, low cut dress, very much alive. Voldemort brought him back to attention saying that if he succeeded in killing Dumbledore, he would have his Lily back.

And so it went that night in the tower, Albus Dumbledore begged for his life, but all Severus could see was how he had failed him. He lifted his wand and killed the man who had caused him more pain and terror than anyone else in his life.

So Severus sat in his lavish manor, his wife Lily quietly knitting by his side. The only problem Severus ever had with Lily was that she was a little too compliant. He remembered her being a fiery spirit who would at a moments notice hex anyone within a five-mile radius for saying something bad about him. But now she was just a shell compared to that.

Well beggars can’t be choosers.

Suddenly Lily looked up from her knitting and said with a hallow voice, “I’m feeling a little hungry darling. Should we have dinner on the balcony tonight?” Severus nodded in agreement. “Yes my dear. It’s such a lovely night tonight we will have dinner outside.”

Lily gave a small smile and continued knitting. Severus stood from his chair and straightened his robes.

“SLAVE!” he bellowed so loud it echoed throughout the manor. A minute had passed and still no one had shown. Severus became angry and called out again. After another minute had passed he was about to go find his servant when he heard the sound clinking chains coming from the hallway.

A young woman entered the room, her head bowed and her hands folded neatly in front of her. “Yes milord?” she asked quietly.

Severus strode over to the woman and then backhanded her in the face sending her flying into a nearby wall. She crumpled weakly onto the floor, trying her best not to cry. If she cried he would beat her more.

“I called for you twice and you have the nerve to ask me why I called you?” he hissed at her. She remained silent, choosing not to answer his question for fear of something more severe. She was wrong however.

“Stand up!” he commanded. Slowly she got to her feet, trying to wince at the pain her body felt from the beating she received the other night for tripping in front of him.

When she finally got to her feet, she stood in her usual submissive position waiting for what was to come next.

Severus walked towards her and then began to circle her. “I called to you twice because the Lady is hungry. Because of your tardiness you’ve caused her to become even hungrier. Do you remember what happens when you displease my wife?” he asked as he stopped in front of her.

The young woman started to tremble, and did her best not to show any fear. In a quiet voice she answered, “Yes.”

“Yes what?!”

“Yes milord.”

Severus started to pace slowly in front of her, his hand on his chin as if contemplating what sort of punishment her would give her. “Not only did you practically starve my wife, you’ve also disrespected me. Now go stand by the couch.”

The young woman walked slowly over towards the couch and stood silently. Lily was still knitting on the other couch, as if completely oblivious to the events occurring around her.

“Undress,” he commanded and slowly the slave girl began to take off her raggedy clothes.

Severus walked over towards her, grabbing his cane along the way. “Look at you. Disgusting mudblood. To think you were once Gryffindor’s brightest student and now you have been reduced to being my slave. How does this make you feel Granger?” he asked, the venom dripping from his voice.

When Hermione didn’t answer, he struck her hard on her upper arm causing her to cry out. “I said how does this make you feel!” he screamed at her.

Clutching her arm she sobbed, “Like I am not worthy.”

“Not worthy for what? To live or to be my slave?” he asked. When she failed to respond he struck her in the leg, making her crumple to the floor. He towered over her, his face a mask of disgust, “Answer me, you disgusting piece of filth!”

Sobbing she replied, “Both.”

Severus smirked at her response. So she felt she wasn’t worthy to live. She wanted to die. Well she wasn’t going to get her wish anytime soon, but he’d make sure that when he was through with her she’d be begging him for death.

“Stand up you pathetic excuse of a witch and bend over the couch,” he commanded. Hermione got to her feet with some effort, her whole body shaking. She slowly bent over the couch and waited for what came next.

She could hear him undoing his belt and taking off his clothes. Hermione knew this could only mean one of two things; he was going to rape her or he was going to torture her. He usually took his clothes off for both, not wanting her blood to ruin then.

Hermione looked across the room at Lily who was still knitting, a look of happiness gracing her ageless face. The former know-it-all of Hogwarts was almost envious of her.

When they had failed in the Final Battle and she was enslaved, Hermione thought herself lucky to be placed with Severus Snape. She still held onto to a small hope that he was still good and would help her start a revolution. Hell, she even had a crush on him since her fifth year.

But unfortunately for Hermione, all hopes and dreams of a revolution and a good Snape were shattered when she came into his home. She had learned he was for Voldemort’s side and that he really was a cruel, sadistic bastard.

From that point forward, Hermione was subjected to beatings, rapes, tortures, and whatever else his sick mind would come up with. It was especially worse when she did something that he deemed displeasing to his wife Lily. What a surprise that had been for Hermione when she first saw her, standing in the main hall and very much alive.

A sharp blow to her backside interrupted her thoughts. Hermione cried out in pain and did her best to not move. “I asked you a question whore; how do you think you should be punished?” he asked.

Hermione trembled and replied, “Any…way that m-milord sees fit.”

Severus smiled at her response and then walked over towards the fireplace. Hermione heard him stoking the fire and knew that something terrible was to come.

Her thoughts were correct when he brought down the hot iron poker on her already scarred back. Her flesh sizzled after each hit and Hermione nearly passed out from the pain when he stopped.

She heard him place the poked back onto the fireplace and then walk behind her. Without any warning her grabbed her hips roughly and slammed his large cock into her tight ass.

Hermione screamed out and instinct made her want to pull away, but she received a sharp blow between her bleeding shoulder blades that made her stop.

“Now, now Hermione, lets not make this any worse than it already is,” he said, each word punctuated by a hard thrust into her. Hermione could feel blood trickling down her thighs and the sharp sting of his body slamming against her sore flesh.

She prayed to every god she knew that this would be over soon and felt some relief when she felt him suddenly draw away from her.

That relief was short lived however when he grabbed the back of her hair and forced her on her knees facing him. Before she could protest, he shoved his soiled cock into her mouth, gagging her.

“Suck it bitch,” he growled and slammed his cock even farther down her throat. Hermione could taste the mixture of her blood and feces and forced herself to not throw up.

She grabbed the base of his cock and began to bob her head. Severus tightened his grip on her hair and forced her to take him deeper into her hot mouth. He quickened his pace, causing his balls to slap harshly against her bruised chin and kept this pace for a full ten minutes.

Just when Hermione thought he was going to cum, he pulled out of her mouth and forced back onto her feet. She turned around to face him and saw him whisper a spell. Suddenly, she noticed, his cock had doubled in size.

“Lay down,” he growled at her. When Hermione refused to move, he backhanded her again causing her to fly over the couch and land on the floor. The taste of blood quickly filled her mouth and Hermione could feel that she had lost at least two of her back teeth.

Severus’ hand was in her hair again and she was roughly pulled up and forced onto the couch. She didn’t even have time to register anything when he began to punch and beat her to the point of unconsciousness. Just as she was about to slip into blissful darkness, she heard him whisper, “Enerverate.”

“Did you think I was going to fuck you while you were unconscious you filthy whore? Now, LAY…ON…YOUR…BACK!” he yelled. Hermione quickly complied and then she spread her legs. “Look at you. So wanton. How pathetic,” he sneered.

Severs positioned himself between her legs and grabbed a hold of his now massive cock. “This might hurt a little. Actually, it’s going to hurt a lot,” she said with a deep laugh and then plunged deep inside of Hermione.

Hermione screamed out in pain as Severus pumped into her hard and fast, making sure that she felt every single stroke.

Looking to her right, Hermione saw that Lily was watching them now, a blank look on her face. She wondered what she was thinking, if she was enjoying this or if she was appalled.

Suddenly she felt Severus grab her face and roughly twisted it back to look at him. “You look at me,” he said as he pounded into her more viscously.

Then, Severus did something that made Hermione’s insides turn. He sat back on his heels and pulled Hermione’s knees onto his shoulders. When he penetrated her again, he hit her sweet spot and began to coax Hermione into an orgasm.

She tried her best to resist, but her body was betraying her. Hermione felt disgusted with herself as that sweet, unwanted sensation was building up inside of her and her breath began to hitch.

Severus smiled wickedly and doubled his efforts, causing a moan to escape Hermione’s lips. “Well, well, well…looks…like our little Gryffindor…is enjoying herself,” he sneered.

Hermione wanted to cry, but couldn’t because doing so would cause him to probably do something even worse to her.

Then, Hermione began to feel her imminent orgasm and tried again to keep her body from betraying her. It was all in vain though as she was almost at the brink and decided to stop trying to fight it.

Just when she was about to cum, Severus pulled out of her and shot his seed onto her belly with a loud grunt.

Without another word he stood up, scourgified himself, and to began to redress “Now, the Lady is hungry. Go prepare a meal for up on the balcony. You have ten minutes. Now go!” he commanded.

Hermione, stood shakily to her feet, gathered her clothes, and left the room as quickly as possible.

Severus sat down next to his wife who had resumed knitting and asked, “How are you my love?” Lily turned to face him and smiled sweetly, “I think it’s going to rain tonight.”

Severus smiled at his wife and kissed her softly on her forehead.

“SLAVE!”

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