Revenge of a Samurai

Author´s note:

This is another sequel to “Contracts” by laceyweasley, which can be found on this site. “Contracts” was no nice story, this is not a nice story. This is basically “Contracts” going “Kill-Bill”. It is as disturbing as my other sequel “Relishing in a Babie´s Cries” and I am afraid there are even more sequels to come.
Do not read if you are weak on the nerves, but if you read, then please review!

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Revenge of a Samurai

Hermione appeared at the Snape mansion in the middle of a family gathering. As always, just the men were gathered and debating, the women were at their respective homes, taking care of the kids.
Hermione had apparated, the wards having been no obstacle to her at all, directly into the living room, into the middle of the seated crowd of Snape males and everyone immediately fell silent. She gazed around. The interior was unchanged from what she remembered. All men were seated either on couches or plush chairs except for the young ones, who were sitting on large cushions on the floor.

She recognized Shaman, who had sprung to his feet at her entrance. His dark eyes were shining and Hermione could tell that he was still lusting for her. He was full of the dark manly desire to hunt her down, defeat her and make her submit to him. A light smile was playing on Hermione´s lips. “As if he could ever succeed in this”, she laughed to herself. Shaman was not the only man in the room who was regarding her like this. Far in the back she could make out Zaraus and Shanair, most of the other guys she did not know.

Hermione felt the weight of another pair of eyes on her. She knew she stood with her back turned to the man she had come for and she braced herself internally for the encounter.

The words of her Samurai master were ringing in her ears: “Breathe in and breathe out, clear your mind of everything but the moment.”

She counted two breaths, then she turned and looked directly into the eyes of Severus Snape. He stood, black clad and unkempt hair as always, at the front of the room, before the blazing fire place. He too had sprung to his feet and the look on his face was like a copy of Shaman´s, only about twenty years elder.

Suddenly Hermione remembered why she been feeling so uneasy in the presence of these two especially: being regarded as deer that had to be hunted down gave her goose bumps. She had hated being devoured by the two black orbs that were Severus´ eyes and still did.

She felt Severus tug at her mind. He tried to enter her thoughts via Legilimency, but after years of concentrated practice in Japan, he was no threat to her anymore. What she had not been able to deny him as a sixteen year old she could wave away easily, now being maybe the most powerful witch of this age. This gave her the confidence to go ahead with her plan. Severus was the most accomplished of this crowd and even he could not hold a candle to her. Hermione´s smile broadened a little. This was going to be fun.

She stepped up to the front, ignoring Severus, to the sidetable and poured herself a generous amount of Ogden´s Finest. Taking a sip, she took off her coat, sat in the chair that seemed to have been Severus´ and leaned her sword against it. The Ogden´s was superb. It reminded her of the many evenings she had spent with her master and his friends and of the generous amounts of Sake they had drunk.

Severus was still staring at her. His nostrils flared when she seated herself in his chair.

She took another good look at him. Yes, he was clearly pissed off, she could tell. Hermione just proceeded to savour her Whisky as if she was alone.

“I wonder who loses nerve first and starts talking”, she thought.

Severus cleared his throat.

“I am delighted that you seem to have found the way into my home again, Hermione. Welcome back. Your arrival is timely, because your person was just under discussion.”

Hermione licked a drop of whisky off her lips.

“Oh really, and what, might I ask, has been the outcome of your little discussion?”

Severus smirked, clasped his hands behind his back and started to walk up and down before her.

“We acknowledge that you have done the Wizarding world a great service in killing Him-Who-Not-Be-Named. In the course of this we also acknowledge that you had to flee in order to undergo the necessary training to enable you to cause his demise. Therefore you will not be punished for your six-year-absence.”

At this Hermione almost got her whisky in the wrong pipe.

“How gracious.” The irony was dripping of her voice.

“Do not take this leniency lightly. The punishment would have been severe. You would have been whipped in public, naked of course.”

“Of course.” Hermione took another sip. “So, what else of a magnificent plan have you all come up with?”

“Well, since I am the patriarch of the clan, I decided, that you will marry as soon as possible.”

Hermione just looked at him, eyes fixating him like prey.

“Naturally, your training as a pureblood woman will have to be finished first. You will start over with the six weeks bonding period that you have already experienced half of. Then you will be married.”

“To whom?”

Severus made a pregnant pause.

“To me.”

That was too much for Hermione. She pictured herself undergoing the six weeks again, being trained and punished by Severus, being helpless against his calls as he would have the link over her body and soul. And then she saw herself as his wife or more accurately, his sex-slave, always on call for sexual service or otherwise just occupied with raising kids, not having control over anything anymore. It was too much.

She sat down the cup because she was shaking. With laughter. At first she was covering her mouth with her hand, but then she could not help it and laughed out loud, so much that she had to hold her belly. After a few moments she calmed and wiped the tears out of her eyes.

The faces in the room were all expressing confusion. They could not seem to make something of her reaction.

But then she saw Severus. He knew exactly how she had meant the laughter: as proof of her contempt for him and his family.

With a cheering smile, Hermione asked: “Why do you think I would come back to marry a fool like yourself?”

The surrounding men gasped. They had never heard an insult like that from a woman before.

Severus´ face however was turning to stone.

“Do not make this more unpleasant for you than it will already be, Hermione. I am considering to punish you for your insult in earnest. If you do not show the proper respect for the rest of the night, then I will proceed to do so.”

Another pregnant pause. Hermione used it to pull her flaring temper back to the ground. She continued the sipping, becoming clear-headed again in the process.

“Well”, Severus continued,”If memory serves correctly, you have already undergone the binding ceremony, in which you have received the tattoo on your left hip. The binding is ancient and unbreakable. It binds you to the commands of the Snape males. So, you see you are bound to return to the family and serve your duty as a woman to our clan. After all, you have spent so much time far away and it must be a relief to you to be able to return to your family, is it not?”

Hermione could feel the sting in her heart: Family, she had none of it anymore. Harry was dead, Ron and his family were dead except Ginny, who had been used as a whore by Death Eaters, and her parents, the only blood -family she had ever had, were dead, too. And it was the fault of a single man and she would take out her revenge on him, now. That was what she had come for. She slurped the last of the delicious fluid in the glass, took up her sword and stood.

“Indeed, you have grasped the workings of my mind very well”, she whispered lowly.
“After I have fulfilled my mission, I wanted to return to my family, indeed, but it is not you that I wanted to join again in happiness, you moron!”

She began to slowly circle Severus in front of everyone else. On his forehead she could make out little drops of sweat. It seemed like she was transmitting danger very well.

“After the fall of Voldemort I immediately returned to my family home, only to find it occupied by another family, ironically a young couple with a little daughter. I asked them about my parents without revealing my identity and they told me they were murdered two years ago by a robbing gang. They could not tell me much, but of course I knew instantly that Death Eaters were behind it. I contacted Shacklebolt at the ministry, who told me the case investigation had brought up that my parents had had a secret keeper. Said keeper had given away their location and they did not live the hour after that. Do you happen to know the identity of said keeper, Severus?”

Hermione circled Severus once more like he was prey. Nothing but the cracking of the fire could be heard in the room.

“No? Then I will help you: It was a man pretty close to Voldemort and Dumbledore alike, always clad in black, not capable of washing his hair properly. Any conclusions?”

She had stopped before him, with her back to the fire, so that she could fully see his face illuminated by the flames.

Worry gathered on his features. He tried an explanation.

“What I did was fully right. Your parents had to be sacrificed to the greater good...”

Hermione cut him short.

“They had already sacrificed their daughter to the Wizarding world, because they had trusted you. Then the Order tried to protect them and you broke their trust. A second time, you did”, her voice was almost inaudible, but Severus understood every single word.

“It is because of you that I do not have a family to return to.”

Hermione gripped the handle of her sword, started to pull it out of the sheath slowly and demonstrably, when a scream of joy rang through the room.

“Eeermioneee!”

It was Sarah, little girl of six years that she now was, who flew through the salon towards her. In the door Hermione recognized Samuel, now a dashing seventeen-year-old, who was standing rather dumbstruck at her sight. It took only a second for Hermione to know what she would do. She let her sword fall to the ground, got to her knees and hugged the little black haired girl with her right arm, her left went to her boot, concealed from view.

“I thought you had left me forever”, Sarah cried into her chest.

“No, I have not. I will never leave you again, Sarah.” Hermione said it and meant it and then continued with her plan.

The others in the room only could see that Sarah jerked up in Hermione´s arms and started to sob.

“Be calm, my love, it will be over sooner than you think.”

Hermione whispered to he child and stroked her hair affectionately. She registered the girl´s breathing becoming shorter and slower and then she recognized the child becoming lifeless and heavy in her arms: unmistakeable signs of death. It had only taken two minutes all together.

Hermione lifted her eyes to the room. No one, not even the close standing Severus, had recognized what had happened, so Hermione let the little corpse slide to the ground. Sarah´s body was now lying flat on her back, the knife that Hermione had stuck into her stomach, was jutting from it proudly. The blood was still leaking from the deep wound.

There were screams, so the surrounders seemed to have understood what had been going on. Some tried to attack Hermione with their wands, but she just waved their attacks away like insects. Slowly and with devotion Hermione closed Sarah´s dark eyes and whispered: “Sleep well my little girl. I will join you soon.”

Then she gripped her sword again, pulled it out of its sheath and walked up to Severus. She looked deep into his eyes.

“Once I am finished here, you will have as much of a family as I have.”

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Cat