Control

Control
by ladylancelot


Summary: “You know about power, don't you Potter,” Snape whispered softly. “You know how it feels to hold absolute power of life and death, you know it because you killed Riddle. But do you know how intoxicating it can be to give up that power?”


After defeating Voldemort Harry foolishly agrees to bond with Snape to keep him alive. He is forced to have sex with him but how was he to know Snape likes to dominate- or that he would enjoy submitting so such a degree?


Things gets complicated when Harry learns about Snape's father and what he forced the potion master to do.


Warning: Hello everybody! It's ladylancelot. *looks around* Tonight I present to you may newest baby- a new HP/SS story and this time I delve deep into the dom/sub water and I warn everybody to stay away if you cannot handle a little whip and a naughty seventeen year old ass. Oh- and of course angst, plenty of angst.


Actually this is my longest story so far having completed two third of this story and boy this story was fun to write. All original characters are my own coming from the depth of my lunatic mind. I hope some of you enjoy this and feel free to leave a review.


Timeline: Consider anything after OotP void but Sirius is still alive.


The Last Battle

“I always knew this day would come my dear potion master,” Voldemort said from his throne where he perched in his much too big scarlet robes his face a mockery of human features. By his side throned Bellatrix her face finally showing lunacy and madness, with her eyes shining with excitement for Severus' capture.

Severus had been thrown to the ground by Lucius Malfoy with no regards to his several times broken right arm and the blood that was running down his face to drip on the cold stone floor in the living room of Malfoy Manor. His white mask lay to the side where he had shrugged it off and he was no longer dressed in his Death Eater robes but only in black pants and a casual white shirt.

When he looked up at his former master and maniac murderer his black eyes flickered with a mixture of disgust and fear. Yes, even Severus Snape bastard extraordineir was scared because he knew first hand that the master of the dark arts that was Voldemort took great pleasure in exalting as much as pain as possible before casting the killing curse. He would try to make Severus spill all the order secrets he knew before he would be killed by the same curse that had back fired from Harry Potter- and Severus was not foolish enough to delude himself that he would have equal luck

Baring his teeth in the most disdainful sneer he could muster Severus spat blood, spitting it on the floor and his voice was the usual impassive tone he preferred.

“This will not help you Riddle,” Severus said softly, “My death will not change a thing and after all these years Potter will cast the killing curse to rid the world of the greatest monster it has ever seen.”

“Silence!” Voldemort roared rising from his throne. “A traitor like you will feel the full amount of my fury and I will show you my dear Severus what the dark lord does with scum like you.” Nodding to Lucius he sat back down.

Severus expected the hard kick into his side which broke several rips but he could not help a groan spilling from his white lips. However he knew that was nothing compared to what would happen in the next hours- himself having seen the result of Riddle's torture. The only comfort was that along the way there would be nothing left of him in the shell of his body.

His head was forcefully dragged back so that he had to face Voldemort's red eyes that shone with glee and he felt the familiar probing on his mind. Slamming down his security walls as fast as possible he could not help a couple of pictures forming in his mind. After almost an hour of being tortured with Bellatrix's favourite curse his mind was almost as messed up as his physical form and he had to grit his teeth to keep Riddle out. He was successful but nevertheless he had to sacrifice personal memories for it.

“Ah, yes my boy,” Voldemort leaned back for now retreating from his mind. “Tobias Snape was a cruel and sinful man who understood how to break a fragile mind like yours. He could see how much of a disgrace you were for one of the oldest pureblood families in Britain and he had no hesitations whatsoever to inflict as much pain as possible. It is almost a pity that he is no longer around but as I understand it you are much more like him than you care to admit.” His scarlet eyes flickered with pleasure as he casually flicked his wand and Severus found himself once again under the cruciatus curse.

And this time he could not keep a whimper inside that broke free when the curse rushed through his body to settle in his stomach forcing him to throw up what was left in his stomach.

“You, Severus, were always too much concerned with how people like Dumbledore would react if you embraced that streak of personality you shared with your father but there was one time when you simply could not help yourself, did you? You know what I am talking about, you remember the moment so well still after all these years, tortured by your own capacity for evil and the pleasure you felt when you cast the killing curse on your own father, did you not?”

Keeping his mouth firmly locked Severus tried to fight against the on storm of memories that had been buried for so long but now swept to the surface with a force so powerful.

“Did you like it Severus? Did you enjoy the surge of power that swept through your body when he slammed to the ground? How much different are you to me?


Voldemort's voice by now had risen in volume making him almost scream the last words as he rose from his chair. “Tell me Severus, what did that old fool Dumbledor promise you that you abandoned our great idea so quickly?”

“Answer him,” spat Lucius and once again almost hoisted Severus' body into the air by his black hair. Severus ground his jaw but did not utter one word much to scared for what would break free once he started to talk.

“Redemption Severus? Peace of mind? Making you a better person?” Voldemort walked over and dragged his white crippled finger down Severus' throat in a mockery of a caress. “But did you not know that a person that is as deviant as you will never be accepted back into their rotten little family of crippled wizards who do not dare to use the power they have been given. He should have told you that guilt is the one thing none of them will be able to take away from you. You are no better than me, you are a mirror to me Severus because we both have committed the same crime. Do not delude yourself that anybody of them will miss you or raise a finger to help you . And when I am done with you we will leave your mutilated body with them right outside that precious school.”

Bellatrix cackled next to him as Voldemort passed her and ran his fingers through her hair.

“Now, my beautiful Bellatrix told me so many years ago that you were the only of my Death Eaters who refused her.” He ripped her dress open revealing her breasts making the witch wail in pleasure. “Did that picture not excite you Severus? Maybe I should have offered you little Draco as you seem to prefer wizards? Tell me, does Potter turn you on my potion master?”

“He is only a child,” Severus gritted out.

“I am beginning to wonder what convinced you to betray our cause and I cannot help letting my thoughts drift into that direction. I for a fact know that you always liked them young and what could me more arousing than a young, wilful boy who despises you and what you are. Do you think Potter will spare a tear when he hears about your demise.”

“That is not important,” Severus spat his black eyes blazing with barely concealed anger.

“But it is important Severus- where are they now? You were nothing but a means to use, you are replaceable and I assume nothing will torture you more in the next hours.”

It was in that moment that Severus on the far side of the room noticed a commotion and all in a sudden Order members stormed the house. He heard curses being thrown and he felt Lucius dropping him to the floor. His body was hurting everywhere but Severus crawled on his hands and knees to the side of the room his wand forgotten to the side. Once there he lowered himself to the ground blood dripping down his face in droplets.

Suddenly a pain more intense that anything began to sear in his right arm from where the dark mark sat, up into his chest and he began to claw on the skin. He felt a strong pair of hands that gripped his hands to hold him still and he was cushioned on something soft, being turned around. Through the veil of silent tears he saw Potter's face, his green eyes showing concern and fear.

“Harry, hold him still,” said Albus from his right and then he felt the tap of a wand on his arm that began to soothe the pain to something bearable. “I am afraid there is not much else we can do,” the headmaster muttered softly.

“But you can help him?” Potter asked breathless. “You can't let him die!” He sounded agitated and angry.

“Harry, the mark is a magical bond that once it's severed will kill Severus in minutes. We knew that would happen and there is nothing that can be done, I am afraid.” Dumbledore managed to sound calm and reasonable and Severus could not help utter a soft chuckle. Instantly he felt a strong hand on his face.

“I am sorry my boy,” Albus said gently caressing his face. “I wish there was something I could do.”

His view was hazy and his voice was gone by now but Severus tried to convey that he was fine, that he would finally get eternal rest. Only a couple of moments...

“What about me?” Potter asked hotly.

Normally Severus would have rolled his eyes at the capacity of Saint Potter to make everything about him but as it was, he weakly pressed his hand not wanting the boy to perceive what happened to him as his own guilt.

“I was linked to Riddle, why am I not dying then?”

Albus sighed. “When part of Riddle's magic was transferred to you when you were a baby, it made you immune to the ending of that blood spell. Your body does not react because part of his magic is still present. ”

For a moment they were silent but then Potter's next words made Severus' blood run cold.

“Then let me help him,” he muttered under his breath.

“No...” Severus managed to utter one syllable but it contained all the horror he felt. The stupid boy had no idea what he was suggesting, had no idea what he implied.

“Harry, you have no idea what that would mean- we have researched it very sorrowfully and the consequences could be dire.” In Albus' voice was all the pain he felt.

“Do it.” It were just two words but the vehemence in which they were uttered went to Severus' heart and he wanted to strangle the boy, wanted to tell him that he should not try to save everybody around him. In the end all he could do was whimper. A soft touch caressed his cheek and this time the hand was far younger.

“Harry...” Albus' voice held now a calculating tone that usually meant he was weighing chances.

“Do it.” Harry sounded positively angry now and for a second Severus prayed for the headmaster to not give in but he was disappointed when he heard a warm chuckle.

“He will not like this...” Then he sighed softly. “Give me you hand Harry.” He heard a rustle of clothes above him and felt a warm hand around his own the touch comforting. “Be bonded!” Another swish of magic began to settle in his arm and no matter how he fought it, his magic mingled with Potter's and as he lost consciounce he muttered a soft,

“I'll kill you Potter.”

AN: Just a little chapter to wet your appetite. Tell me what you think!