157When Black Tears Fall SSHG
A SS/HG fanfic by Severus Sortiarius
A/N:I OWN NOTHING, This is for my amusement and others if you feel so incline to venture with me...The Characters and all rights Belong to J.K. Rowling, but I like to venture into her playground...particularly when it comes to a certain Potions Master...No Money is being made off this...and I'm quite alright with that...Stress relief and letting my imagination run wild is all I care about here...and of course Reviews...I'll try and watch my spelling but it does tend to go awry in the heat of the moment when typing so bare with me...RATED M and it's not changing...I won't be as descriptive as some other writers out of respect to the characters, but I will make them HUMAN.
WARNING: Contains Mature Content...M FOR MATURE...Violence, Abuse, Rape, Torture, Sexual Content, Dark Themes, Language, Major Character Deaths...
{ With the untimely death of Harry James Potter, The Order of Phoenix has finally fallen, Voldemort's forces have won and it is Severus Snape at the helm of this new regime at the behest of the dark lord, as the despot's most trusted, Snape commands all of Hogwarts as well as the Ministry of Magic, wealthy and powerful beyond reason, he enacts brutal punishment upon those that dare defy him...The Rebels Of The Phoenix, an organization as steadfast in their pursuit to right the wrongs of the two worlds...}
Prologue: The Serpent King's Harem
Fortress of Solitude, Scotland, Wizarding World...
He stood among his wretched brethren at the feet of The Dark Lord, the despot pleased in entirety of the way business had been conducted. He had done his job and he had done it well. So well in fact that he received heavy accommodations. No witch or wizard had the dark lord's ear quite like he nor his explicit trust. The serpent-like man marveled at the heights his youngest pupil had risen to, surpassing any and all that would be deemed perfect by blood right alone. Half-blood and steadfast in his hate was he that he out shined them all. A sickly sweet smile filed across the face of Voldemort. Then he raised his mug in joyous commune with his subordinates.
"You have done well...S-S-Severus-s-s-s." he said pleased. "I believe you deserve yet another reward for your loyal s-s-s-service."
Snape had half expected the reward to be quite bloody if not painful as he stood awaiting his fate from the ever fickle monster before him.
"Worm-tail!" shouted the despot. "Bring in our most revered guest."
Snape for his part half expected Harry Potter to be brought in bound and gagged before them all.
The disgusting rodent-like man waddled off into the corridors and as quickly as he left he returned pulling someone bound and gagged alright but it had not been Potter, of course it had not been Potter, the green eyed arrogant little shit had been dead for nearly two years. The sight before Snape had been feminine of course. A thin young thing possibly due to her active lifestyle in the wake of the war's end, with bushy brown hair. One could hardly blame The dour man for being surprised, it had been two long years since he had seen the formidable young leader of the Rebels Of The Phoenix.
Two long years since he had come face to face with Hermione Jean Granger following the death of her best friend.
"Welcome Miss Granger...is it?" said Voldemort in a condescendingly pleasant tone.
The muggle born witch glared rather murderously as she was poked and prodded by the filthy rat-faced bastard Worm-tail. Her clothes had seen better days, reduced to nothing more than fashionable rags than could be labeled as attire, her thin pale limbs covered in mud and soot suggested she had been underground for quite some time.
Enraged of course by the mock civility she spat at the dark lord's feet.
He simply grinned in the face of her defiance. Apparently he had liked her spirit.
"Well S-S-Severus-s-s, how do you like your prize?" asked the despot rather than addressing the disrespect she showed. "She is a bit more spirited than your usual sty-pen of witches but as I recall you enjoy that sort of thing."
"She is quite adequate my lord...but it appears I shall have to train her properly in how one is to act when she is before her betters." said Snape, his dark obsidian gaze growing even darker as a result of his cold fury in the wake of her disrespect.
Voldemort seemed amused at the prospect of it noting all too well the flicker of malice behind his most trusted's eyes.
"Very well." hissed Voldemort. "She is all yours."
Worm-tail glared at Snape running his chubby claws about the Granger girl's exposed hips in an attempt to goad Snape who merely cast a stinging hex on the seedy bastard. The inglorious wretch narrowed his eyes at the dour wizard. Snape turned his attention to Hermione. Before she could meet his eyes fully he slapped her in a most vicious manner with the back of his large pale hand.
"You will learn to respect your better girl." he said in a cold tone. "For your first lesson you will apologize to the dark lord."
Hermione glared murderously at Snape seeing as she had no choice in the matter did as she was told if only to be able to leave this place alive. She would be no good to her rebel unit dead.
Snape smirked when he watched Hermione Granger, the princess of Gryffindor bend the knee to the dark lord in respect.
"Well done S-S-Severus." hissed the despot. "It seems you have quite a way with women...muggle blood and Pureblood witch alike."
Snape bowed in reply to the heightened praise.
"I had quite the instructor." he added rather boastfully, recalling Lucius Malfoy's numerous lessons in etiquette for an instant.
This prompted the despot to smile once more.
"Run along...now and be sure to have some fun with your new playmate." said the despot.
"Oh, I intend to my lord." replied Snape with a wicked smirk.
Hermione was lead from the throne room of the fortress via Snape snatching her by the arm. On reluctant feet she found her self swept out of the fortress before she could register a blink.
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Snape Manor, Unknown Location...
The formidable Potions Professor threw Hermione onto the heavily polished thick hardwood floor of his illustrious manor. The decor had been quite unexpected for a man of Severus Snape's style back when he taught at Hogwarts. He had changed significantly in the two years since she had last seen him. He looked the part of an elevated man, his formerly lank raven hair slick and out of his face as it fell to his broad shoulders. He still wore the familiar frock coat and trademark ebony trousers as well as the ever present dragon hide boots, also ebony in color. Upon his chest were various badges like those of a general as well as a strip dignified as it were on his sleeve to show his status as general to all who would question it.
Hermione had truly been in a strange place, everything she had known about Severus Snape seemed like barely a glimmer as he glared down at her as she lied on the floor.
"Welcome to Snape Manor, Miss Granger." hissed Snape not so unlike Voldemort but without the exaggeration of a serpent's tongue. "I would imagine you are in quite a shock...it appears that I am not at all what you have expected given the last two years of your supposed "experts" attempting to track my whereabouts."
"I could say the same about you." muttered the bushy haired witch, who's amber eyes held him in quiet contempt.
Snape scoffed. Her rage was nothing new, and neither was the hate that burned so brightly in her chest.
He towered over the amber eyed witch for a moment before snapping his fingers.
In a fraction of an instant, another witch, this time of Pureblood background arrived. Hermione noted the pasty pale flesh and fiery red hair the moment she set foot into the darkened entrance hall, wrapped in the finest of silk despite her lack of clothing.
"Master you've returned." she said immediately falling on her face and attempting rather unceremoniously to unbutton his trousers.
Snape smirked at the look of disgust that filed across the amber eyed witch's face.
"That was quite the greeting pet." he said in a rather smooth tone while patting the wanton witch's head. "But alas, I have called you for another reason...say hello to our new "guest".
Hermione shook her head in disbelief as Ginerva Weasley, former girlfriend of Harry James Potter and younger sister to Ron Weasley smiled rather dutifully at her.
"This is quite the little Hogwarts reunion." said Snape amused. "Pet, Miss Granger is here indefinitely...why don't you go and get her cleaned up...and while your at it do explain the rules of the manor...one would hate for her to find herself injured over a...minor misunderstanding."
Noting that they had been dismissed Ginny quickly helped Hermione to her feet and pulled her back into the servant's quarters. For most powerful witches and wizards these rooms would have been reserved for house elves but as Snape did not grow up in the wizarding world, he cared little for their servants. He preferred human specimens if he were to have servants and only the best a galleon could buy or in Snape's case maintain via his status as second in command to the dark lord's army.
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Secondary Servant's Quarters, Snape Manor, Unknown Location...
Hermione had been wondering why Ginny didn't try and escape the manor as she led her passed two rather large ebony carved doors. The less than presentable bushy haired witch attempted to try and talk some sense in her friend. The silk clad witch only brushed off her various remarks about escape and freedom. In the wake of the second wizarding war's conclusion, Ginny had lost ever member of her family to the death eater assaults orchestrated in large part by Snape and here she was serving him.
"Ginny?" said Hermione confused. "Have you been here the whole time?"
The silk clad witch nodded.
"Master takes good care of us." she said in a pleasant tone. "Soon you'll come to enjoy being here."
"Like hell I will." replied Hermione defiantly. "Have you forgotten what Snape is?...Have you forgotten what he's done?"
"Master is very good to those that serve...those that do not suffer his wrath." said Ginny in warning to her former friend. "He wants you to bathe thoroughly...then slip into the robe provided for you."
"I'll just bet he does." muttered Hermione. "As if I'd ever willingly let that bastard touch me."
Ginny sighed. It was all too clear that Hermione was going to put up a fight, unbeknownst to her however, Snape had expected nothing less. He made arrangements to deal with the witch's attitude, and the first order of business was to get her bathed and into her new attire. In her current state he would have found a blind Hippogriff more appealing.
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Snape's Study, Snape Manor, Unknown Location...
The dour potions master sat back in his chair, a smile plastered across his sallow pale face. He would see to Miss Granger's reeducation quite thoroughly. With a lazy flick of his wrist, Snape closed the link where he spied on the servants. He had quite a lot to do if he wanted to free up his schedule in a bid to get Miss Granger started in her lessons in respecting her betters.
The first order of business was to send a group of talent-less brutes to torch her former hideout. Of course Snape wanted to do it himself and confront her with the smoke still lingering in his robes, the look on her face would indeed be priceless. Coming to the conclusion that he would much rather get his hands dirty, Snape dressed in the finest death eater robes and pulled his mask from the place it had been hidden inside his wardrobe. He made his way to the door where he was greeted by a solemn looking man with lengthy platinum blond hair and sorrowful gray eyes. He had been dressed in the finest doorman suit Snape's galleons could by as well as gifted with a quiet charm.
"Going out sir?" asked the doorman.
"Indeed I am." replied Snape. "Tell my wife not to wait up...and do attend to your own wife, while I am gone...I'm sure she'll appreciate the gesture."
"As you wish sir." said the doorman. "Madam Snape shall be informed for your business meeting immediately."
With that Snape took his leave of the Manor and the doorman went about his task locating his own wife as Snape had instructed, of course he had known the dour wizard only suggested this so that he would watch the two of them upon his return. He was always recording things for his pensive, so much so that everyone suspected he had a private collection of recorded events for when he left the manor, just to observe the servants when they believed him gone.
He was either greatly paranoid or highly into voyeurism.
Without another word the doorman made his way to the primary servants quarters, he sighed noting what had become of his "little brother". The war had clearly changed him but not more so than his apparent death at the hands of Dumbledore's most faithful and his painful rebirth via the dark lord's iron will.
