Lily Lives On

A Toy, You Say?

Severus was approaching the Malfoy mansion. The closer he was to it, the quicker his steps became. He stopped at the door and rang the bell. The house elf appeared before him and took a deep bow.

“Mr. Severus Snape, sir, I am honored to welcome you back,” he said in a squeaky voice.

“Has the Dark Lord arrived?”

Dobby looked up at him. “No, not yet, sir.”

Severus nodded stiffly and went inside. The meeting, as usual, took place upstairs. When he entered the room, making sure that his steps were resolute and didn’t give off any signs of the tremendous nervousness he was feeling, he noticed how others stared at him, some with mocking curiosity and certain hunger in their faces, others with contempt and distrust. He nodded at the curious ones, mainly Mulciber, Fenrir Greyback and the Carrows, and didn’t mind the looks from others such as Bellatrix. He sat down next to her, which she found provoking. He could hear her hiss his name at him.

“Bellatrix,” he hissed back.

She watched him through slit eyes. “You’re in trouble, Snape.”

He didn’t look concerned by that remark at all. He wanted to answer back but the door cracked open again and there stood the Dark Lord. Everybody who was talking fell silent at once.

A warm smile broadened Voldemort’s face as he spoke.

“Welcome, my friends.”

He sat down at the front and enjoyed the silence for a while. The Death Eaters were all staring at the table, too afraid to look him in the eye. Only Severus’ black eyes were pointed at him, glinting with admiration. Voldemort smiled at him, giving him a freezing sensation deep in his stomach. “Welcome back, Severus.”

“Thank you, my lord,” he whispered.

Voldemort raised his voice. Now he was speaking to all of them. “This young boy right here begged me to spare the life of a filthy little mudblood.”

His red eyes swept from one death eater to another. Then he looked at Severus again.

“Lily Potter, was it?”

“Correct, my lord.”

“I didn’t push her too far with my cruciatus, I hope?” he said and gave Severus another freezing smile.

“You did not. She made full recovery, my lord.”

Voldemort rose from his chair, walked over to him and, slowly and gently, put his palms on the young man’s shoulders, whispering: “Why, Severus, did you not choose a partner more worthy of you? Why did you have to choose this mudblood?”

Severus pushed his emotions even deeper. He managed to pull a mischievous, twisted smile. “She is not my partner, though, is she? I would rather call it… A toy. A toy that is there for me to do whatever I please with it.”

“A toy, you say? Why her? I am curious to know, Severus. We all are.”

Couple of the death eaters nodded in agreement.

Severus’ smile didn’t wither, when he said: “Oh, I am sure some of you remember. How she disrespected me in front of the whole school. This mudblood needs to learn where her place is. I didn’t want her to die because I want to take revenge myself. Make her suffer. Make her do exactly as I say.”

Voldemort looked highly amused. “And what is it that you want her to do, Severus? Enlighten me.”

Severus looked over to Mulciber. They exchanged glances.

Voldemort lifted his hands. “I see,” he whispered. “You want her for the same things for which Mulciber is using young miss MacDonald.”

“Exactly,” Severus nodded, looking content.

Voldemort paced back to his own seat. “Well, why don’t you show us right now?”

Severus blinked. Mulciber’s face was now revealing his teeth in an ugly smile, as he hissed at him: “Yes, Severus, we want to see you fuck her.”

“But more importantly,” Voldemort cut him off, “we want to see her suffer under your hands. Because how else would we know whether you really mean what you’re saying?”

If there was any fear or doubt in Severus, he showed none of it. In fact, he didn’t even blink. The smile he showed the Dark Lord was impenetrably malicious. He rose from his chair and bowed.

“My lord, your wish is my command. Give me a few minutes to prepare her. I’ll be back shortly.”

Voldemort nodded satisfiedly. “We’ll be waiting. And remember, if you try any tricks...” and he pointed at Severus’ dark mark, which turned black once again and caused him to yelp in pain. “...we’ll have no trouble finding you.”

“Never, my lord,” he assured him, clutching his forearm, and walked out of the mansion to apparate.