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Chapter 9 If the Shoe Fits

If there was any work to be done in Hogwarts' administrative or disciplinary department, it wasn't going to be looked at anytime soon.

The Headmaster and his closest advisor were not seen for several days. They never went for meals anymore. Eliza was never seen in the staff room. She ignores the invitations to afternoon tea. A replacement had been called in to teach Potions by McGonagall.

None of the staff had been made aware of her abduction.

No one thought it odd, nor noticed any changes for they never saw the Headmaster anyway.

The fact that he didn't come to meals was less than expected. Not in the least surprising.

However, behind closed doors, the man was not himself.

He felt a strange attraction to the woman that had come to him, though deep down, he knew there was something wrong about the entire situation.

When she had embraced him, her hair had smelled of a familiar substance, though he couldn't quite place it. Her lips tasted sweeter than usual...

Unfortunately, he wasn't immune to the aphrodisiac as his wife was. He did indeed fall under it's spell.

How could he ever know that he was with an imposter?

***

"Please!" Eliza screamed. "No more!"

A dark chuckle escaped the evil man's lips. If you could even call him that anymore.

He released the Cruciatus and allowed her to catch her breath before taking it up again.

After another shriek was emitted from the woman, the Dark Lord spoke.

"Beg again, Eliza, it's so satisfying to hear you beg for my mercy after all these years." He cackled.

She lay on the floor, chest heaving as she attempted to breathe normally.

"I'd rather have the Dementor's Kiss." The Snape woman managed through gritted teeth.

The wizard nodded, eyes gleaming. "Oh, you will. I have no intention of keeping you here alive. You are merely a toy for now. I have no use for you. You were my most prized possession and you escaped me once before. If I cannot have you to myself, there is no way Severus can."

She rolled over and pushed her curls away from her face. "Why? What do you want from me?"

"Foolish girl, your innocence is astonishing." His red eyes were momentarily clouded by something, sadness? Longing? Whatever it was, it lasted no more than a nanosecond before he laughed again. "You."

***

"Severus, come back!" A feminine called out.

The newly wed husband shook his head and made his way to his washroom.

He didn't feel right. He had an awful, gut wrenching feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had had it before, but as soon as Eliza returned, it had somewhat subsided.

The haze that had clouded his logic for the past two weeks or so had vanished.

What was he doing? He had to mind three of his students and make sure they didn't do something stupid and get themselves killed, keep an eye on his godson and the Dark Lord as well.

He couldn't, shouldn't, be locked up in his chambers for days on end.

He had things to do and people to help. It was out of character of him to see to himself first, when there were people who needed his help.