Even Death Eaters have their weaknesses. Even the evil give in to temptations. Even the dark seeks out light.
After a brutal punishment from The Dark Lord, Cassiopeia seeks out fellow Death Eater Severus Snape. She's in desperate need of aid. But t...
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When Cassiopeia woke, she was still in complete shock and in a state of utter denial. Even though she had witnessed the images herself, the reality of the predicament wasn't sinking in. Her brain couldn't process the deceleration- the verdict of the situation rearing it's ugly proclivity at her disposition.
Severus had to calm her as soon as she had regained consciousness. She'd started wailing- weeping uncontrollably, and thrashing around in the room in a frenzied fit. The dinette lay overturned on it's side, it's contents scattered about the floor. Even the Turkey hadn't survived her wrath- stuffing splattered on the wall and gravy smeared along the lining of the closed door. Then, to make matters worse, he had made the crucial mistake of slipping up and voicing his unease and consternation- warning her that her laboured ranting, and incessant raging behavior wasn't healthy for either her, nor the fetus. The statement had thrown her furthermore into an irrational pique. Crazed as a lunatic on crack, and intent on ending her misery- Severus was left with no other choice than to restrain her when she made a mad grab at the carving knife- pinning her arms behind her back with one hand and wrapping his other arm around her chest, embracing her from behind.
She'd sunk to her knees in defeat, Severus hunkering down with her and bringing her into a rocking hold in his lap. That's the moment she succumbed to tears; sniveling and bawling in an ear piercing shriek. She sobbed in a shrill caterwauling of grief until her voice- scratched raw- reduced her to more of a shallow whimper. She hiccuped between ululating blubbering, her manifestation lament in deep sorrow. He consoled her until she rasped the last of her mewling cries, silently whining between heaving gulps of breath. She swallowed air, her chest rising between dieing pants as she finally fell still- quiet in her flustered state of calamity.
Severus had been worried about her the entire time, unable to soothe her, unable to say or do anything to enhance her serenity or prevent her unperturbed and unruffled. However, in her statuesque silence, he grew weary, more concerned than when she was raving. She was emotionless and stiff, her eye's unblinking, and her breathing erratic. Which elicited his empathic nature, his ability to apprehend her mental manner on high alert. For all the sentiments she'd just displayed, to now be completely mute, was daunting. He stroked her hair and looked down at her empty emerald orbs, her face giving away her internal battle but not at all hinting at her stability. He watched a single salty tear flea from a red brimmed eye, and his heart broke for her. He was slightly relieved when she sniffled and slightly wiggled in his arms. She cleared her itchy throat and turned on her side to better look at him.
"Severus, I have to know how this happened." Her voice was horse in it's admittance. In all honesty he'd been mulling over that very same question. Knowing Cassiopeia to be of a flaunting nature with a ravenous libido, he was all to positive that she had indeed paid very close attention to her monthly Prevention Potion doses.
Wait one bloody minute.....
A thought suddenly occurred to him.
"Cassi, do you remember the night at the Ministry of Magic, when The Dark Lord battled Dumbledore?" He asked in his husky tonality.
