A Potion For Everything (Severus Snape x Oc)

Meeting

He doted on her. Since Bartemius Crouch JR. had conveniently dissapeared after his resurrection. And had to lay low for the time being. The Dark Lord found his replacement in this girl. She was, just as broken. Her mind was a playground. She was like a child. Eager to please. So easily drunk on praise. But smart. And sharp. The attention she so willingly gave to him was equally met with reciprocation that sedated her.

New clothes that he thought would suit her. A large room she could feel comfortable staying in for long periods of time when he didn't need her. Books to keep her mind at ease. Stuffed owls of all shapes and sizes to keep her company. A new terrarium for her pet newts. And finally. A work station. With all the tools she needed to create her potions.

She was a special witch indeed. For she knew the property of every mushroom in the muggle and magical world. And used them to create everything from poisons to healing aids to hallucinagens. To concoctions that aided her ability to see into the future. Ah yes. A gifted and rather tainted seer she was. A gift passed down from her grandfather and mastered.

The skull Hookah sat neatly on the long table infront of her seat. A clue for the death eaters that came and went, on who their master cherished now. And he did. He would call her to his side late into the night. Sometimes, he would have her proform her gift. Other times. He simply wished for her presence. Letting her read at his feet. Watching her lounge like a cat in front of the fire, Nagini often wrapped around her lazily.

Whenever the dark lords mind was troubled. And it was often so. He would call for her. She was a pet. But a useful one. Seeing into the future was just one of her talents. The potion she made to calm his troubled mind, was another. He began to understand why she was the way she was quickly after agreeing to let her create such a potion for him. Her medicine was strong. But effective.

It wasn't until the day before the famous Hogwarts Express would make it's yearly run that the Death Eaters were called to gather. They once again sat at a table that had that Skull Hookah sitting alone at an empty chair. Another chair lay empty in that moment as well.

All was not silent. As the Death Eaters whispered among themselves. Their master looming over the fire place in thought. As if contemplating the end of the world. Or the end of life in general. He sought the flames for answers to an afterlife. But none came from the burning pyre.

Suddenly he spoke. And the room went silent. "Summon Her." He shouted. A rat like man that lingeres at the edge of the room jumped. And scurried off. The room stayed deathly silent. As the Death Eaters did not dare but to listen. As stairs were climbed. Doors were open. And the sound of a knock back jinx was used. Followed by a thud. And a.. giggle.

What ran into the room was unexpected. As the Dark Lord took his seat. The vision of a girl dressed in brown and tan, with a witches hat covered in mushrooms, stood out exponentially against the green black of the room. Her presence alone seemed to glow, contrast to her surroundings. And her smile stood out most. Childish and unafraid. As she greeted her master the same way she always did. Coming to his side and kneeling. Two delicate hands clinging to his robes. The two did not speak. The Dark Lord simply placed a hand on the girl cheek and nodded.

She stood. And eligantly made her way to the empty chair. With the skull hookah. She took it in hand. Tracing the runes drawn on it. Before closing her eyes, and taking a long drag. Releasing the contents into the air. The vision was of hogwarts. A sheild of magic around it. Being broken into pieces.

The death eaters sitting next to her stood out of fear. Some gasped. Some dare not make a sound but knew all to well this power.

"I ssume, by now. you are all aquatinted with my new favorite?" The Dark Lord spoke with a smile on his face. Paying particular attention to how one of his followers, Rosier, acted. Which was as if he had seen a ghost.

The Dark Lord pouted, as no one spoke up. "Viola, Grindelwald?" He looked around the room as his followers began to try and calm themselves and sit. Only to be hit with the name. And a wave of understanding hit some, while dread hit others. Remembering the St. Mungo's report of a missing paitent from the solitary ward.

"Something I found when interrogating the the old man himself." The Dark Lord went on. Smiling in a sickly way.

"An interesting specimen. A very gifted seer, like her grandfather. Oh sit down Bella." He barked at one of his most loyal followers, Bellatrix, who was seemingly coming out of her seat knowing her Dark Lord favored another besides her. Fragile mind Bellatrix, but loyal. The Dark Lord looked around the table. And suddenly grew an air of sadness.

"Though great aid to me as she is. She must enter wizard society. She must be protected. Above all else." Viola smiled to herself. Clutching the Hookah. She was taking in every detail. Her keen ability to use Legitimancy aiding her as she scanned the room. Some minds were blocked, ministry workers knew the power of a counter curse well. But others were open and scattered. Fear, she mostly sensed fear.
 
"However." The Dark Lord laughed. "She's a bit crazy. Like her dear grandfather Grindelwald." Upon hearing him laugh. Others began to do the same. Viola furrowed her brow. She didn't like it. And the Dark Lord could tell. "SILENCE." He shouted. And the room went erily quiet.

After a few moments. He began again. "I have, paired, several witches and wizards of my following with pure blood spouses in an attempt to... Continue the blood lines of noble and pure houses. This, girl. She is the last of her kind. Her mind is fractured a bit. But, A great prise none the less." Viola smiled contently to herself. She knew this was coming. He had spoken about it many times. It was frightening to think about entering a society that so easily locked you away and erased your identity. But how could she refuse the man who saved her?

"So. Knowing this. Who will take her?" The Dark Lord stood. He began to travel around the table. Searching for a volunteer. "She would be a dutiful wife." He praised her.

"They fear me my lord." Viola said sharply. And it was true. The thought of being pair bonded with her made the men fear. For themselves. Their positions of power. The Dark Lord smiled at the reaction his followers gave him. Sitting back down, he seemed to fake anger. But ultimately was satisfied. He had already chosen who he would gift the girl too. And how she would serve him in her new position.

"No? Then my dear. You will be a gift to my second favorite. Severus." Another sting towards Bellatrix. But perhaps, Viola thought, he enjoyed this game. For it was no secret. The two saw eachother in private. Intimately.

Putting on half moon glasses, and opening up a file, "Onto business then?" Viola spoke up for the first time. Her voice rang across the room like a silver bell. Clear and beautiful. No ounce of desheveled or mind broken vocalization. In fact,she took on an air of normalicy that she did not previously posess. It was an act then? For here, sitting up straight, was a rather dead pan and serious witch. It was a jest? A trick? Viola reveled in the thought of how much mental turmoil her Death Eater colleges were in. Suddenly, a figure stood on the last step, at the entrance way to the room. Viola looked up, "Oh, my lord?" She brought attention to the man.