The Burning Pen

When Good Wizards Go Bad
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 4

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 4 ~ Snape Acts Quickly

Snape realized several things at once. Firstly, Voldemort had lied when he said he killed Harry Potter and disposed of his body. Secondly, Harry’s existence was a well-kept secret. He had eyes and ears all over the wizarding world, a plethora of snitches and well-paid informants. Not one had any information concerning this. Thirdly, the whores that were taken to Potter most likely were obliviated before being returned to the brothel. Otherwise, he would have heard the boy still lived. Or young man rather. He was at least twenty now.

Snape’s black eyes shifted to Hermione. She was the one mistake. The guard must have been so excited to have captured the witch, he forgot to obliviate her. He’d be killed for that oversight eventually. But that was his problem. Right now, Snape had other things to think about.

”Were you blindfolded when taken to Mr. Potter?” the dark wizard asked her, his belly tight.

”No. We apparated. I was taken to a small mansion that seemed to be on a moor,” Hermione said.

Snape nodded. She probably wasn’t blindfolded because it was assumed she’d be obliviated afterwards. That was good. Now, as to where this location could be . . .

Suddenly Snape pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hermione.

”Legilimens!” he snarled at the startled witch.

Immediately he was in her mind. It was dark and full of images of naked, pumping wizards performing all types of acts on her. It was worse than any revel. Snape only took a cursory glance at this. It wasn’t what he was looking for. He searched, focusing on the memories most distinct, and then he saw it. A stone mansion, well fortified sitting on rolling moors. He studied it until he had it securely in memory, then removed himself from the witch’s mind. He stood up and looked down at the witch.

“It appears, Miss Granger, that you are going to be more useful than a mere comebucket,” he said to her silkily, “Still, I will return tonight and see just how good a whore you are.”

Hermione didn’t react to this at all. She had known the wizard was going to fuck her the moment she chose to go with him. Life had its price. He was just another wizard. One out of many.

Snape left, securely warding the room behind him.

He had just started up the hall when a small black cat appeared behind him, running up to the wizard and rubbing against his robes yowling.

He stopped and gave it an irritated look.

”Not now,” he hissed, pushing it away with his foot.

But the cat returned, purring, then suddenly leapt off the floor and into his arms, transforming into Odessa.

”Now is that any way to treat your resident pussy?” she purred at the wizard.

Snape dropped her. Luckily, she landed on her feet.

”I don’t have time for you, Odessa,” he growled, heading for the curved stairwell.

”Oh, but you have time for your little ‘gift,’” Odessa hissed, following him down the stairs. “Maybe I should scratch her eyes out.”

Snape spun on the stairs.

”If you touch her, Odessa, I’ll kill you,” he snarled, his eyes full of fury.

Odessa drew back from the wizard in shock. Kill her? Who was this witch?

”You don’t mean that, Severus,” Odessa said, her bottom lip trembling.

”If you don’t think so, try me Odessa, just try me,” he growled, glaring at her.

Odessa knew Snape could kill her and get away with it. He was almost all-powerful when it came to the law. As the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement he could commit any crime he wanted and not be punished for it.

Odessa watched as the wizard hurried down the stairs and out of the main doors. The faint sound of apparition followed.

Her eyes narrowed, she made her way up the stairs and down the hall, stopping outside of Hermione’s room and drawing her wand.

She’d get to the bottom of this.

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The Azkaban guards were unpleasantly surprised when their boss showed up for a surprise inspection of the prisoners. There were over one thousand of them, all connected to the vanquished Light.

The warden, Gulliver Houley, anxiously escorted Snape down the corridors, the dark wizard looking in on the prisoners. Every one of them was suffering from malnutrition and ill-treatment, some bearing fresh wounds and other signs of physical abuse. Broken arms and legs abounded.

”We’ve been keeping them just as you ordered, sir,” Houley said to the wizard.

Snape said nothing as he looked at the prisoners. He noticed a few empty cells. They should have all been filled.

”Why are these cells empty? I gave strict orders no one was to be killed,” the wizard snarled.

Houley looked extremely nervous.

”A few died of natural causes,” he explained.

Snape whirled on him and backed him against a wall. The accompanying Aurors did nothing.

”Natural causes? I told you not to make their stay pleasant, not to slowly kill them, Houley. From this point forward, I want every single prisoner fed properly and their injuries treated. No more torture, no more beatings. Anyone, and I mean anyone I find disregarding my orders will wish they were dead, do you understand me? I want these cells cleaned, and clean linens on the beds, an hour and a half of exercise and the condition of every single prisoner improved when I come back in one month. Do you understand me?” Snape snarled at the cowering warden, “If they aren’t you will be the first to go under my scourge, Houley.”

”Y-y-y-yes, Mr. Snape. I understand completely. Don’t worry. There will be vast improvements when you return,” the warden said, wondering if this were some new public relations ploy to placate the masses. Not that they needed placating. Most were scared to death of the new regime.

“Now, bring me Kingsley Shacklebolt,” Snape demanded. “I will use your office. I wish to interview him.”

Kingsley Shacklebolt was the wizard who took over the running of the Order of the Phoenix after Dumbledore’s death. Maybe Snape had found out some new information. There were supposed to be pockets of resistance fighters. Shacklebolt was likely in for it.

Ten minutes later, two Aurors brought Kingsley in. He looked terrible. Nothing but skin and bones. He had been a big, burly wizard but now he seemed as weak as a kitten, his black skin ashen and lips chapped. There was a dull look in his eyes as he was helped to a chair in front of the warden’s desk behind which Snape sat.

He slumped in it, his head hanging. Snape looked at the guards.

”You may go. I will summon you when you are needed,” the wizard said, his face sober.

The two guards left.

Now Kingsley raised his head and looked at Snape, his face showing first recognition and second, abject hatred.

”You,” he rasped, “You bloody traitor. You . . . you fucking bastard!”

The wizard tried to rise as Snape pulled out his wand. He managed to stand, rocking unsteadily.

”Go ahead, hex me. Kill me. Anything is better than living like this,” the wizard snarled.

But Snape simply cast a silencing spell around them to contain their conversation.

”At least you are living, Kingsley. Perhaps it was to see this moment,” Snape replied archly, “Sit back down before you hurt yourself. You’re in no condition to deal with me.”

Kingsley flopped back into the chair.

”What do you want, Snape?” he asked the pale wizard, hatred boiling through his veins. If he could kill him, he would and with great malice.

”We need the Order,” the wizard replied.

Kingsley snorted.

”All the Order is locked up here, you ass. There are no more members on the outside, and I wouldn’t tell you where they were if I did know,” he hissed.

Snape shook his head.

”I know where they are, Kingsley. Now, you listen to me, and listen good if you ever want to see the outside of this place. Harry Potter is alive,” the wizard said.

Kingsley stared at him.

“This is some kind of trick. You’re trying to get me to disclose information,” Kingsley said.

“I assure you, my information is correct, Kingsley. He wasn’t killed. Voldemort has him imprisoned. What I figure is that he discovered that Harry is a living Horcrux and wants to protect him since he cannot generate any more of them,” Snape said.

Kingsley frowned at him.

”How do you know this?” he asked the wizard, not daring to hope that he was telling the truth.

”Hermione Granger told me,” the dark wizard replied.

”Hermione Granger? She’s been captured?” Kingsley asked.

”Yes. Currently she is domiciled at my mansion. But that isn’t important. I know you don’t believe my intentions are good. How could you? But you will see proof of it in the next month. I have given orders that every prisoner be treated and well fed, and in such a manner I can assure you will be followed. By the time I come to see you again, you and the rest of the prisoners should be in much better shape,” Snape said earnestly.

“For what purpose?” Kingsley asked him.

Snape’s black eyes glinted at him.

”A coup, Kingsley, a coup,” the wizard replied.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. This one is running away with me. I don't think it will be that long however. I've decided to dedicate ALL tomorrow to ANB, and stop stressing out. lol. So bear with me. Thanks. ***

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