Severus Snape, the Potions Master at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and a Death Eater, arrived at the meeting location to meet with his Lord. All of the Death Eaters had been called, as Voldemort had decided that he had a way to destroy Dumbledore and Potter, as well as take over the Ministry of Magic.
Snape was a spy for Albus Dumbledore's vigilante organization, the Order of the Phoenix. The spy, wearing the Death Eater regalia of black robes and a white mask, had just come from a staff meeting at Hogwarts, where the Faculty and Staff were planning for the next school year, which would start in a matter of days. Severus had been grateful for the short break, but he was always caught up in Death Eater activities.
Thankfully, as the Dark Lord's Potions Master, he was often found in the potions lab brewing potions the Dark Lord or one of his Inner Circle members needed for the Dark Lord's plans to take over the Wizarding World in the United Kingdom. Snape had been recently brewing quite a number of potions, including, surprisingly, fertility and virility potions.
The spy shuddered when he thought about what the Dark Lord would do with those. It was well known that the man wanted an heir.
When Severus entered the meeting room, he was shocked that the wives of the Death Eaters, as well as their children were there.
This must be a marking. Snape was disgusted to see that many of his older Slytherins were there to be marked like cattle.
"Ah, Severus, glad you could make it," the voice of the Dark Lord said. "Please, as you are the last one, seal the doors behind you."
"Yes My Lord. Sorry for my tardiness."
"Yes, well," the Dark Lord said. "Just seal the doors."
That was surprising, as the Dark Lord usually cursed anyone who was late, or last to the meeting.
"I have called you here for an important announcement. First of all, I want those who you who do not wear my mark to leave the room. Lucius, please show them to a secure room where they will not be let out until I send for them."
"Yes My Lord," the silver-haired ponce Lucius Malfoy said, bowing dramatically.
The unmarked people followed Lucius out of the room, and then, when he came back, he sealed the doors in the room.
"Lucius?" the Dark Lord sneered.
"Yes My Lord?" A worried voice answered.
"I did not ask you to seal the doors. CRUCIO!"
The sickly red curse hit the Malfoy Patriarch, and he collapsed on the floor in pain. It was let up after a minute, and then the Dark Lord spoke again.
"Severus, please seal the doors and make sure it is done right."
"Yes My Lord," Snape said, hiding a smirk behind his mask. He never had liked Lucius Malfoy after he had made Snape lose the only true friend he'd ever had back when he was at Hogwarts twenty years ago.
Snape sealed the door with quite a few privacy spells, including some that were not legal.
"I have called you here for an important announcement," The Dark Lord said. "I have a plan that will allow me to defeat Potter and gain control over Hogwarts."
The Death Eaters cheered like the Dark Lord expected.
"First, however, Bellatrix, Severus, and Dolohov, I want you to make sure each and every person in this room swears an oath on their magic to never mention whatever goes on in this room today. You may act, but you cannot mention this again to anyone without my permission. And you cannot even bring up the knowledge of this happening without my permission first."
Severus swore his oath first, followed by Bellatrix and Dolohov. Then the three Death Eaters watched as each of the others swore their oaths. Anyone who failed to swear the oath would be tortured until they swore the oath, and all of the Death Eaters knew it.
When the three named Death Eaters returned to the front, The Dark Lord smirked and nodded.
"Very well. Greengrass, Davis, Parkinson, are your daughters in any marriage or betrothal contracts?"
"No My lord," Greengrass said, bowing so low that his nose would almost touch the ground. The other two replied the same.
"Then I want you to immediately place your daughters in a marriage contract of First Sexual Contact. Then, after that is done, I want you to send your daughters to seduce Harry Potter."
There were gasps.
"CRUCIO!" came the angry reply of the Dark Lord. His curse hit Lucius Malfoy, who had been one of the surprised ones to gasp. When the curse was let up, the Dark Lord glared.
"I did not ask for comments from the peanut gallery."
Peanut Gallery, Snape blinked. What the hell?
"As I was saying, your daughters will be required to seduce Harry Potter and they will become married to him through their actions. If you fail to do so, then you will face my wrath. You three may go and do as I command."
"My Lord?"
"Yes Greengrass?"
"I have two daughters. Which of them do you want me to place in the contract?"
"CRUCIO!"
When the curse was let up, the Dark Lord spat. "Both of them, you fool," his angry voice said. "Now leave my sight and do as I command. And Severus, please go and retrieve Narcissa. I have a special task for her."
"Yes My Lord," Snape said, with a bow.
When Snape returned, he was again instructed to seal the door.
"Now, Narcissa, Bellatrix, I want you to get together with Severus. I need some entertainment."
"Entertainment, my Lord?"
"Yes, Entertainment," the Dark Lord said. "Severus, do you have the potions I required?"
"Yes My Lord."
"Then you will take the correct one. I give you an assignment to create an heir with Bellatrix and Narcissa. I will adopt the strongest child as my heir."
"Yes My Lord," Snape said. "It is an honor."
"Yes, it is an honor," Bellatrix added, as her sister seemed to shiver. Lucius looked as if he would object.
"My Lord, may I…"
"EXPLOSIVO CASTRADO!" Voldemort said, and a sickly looking curse hit Lucius Malfoy where it hurt. "Don't you dare question me, Malfoy," he spat. "If I want you to give oral sex to every male Death Eater in the room, you will do it without question. Do you understand me? If you don't, then your son Draco will join you as a eunuch."
"Yes My Lord," Lucius managed to squeak out, as he held his profusely bleeding privates.
This had the reaction the Dark Lord wanted, as he smirked as he saw all of the male Death Eaters looking at him wide-eyed and fearful. This was more than torture. This could end their family lines.
"Now, my plan is this: when Potter and Dumbledore are taken up in trying to deal with the issue of his marriages after the seduction, we will assault Hogwarts with our full force.
"I want each of you to take your teams and prepare for battle. The signal I give after this will be the signal to attack Hogwarts, and you will return from your hiding locations to do so. We will not be in contact, and the signal you will expect is when I call you on your Dark Marks. Do you understand?"
"Yes My Lord," came the reply of the hundred Death Eaters.
"Good," he said. "Severus?"
"Yes My Lord," Snape asked, as he pulled out of Bellatrix.
"You will remain after the teams are dismissed."
"Yes My Lord," the Death Eater replied.
"You may continue Severus. Oh, by the way, good form," the Dark Lord added, with a smirk. "For the rest of you, I want all of the team leaders to remain. Everyone else is to go to your assigned locations immediately. Do not stop to talk to anyone else. A head count will be made, and if anyone is missing when the headcount is made in exactly one hour, then you will pay for it with your life and the lives of your families."
Voldemort smiled.
"Now go before I decide to add a few more eunuchs to the Wizarding World."
The rank and file Death Eaters almost ran out of the room. When the door was shut again, the Team Leaders, all ten of them, remained. Two were on the floor.
"Severus, Bella, you may stop for now. You will continue this since your teams will meet at the same place. Get clothed."
"Yes My Lord," both replied.
When the two were clothed again, Narcissa was sent out of the room.
"For the rest of you, the signal will be given when I deem it appropriate to attack. Don't assume that I will signal everyone at once, as I want to send you in to attack Hogwarts in waves. All but Severus, you are dismissed to your waiting locations. Remember, the next signal I give will be the one to send you to attack Hogwarts."
When all but Snape were out of the room, the Dark Lord turned to the spy.
"Severus, you have done very well. You have served me well and I ask a special task of you."
"Yes My Lord?"
"I am about to perform a minor ritual on myself to help me prepare to defeat Potter. When you complete it, I want you to obliviate me of everything that has gone on today."
"Yes My Lord," Snape said, as he saw a flash of green in the Dark Lord's normally red eyes.
"Once that is done, you are to go back to your post. As for your duties, I release you from the oath that you made today."
"Thank you, My lord," Snape said, as he felt the magic releasing him from the oaths.
The Dark Lord then took out his wand and pointed it to his head, chanting something in parseltongue. When he looked as if he was not responding, Snape paused a moment before smirking. This would be good. The Dark Lord looked as if he'd been obliviated.
"OBLIVIATE!" Severus Snape said, with a smirk that the Dark Lord would never remember on his face. It would be Snape's all-time favorite memory when he got to talk with the soon-to-be Vanquisher of the Dark Lord.
At the time Snape was obliviating the Dark Lord, Harry Potter opened his green eyes and snickered. He was glad that he had studied legilimency and mind magic. It made for an interesting evening, and he had just royally fucked up the Dark Lord by forcing him to obliviate all of his knowledge of dueling and parselmagic. And he could look forward to an amazing school year with four gorgeous women trying to 'seduce' him on the train.
Of course, these were the same four women who had contacted him at the beginning of the summer looking for a way out of being marked. They had promised to do anything and Harry had accepted their promises. And he knew their seductions would be fabulous, especially as the Marriage Laws were quite strict in that a marriage was non-negotiable and permanent when done under the right conditions.
But first, Harry had an annoying, almost defense-less Dark Lord to deal with.