Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter, I only own this plot.
Author's note(WARNING): This is a SS/HG story. This is an extremely dark story and those with weak constitutions are asked not to read this. Read at your own risk. Strong themes: death and torture. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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He was called the Good Doctor. There was nothing good about him. Voldemort had kept him around, and he soon found purpose to his life. He became a doctor with no medical training and only his cruel mind to serve him. No one would have thought it by his appearance; tall dark haired and with jet eyes. His smile is what caught most of his 'patients' of guard. A cruel and cold smile that was also filled with a childish glee.
He studied his Toys. The gleaming steel instruments lay on a polished black marble counter. He shivered with delight whenever he looked at them. He caught a movement from the corner of his eye, the body on the stainless steel slab beside him twitched once more than lay still. He washed the blood off of his hands and left his dungeon workshop and headed back to the main ball room where his master waited.
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"My lord," He said smiling at the tall robed man sitting at a massive table.
"Ah Severus, I trust you are enjoying yourself," Voldemort smiled at Severus' response, "I have surprise for you,"
"My lord?" Severus was confused, the last time Voldemort had surprised him it left him barely alive.
"You have single-handedly interrogated over five hundred Muggles and Mudbloods, I think you should be rewarded." Voldemort smiled at the man, "Come here Pet," Severus saw a cloaked figure walking over to Voldemort and drop to their knees. "Come now Pet stand up and take that cloak off,"
Severus watched as the figure stood, turned and dropped the cloak. Standing in front of him was a woman he thought had died long ago, "Hello Severus," She smiled cruelly, "Did you miss me?"
Her hair was short, dyed black and slicked against her skull. She wore a formfitting black lace dress that hid nothing from him.
"Isn't she perfect?" Voldemort asked as she turned around in a circle.
"Gods yes," Severus Looked at her again she had the same cruel look in her eyes that he did. "I thought she was dead," Severus said as she walked over to him and traced her hand along his shoulders.
"Lucius found her in America doing exactly what you have been doing for me the past two years." Voldemort watched the young woman, "She has proven to be a remarkable help, and she was the only one spared."
"Severus," She whispered into his ear, it was cold and callous but it sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine. "Can we go play?" she looked up at Voldemort.
He looked at the couple, "Yes go and play," Severus had proved beneficial in the destruction of hogwarts and this would be his ultimate reward; A brilliant student whom he had once lusted after. Now she was a killing machine just like him. it would be an interesting game.
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Severus led the young woman down to his chambers. They were at the opposite end of the dungeon from where his play area was. She walked with the silent grace of a feline. Severus watched her and wondered if this was just another game Voldemort was playing with him. It probably is, he thought, but this was after all the woman he had loved, and possibly could love again.
Once inside on his dark and lush chambers; she found a chair and curled in it like a black cat. "Well did you miss me?" she purred, "I missed you,"
"Hermione," It had been three years since he had spoken her name out loud.
"It's just Mione now," she watched the dark man walk around her in the chair. "I still love you," She said watching for his reaction.
He looked her dead in the eyes, scrutinizing her, "Why have you been killing Muggles?" He asked knowing that His chambers were so soundproofed that even Voldemort couldn't hear what went on in there.
"Why not?" She asked, "My parents weren't my real parents. I was adopted. I'm a pureblood just like you,"
Severus shivered slightly. He had dreamed that she was a pureblood all along and it was true. "Is that why Voldemort Spared you?"
"Yes," She smiled at him, everything about her made her shiver, "I know you are the Good Doctor, the one person every Deatheater dreads to meet in a dark alley." She stood and crossed over to him, draping her arms around his neck. She kissed him passionately and he returned the favor. He felt her warm body pressing against him and turned her towards his bed room.
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His bedroom was draped in the darkest shades of reds, purples and blacks. He pushed her down on the bed and looked at her. She had a feral look in her eyes and watched his every move intently.
He pulled his robes off and unbuttoned his shirt. He watched as Mione pulled the sheer fabric of her dress up and over her head. severus looked at her body. Several fine scars traced up her thighs and under her breasts. He stripped of the rest of his clothes and lay on the bed next to her.
She looked over at him and smiled. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, "I'm not pure and I'm not nice, I am oh so very naughty now." She said as she leaned forward and began to bite at his pale flesh...
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Voldemort wondered what his daughter was doing, he had a good idea and he chuckled. She and Severus were made for each other, two evil mind, one was bound to try and destroy the other. But for now they would play their little love games and perhaps produce a child. And to think, he thought, I almost got rid of him, who would have thought that Mione would be the one student he had loved at hogwarts.
He looked up when he saw a dark robe, "What is it now?" Voldemort snarled.
"My lord, The last of the resistance has been wiped out," the man said brushing his white blond hair away from his eyes, "The captives are being brought to to the dungeons as we speak,"
"Very good, Draco" Voldemort replied, "I am sure Severus would like to know that, but not right now." the young man nodded, bowed and left the room.
****
Mione and Severus lay in each others arms; covered in welts, scratches and deep bite marks, the two were sated.
"Can we play some more?" Mione asked with childish glee, "I want to see where you work,"
Severus knew he couldn't refuse that offer. He was happier now than he had been torturing the muggle. He now had another twisted mind to share his ideas with then screw. "How can I refuse you?"
"You can't, we were made for each other." she said, "And I dare you to try and dispute that." she bit his ear eliciting a moan from him. "That's what I thought,"
*****
Severus opened the door to his work room. Mione let out a noise of girlish glee when she saw all of the gleaming instruments and the steel tables.
Severus watched as she picked them up and set them down again. She was like a kid in the candy store, Severus thought, I'll let her play a bit. "There are 'patients' waiting in the next room pick on out and you can play Nurse,"
"Really?" She set down the bone saw she held in her hands and rushed over and kissed him fervently. Severus pointed to the door where his test subjects lay waiting for their turn.
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Severus watched a she brought a tousle-haired man into the room. He was in a full body bind, and had been gagged. She used her wand to raise him up to the table and strapped him down. Only after she had done so she removed the gag.
"Hermione?! What are you doing? It's me your friend Ron," She only half listened as she walked over to the tabled lined with instruments.
"I have no friends. I have my Lover and I have my Master, but I have no friends. The friends I had left me bruised and bleeding. They never returned for me, they are dead to me now... Besides the Good Doctor is here,"
Severus watched this interaction from the dark corner, smiling evilly as the young man continued to scream and yell, "But I'm not dead!" he knew about the Good Doctor, the faceless man who no one wanted to meet in any dark place. He saw the shadows moving as Severus walked up. "You!" Mione shoved the gag back in his mouth and smiled at Severus before kissing him again.
Author's note(WARNING): This is a SS/HG story. This is an extremely dark story and those with weak constitutions are asked not to read this. Read at your own risk. Strong themes: death and torture. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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He was called the Good Doctor. There was nothing good about him. Voldemort had kept him around, and he soon found purpose to his life. He became a doctor with no medical training and only his cruel mind to serve him. No one would have thought it by his appearance; tall dark haired and with jet eyes. His smile is what caught most of his 'patients' of guard. A cruel and cold smile that was also filled with a childish glee.
He studied his Toys. The gleaming steel instruments lay on a polished black marble counter. He shivered with delight whenever he looked at them. He caught a movement from the corner of his eye, the body on the stainless steel slab beside him twitched once more than lay still. He washed the blood off of his hands and left his dungeon workshop and headed back to the main ball room where his master waited.
****
"My lord," He said smiling at the tall robed man sitting at a massive table.
"Ah Severus, I trust you are enjoying yourself," Voldemort smiled at Severus' response, "I have surprise for you,"
"My lord?" Severus was confused, the last time Voldemort had surprised him it left him barely alive.
"You have single-handedly interrogated over five hundred Muggles and Mudbloods, I think you should be rewarded." Voldemort smiled at the man, "Come here Pet," Severus saw a cloaked figure walking over to Voldemort and drop to their knees. "Come now Pet stand up and take that cloak off,"
Severus watched as the figure stood, turned and dropped the cloak. Standing in front of him was a woman he thought had died long ago, "Hello Severus," She smiled cruelly, "Did you miss me?"
Her hair was short, dyed black and slicked against her skull. She wore a formfitting black lace dress that hid nothing from him.
"Isn't she perfect?" Voldemort asked as she turned around in a circle.
"Gods yes," Severus Looked at her again she had the same cruel look in her eyes that he did. "I thought she was dead," Severus said as she walked over to him and traced her hand along his shoulders.
"Lucius found her in America doing exactly what you have been doing for me the past two years." Voldemort watched the young woman, "She has proven to be a remarkable help, and she was the only one spared."
"Severus," She whispered into his ear, it was cold and callous but it sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine. "Can we go play?" she looked up at Voldemort.
He looked at the couple, "Yes go and play," Severus had proved beneficial in the destruction of hogwarts and this would be his ultimate reward; A brilliant student whom he had once lusted after. Now she was a killing machine just like him. it would be an interesting game.
****
Severus led the young woman down to his chambers. They were at the opposite end of the dungeon from where his play area was. She walked with the silent grace of a feline. Severus watched her and wondered if this was just another game Voldemort was playing with him. It probably is, he thought, but this was after all the woman he had loved, and possibly could love again.
Once inside on his dark and lush chambers; she found a chair and curled in it like a black cat. "Well did you miss me?" she purred, "I missed you,"
"Hermione," It had been three years since he had spoken her name out loud.
"It's just Mione now," she watched the dark man walk around her in the chair. "I still love you," She said watching for his reaction.
He looked her dead in the eyes, scrutinizing her, "Why have you been killing Muggles?" He asked knowing that His chambers were so soundproofed that even Voldemort couldn't hear what went on in there.
"Why not?" She asked, "My parents weren't my real parents. I was adopted. I'm a pureblood just like you,"
Severus shivered slightly. He had dreamed that she was a pureblood all along and it was true. "Is that why Voldemort Spared you?"
"Yes," She smiled at him, everything about her made her shiver, "I know you are the Good Doctor, the one person every Deatheater dreads to meet in a dark alley." She stood and crossed over to him, draping her arms around his neck. She kissed him passionately and he returned the favor. He felt her warm body pressing against him and turned her towards his bed room.
*****
His bedroom was draped in the darkest shades of reds, purples and blacks. He pushed her down on the bed and looked at her. She had a feral look in her eyes and watched his every move intently.
He pulled his robes off and unbuttoned his shirt. He watched as Mione pulled the sheer fabric of her dress up and over her head. severus looked at her body. Several fine scars traced up her thighs and under her breasts. He stripped of the rest of his clothes and lay on the bed next to her.
She looked over at him and smiled. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, "I'm not pure and I'm not nice, I am oh so very naughty now." She said as she leaned forward and began to bite at his pale flesh...
****
Voldemort wondered what his daughter was doing, he had a good idea and he chuckled. She and Severus were made for each other, two evil mind, one was bound to try and destroy the other. But for now they would play their little love games and perhaps produce a child. And to think, he thought, I almost got rid of him, who would have thought that Mione would be the one student he had loved at hogwarts.
He looked up when he saw a dark robe, "What is it now?" Voldemort snarled.
"My lord, The last of the resistance has been wiped out," the man said brushing his white blond hair away from his eyes, "The captives are being brought to to the dungeons as we speak,"
"Very good, Draco" Voldemort replied, "I am sure Severus would like to know that, but not right now." the young man nodded, bowed and left the room.
****
Mione and Severus lay in each others arms; covered in welts, scratches and deep bite marks, the two were sated.
"Can we play some more?" Mione asked with childish glee, "I want to see where you work,"
Severus knew he couldn't refuse that offer. He was happier now than he had been torturing the muggle. He now had another twisted mind to share his ideas with then screw. "How can I refuse you?"
"You can't, we were made for each other." she said, "And I dare you to try and dispute that." she bit his ear eliciting a moan from him. "That's what I thought,"
*****
Severus opened the door to his work room. Mione let out a noise of girlish glee when she saw all of the gleaming instruments and the steel tables.
Severus watched as she picked them up and set them down again. She was like a kid in the candy store, Severus thought, I'll let her play a bit. "There are 'patients' waiting in the next room pick on out and you can play Nurse,"
"Really?" She set down the bone saw she held in her hands and rushed over and kissed him fervently. Severus pointed to the door where his test subjects lay waiting for their turn.
****
Severus watched a she brought a tousle-haired man into the room. He was in a full body bind, and had been gagged. She used her wand to raise him up to the table and strapped him down. Only after she had done so she removed the gag.
"Hermione?! What are you doing? It's me your friend Ron," She only half listened as she walked over to the tabled lined with instruments.
"I have no friends. I have my Lover and I have my Master, but I have no friends. The friends I had left me bruised and bleeding. They never returned for me, they are dead to me now... Besides the Good Doctor is here,"
Severus watched this interaction from the dark corner, smiling evilly as the young man continued to scream and yell, "But I'm not dead!" he knew about the Good Doctor, the faceless man who no one wanted to meet in any dark place. He saw the shadows moving as Severus walked up. "You!" Mione shoved the gag back in his mouth and smiled at Severus before kissing him again.