ellid (ellid) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2009-07-28 23:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic: nc17, retro fest |
Retro fest fic, part one: "Marriage a la Mode"
Title: Marriage a la Mode, 1/????
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: NC-17 (eventually; this segment PG)
Canonicity: this is compatible only through GoF, since Sirius Black is alive.
Original prompt: "54. Pre-HBP: Severus is the last male member of an impoverished pureblood family. He must marry, and Voldemort has chosen the bride. The Order kidnaps her and substitutes one of their own using polyjuice (Tonks is unavailable for some reason), which is how Remus finds himself married to Severus...."
Summary: the Dark Lord has decided that Severus should marry and has chosen the bride. Little does he know that she is not what she appears.
Warning: mpreg, gender switch
"Severus. My faithful servant." Voldemort crooked a delicate finger at Severus. "Walk with me."
"Yes, my Lord." Severus bowed his head and joined the Dark Lord as he strolled across the grounds of what had been Riddle Manor. It was early March, and someone (Narcissa?) had charmed away the snow and dead plants to create an almost pleasant space. "How may I serve you?"
"By letting me help you, my loyal one." Voldemort casually transformed a statue of Zeus and Ganymede into a bench and settled into place. Severus automatically began to kneel. "No, no. This is not a matter of policy. This is personal."
Severus hesitantly lowered himself to the bench. Since when did the Dark Lord take an interest in his personal life? "I do not understand. My position at Hogwarts requires - "
Voldemort shook his head and made the sound that passed for a laugh. "No, no, not that." His voice dropped to a whisper. "You have served so long, with so little thought for your own happiness. I have found a solution."
"A solution?" Severus could not help frowning. "My happiness is not important while there is work to be done."
"Ah, Severus. Always thinking of others and never of yourself or your family!" A lorry backfired from somewhere in Little Hangleton. Voldemort scowled but did not issue the customary order that the driver be killed as messily as possible for the grave crime of disturbing the fresh country air. "You are the last of the Snapes in the senior line, are you not?"
"Such as it is, My Lord. My late father spoke once of cousins in America, but he never mentioned names."
"Lucius has a beautiful wife and a healthy son. So do Goyle and Crabbe." Voldemort's lips stretched into a fond rictus as Draco and his cronies flew past on their brooms, calling cheerfully to each other as they worked out Quidditch plays. "Your blood is as pure as theirs, yet you are alone, and have ever been alone. This will change."
Severus went cold. "My Lord, I have thought only of your service. Is it not best that I remain solitary?"
"Ah, so you think!" exclaimed Voldemort. "If your friend Rosier were still alive I would agree with - don't blush, Severus, I knew all about your trysts. The two of you were charming together, if somewhat unorthodox."
Severus set his jaw. He and Evan had not been exactly discreet about being lovers, but that didn't mean he enjoyed talking about it, even now. "My Lord, that was long ago. I have learned my lesson. I do not need companionship."
Nagini crawled up onto the bench, hissing softly. Voldemort listened, then laughed that horrible cold laugh. "So you say, but Nagini and I know better. You are a man and have a man's needs. If your friend were alive I would not press this, but you are the last of your line. It is time that you married and sired a child."
"But - "
The Dark Lord leaned close enough that Severus had to occlude to avoid choking on the faint, omnipresent scent of grave dust. "I have found a wife for you, a French girl of good family. She is young, lovely, pureblooded - all that you will need."
"Oh," said Severus faintly.
A bony hand gripped his knee in comradeship. "You will marry just after the dark of the moon, when the earth is ripe for planting. Your bride will be equally ripe. I myself have sent her the potions to ensure conception on your wedding night." Severus shuddered at a chuckle that might have almost been conspiratorial in a manly way. "Soon her womb will swell like the waxing moon as the seed you have planted grows within her. My most faithful servant will have an heir to his name and his lands, and together they will lead our world to new glory!"
The only "lands" the Snapes had managed to hold onto were a crumbling wreck of a house in Yorkshire, an overgrown deer park staffed by an elf with catarrh, and three acres on the least fruitful of the Phlogiston Isles. Why would the Dark Lord want another generation to inherit any of it?
"You are too kind," he managed after a pause. "May I meet her first? If we're to have a family so quickly it might be wise."
The Dark Lord laughed again, this time heartily enough that Severus could not help being terrified. "She knows you already, Severus, and you know her. She was one of the lovely ladies from Beauxbatons - not Delacour, no, but another equally pure. The Gruyeres were proud to volunteer Mademoiselle Soleil for this honor."
Severus pushed Nagini's blunt head away from his crotch. Soleil Gruyere? The thought of marrying and impregnating any girl, let alone one he had had as a student, was nauseating, but this! Lovely, yes, and intelligent enough, but so sheltered she had almost failed Care of Magical Creatures when it came time to inseminate the skrewts. Did she even know the mechanics of sex?
"She's a fine young woman." He swallowed. "I'm sure it will be fine."
"Of course it will be fine!" Voldemort cried, and slapped him hard between the shoulder blades. "Come back in two weeks, my most loyal servant! Come back for your wedding!"
Severus rose to make his escape before that damned snake could sniff his genitals again. Could even Albus help him now?
TBC