wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2010-02-27 00:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, 2010, lily, snape |
Special Delivery for chiralove
Title: Uneasy Lies The Head
Author/Artist:
Recipient's LJ name: chiralove
Pairing(s): Snape/Lily (teen)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Two 16 year olds get up to no good with a little help from a Horcrux.
Word Count: +/- 5,400
Warnings/Content: Underage (16) Some violence. Book canon was used in the creation of this fic.
Disclaimer: Rowling owns the universe. I just play in it.
Author's notes: As you requested, Lyv, this fic contains dark!fic, mindfuckery, dub-con, possessiveness, unrequited love, and angst. I leave it to you to decide on the level of realism this contains. With thanks to the ever-brilliant William S. for the title.
"Down here!"
"Lily..."
"Sh!"
Severus did not bother telling her it was pointless trying to get away. She did not believe his theory about Lupin's monthly disappearances, but he was certain of it, if only because Potter's little gang of four ferreted out any hiding place he had on school grounds. They could find him, no matter where he went, and the only way they could do that, he knew, was if one of them had an enhanced sense of smell... like say, a werewolf.
She tugged on his hand now and he gave in to her as he always did. Sometimes she could help. Sometimes.
She let his hand go and began to pace hurriedly in the corridor on the seventh floor she had led him to. He frowned, looking back the way they'd come for signs of her pesky housemates.
When she made a sound of triumph, he looked back in time to see a doorway beginning to appear. He frowned, even as Lily turned to him, a pleased expression on her face.
"This room appears and disappears and I heard Remus say they couldn't see anyone in it." She grabbed his hand. "Come on!"
Before he could protest or even point out that going into suddenly appearing and disappearing magical rooms was not a good idea, Lily had pulled him in after her and slammed the door shut.
It does. It looks quite good.
Do.
My... what an imagination you have, my lady.
And you admire him, even as he vexes you.
Ah, a poor suitor.
Ah, so he's a Slytherin!The voice sounded approving and Lily turned to study Severus once more. She could not see his crooked teeth, and with his hair brushed back and held in place by a silver snake circlet, his hooked nose looked Roman, almost royal. Lily sighed.
I can see why you're taken by him... and that you'd like to be... perhaps?
But the potential for more exists. If only...
This one has potential, I see. But you find him arrogant.
You want him put in his place.
No doubt. I can help you with that. Together we can show them both just who you are.
He desires you. I can sense it.
You do not know if he is the right one, is that it? There are others.
I can certainly help you with that, my dear. But for now there is this fine young specimen.
Then the way before you is clear. You would not buy a broom without trying different models to see which one suits, would you?
Nicely done. That was quite satisfactory. And now you know. This one is loyal to you from his very soul. His heart is yours if you seek to take it.
But there are others more worthy.
You deserve better treatment.
Yet it matters to you. You and I both know better than anyone just how dearly one can pay for their status or lack thereof.
You deserve more. You know this. You strive for it. You've worked for it since you were old enough to know the power within you and that you were better than those filthy Muggles that sought to oppress you. You know of spells and enchantments some Purebloods can only dream of.
What a sleek and beautiful instrument.
Oh, but it speaks to me! Ashwinder, my clever serpent. Ashwinder fang. Precious and rare, just like your many gifts, my fine young Slytherin. Not made here, but on the continent where such uniqueness is better appreciated. It likely belonged to someone from Durmstrang, a distant relative of someone who inherited the wand upon their death and did not have the wit to retain it, selling it for common coin. Their ignorance is your gain. You are clever enough to capitalise on any gain.
Yes, yes... with such ambition you will go far, my friend.
I can see you already know what some twice your age have yet to grasp -- that of all the untold riches in the world, more important than any of them is power, and I can show you the way to more power than you can imagine. With power, one's blood does not matter. What matters is that you can hold and utilise that power. Power to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. Power that can stop death itself.
Indeed. You hold great promise, Severus Snape. Even if you have an unhealthy interest in a Mudblood.
You know I'm right. No matter how lovely, no matter how bright, she will always be nought but a filthy little Mudblood.
For that you will die in great pain, my incautious little friend.The echo of an amused laugh, faint and receding seemed to surround him for a moment as he blinked and shook his head.