Title: Savior of the Wizarding World 2: Dangerous Desires
Story Summary: Sequel to Savior of the Wizarding World 1: Dark Tithing
Pairing: Willow/Snape, Willow/Lucius
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. BTVS belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy and Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. I'm just borrowing the characters for my own amusement.
Distribution: You want it take it. Just email me first.
Warning: This story will be dark with references to addiction, torture and non consensual sex.
Author Note: *IMPORTANT* This story is the second story in the Savior of Wizarding World
Series. Please make sure you read the first story in the series before reading this one.
Chapter 1: A Touch of Darkness
The Dark Lord, impatient to play with his new toy, soon ended the meeting and disapparated away with the girl thrown over Malfoy’s shoulder. Severus seriously doubted the girl would last the night under his master’s tender care. It was a shame really; Snape, who consider himself a dark arts expert, had found the girl’s power intriguing. So naturally, he would have liked a opportunity to study the girl further. But unfortunately, he had seen some of the Dark Lord’s experiments and there was usually barely enough left over to use in a potion.
That was why the Potion Master was surprised to receive an encrypted message via owl a few hours later from Malfoy asking for his services. One summoning spell and three blind apparations later Severus arrived at an undisclosed location just outside of what was left of Riddle mansion. With its large roman columns and noble arches, Riddle Mansion was once a grand piece of architecture, but years of neglect had stolen the old house’s ornate beauty. Now in its place stood a decrepit blacken structure sitting ominously alone in the deserted countryside.
The cast iron gates creaked open underneath his hand. Severus followed the cobble stone walkway up to the front of the house. When he entered the foyer, he found Malfoy waiting for him on the bottom step of the grand staircase. The deatheater had changed out of the dark garbs that he wore during last night’s meeting and into pair of dark grey trousers with matching vest over a plain white tailored shirt left unbutton at the collar. Without a word of greeting, Malfoy led him upstairs into the master bedroom. The Potion Master’s nostrils flared as soon as he entered the room and his hand reflexively went to his wand. The room reeked of sweat, sex and the metallic ozone of dark magic.
Severus stayed by the door as his dark gaze swept the room. His eyes immediately fell on the small figure curled up on the king size bed. The redhead was unconscious and surprisingly whole. Severus Snape openly stared at the naked woman. If he had any sense of decorum, he would have diverted his eyes. But, he didn’t. Instead, he continued to study her delicate form, mentally cataloging various injuries as his smoldering gaze followed the natural contours of her body. The Dark Lord had been very zealous with his new toy judging by the dark bruises that lined her back and neck.
She was a plain looking little thing. Her features were pleasing in a muggle sort of way, but not spectacular like Narcissus’s refined beauty or Bellatrix striking dark features that had been cultivated through centuries of pure blood breeding. The girl was mousy, almost plebeian and not at all Malfoy‘s type. On the other hand, he supposed the girl had her charms. Her vibrant red hair fell like spun silk and her porcelain skin seemed to pulse with magic, glowing every so slightly in the dark room. She was powerful, young and malleable and that alone would have piqued Malfoy’s interest. He would be lying if he said that he wasn‘t attracted to her power. She was a horrible temptation and for that reason, she was dangerous.
Malfoy swam into his vision and gave the Potion Master a knowing smirk as his hand made sensual circles along the unresponsive girl’s bare back. “Sweet isn’t she.”
Angry with himself for being caught staring Severus flushed irritably. “What do you want, Malfoy?”
“The Dark Lord wishes for someone to tend to the girl’s injuries while he’s gone.”
Snape sneered. “Anyone can administer potions. I‘m no nursemaid.”
“I can’t trust the others to…well, let just say they lack a certain amount of restraint, and you my dear Severus is infamous for your control. But take care Snape, I would be most annoyed if she was harmed in my absence,” warned Lucius.
Severus’s eyebrow rose at the threat. As if displeasing the Dark Lord wouldn’t be reason enough to keep the girl alive. If he didn’t know better, he would think Malfoy sounded concern, almost as if he even cared. ‘But, that’s ridiculous,’ thought Severus in disdain. ‘Malfoy would have to possess something resembling a human heart first.’
Severus ignored Malfoy’s threat with a dismissive scoff as he approached the bed. “What spells have been used?” asked Severus.
Lucius rattled off a long list of curses, all dark and malignant. “Cruciatus mostly, imperius and a few blood curses,” finished the blonde lazily.
“Cruciatus?” asked the Potion Master pensively. Cruciatus was a particularly nasty curse that left no physical damage, but if used extensively for a long period of time it could cause brain damage. The girl’s natural affinity to dark magic may have provided her some protection, but none of the curses that Malfoy mentioned account for the multitude of cuts and bruised evident on her body. Severus peered down his long hook nose at the girl’s pale face. He pried the girl’s eye lids opened and shined the light from the tip of his wand into her eyes. Her pupils dilated which was a good sign that at least her involuntary functions was still working. He would have to wait until she regained conscious to see if there was anything left of her mind. First, he would have to heal her superficial injuries before he could begin to sort out the mental ones. Snape rolled up his sleeves and went to work.
Lucius sighed in silent relief as he watched Snape attended to his patient. He still had plans for Willow, and it would not due at all for her to succumb this early in the game. The girl was still alive, but not because of the lack of trying. The Dark Lord was delighted with his new toy and thrown curse after curse at the girl, each one progressively darker than the last. She had endured hours of relentless torture until she had finally succumbed to exhaustion. The apprehension he had felt in beginning had disappeared as he watched Willow, with a growing sense of pride, not only survived but thrived under the Dark Lord’s touch. She had performed beautifully. The time he had spent training her, cultivating her darkness was well spent.