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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      Remus_Lupin/Severus_Snape, Sirius_Black/Severus_Snape, Albus_Dumbledore/
      Severus_Snape, Severus_Snape/Other(s)
  Character:
      Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy, Hermione_Granger, Remus_Lupin, Albus
      Dumbledore
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, BDSM, Incest, Mpreg, Bestiality,
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      Published: 2005-03-20 Chapters: 24/24 Words: 79533
****** Subjugation ******
by Ravenkiss [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     Severus Snape accuses Albus Dumbledore of rape. Dumbledore says that
     it is a misunderstanding. Who is believed, the Savior, or the
     Turncoat?
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
     the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an
     Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors
     about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached
     everyone. If you are (or know) this author or artist, please contact
     me using the e-mail address at the Ink_Stained_Fingers_collection
     profile.
     Author's notes: In addition to the warnings listed above this story
     will also contain cross-dressing, suicidal thoughts, a major
     character death and just to make it fun, Dumbledore is evil. If you
     have a problem with anything of this, read something else. You have
     been warned.
***** Subjugation - 1 *****
Subjugation - Part 1






  The Wizongamot was in an uproar.

  So far they had managed to keep the entire sordid business hushed up and
  out of the press, but it was only a matter of time before some nosy
  reporter caught wind of a devastating scandal.

  The three members who sat in judgment glared from on high in their severe
  black robes. Not a man among them was under ninety years old. Though bent
  and very frail looking, these were three of the most powerful men in the
  wizarding world.

  The long bench that usually held twelve men was almost empty. This was not
  a meeting of the full council. Today there would be no audience in the
  gallery. There would be no witnesses.

  They glared down at the problem before them with dread; glancing back and
  forth between the two men standing before them.

  The first wizard was a member of their own august body. He was one of the
  most powerful, most respected wizards to hold the title of Grand Master in
  the last century: a venerable paragon of virtue, noble of family, and
  unimpeachable of character, a man who had fought for the side of Light for
  over one hundred years. Under other circumstances, it is he who would sit
  at the head of this council.

  The other was a mere child of thirty-seven, of a poor, unimportant family.
  One who had freely admitted to once having been under the sway of the Dark
  Lord: though none could deny that the boy had returned to the Light, and
  paid a very heavy price.

  "I call this meeting of the Wizongamot special council to order. I, Alginon
  Dupree shall be acting as Magistrate of the Council. Along with my fellow
  council members Phillip Walters and Reginald Travailian, we shall be
  sitting in judgment on this most sensitive matter," said the presiding
  member dryly for the benefit of the quill that was taking down every word
  of the proceedings. Though after this particular tribunal, the record would
  probably be destroyed.

  "We are here today to pass judgment on the grave accusations made by
  Professor Severus Snape against Grand High Wizard and Headmaster of
  Hogwarts School, Albus Dumbledore. Headmaster Dumbledore, you have been
  accused of the crime of rape against the person of Severus Snape. How do
  you plead?"

  "Not guilty, of course, Algi." The older man wearing fine robes of red
  satin with gold trim around the cuffs and collar, with a matching hat
  tucked into his belt. He smiled genially at them from behind his half moon
  shaped glasses.

  He was as always the perfect picture of kindness and benign wisdom.

  The man leaned down and whispered to Dumbledore, "Albus, you must call me
  Magistrate. This is official business."

  "Sorry about that, Old boy."

  "Yes, now, we will hear Professor Snape's version of the alleged incident."
  The man in the middle of the gathering turned back to Professor Dumbledore.
  "In difference to your age and position, you may sit while the testimony is
  given Headmaster."

  "Thank you, Algi." Dumbledore nodded and with a smile at Snape strolled
  over to a chair that a pair of Aurors had brought out for him. They were
  the only other people in the courtroom. The two rather large men in red
  robes moved back two steps to flank the older wizard like an honor guard.
  He looked like a king, reclining in the chair with his robes spilling
  majestically about him.

  Both of the Aurors gave Snape contemptuous looks. No need to ask which of
  them these men believed.

  The Magistrate sighed, but said nothing about the use if his given name as
  he turned his attention back to the matter at hand. "Professor Snape,
  please relate the facts of the alleged incident as you recall them."

  Folding his arms over his chest, wrapping himself in his long black cloak,
  and standing a little straighter he turned towards the men. Trying
  unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness he flipped his long lank black hair
  from his eyes. Professor Snape looked over the three men who sat in
  judgment of them, of him. He was apprehensive, well aware that he was an
  outsider here.

  One who was without a wand; it made him feel vulnerable, naked.

  Severus Snape wanted to curl up in a ball and scream. This was insane!
  Voldemort was dead. His life should be perfect, or at the very least
  tolerable.

  Finally after almost twenty years of what amounted to indentured servitude,
  he was supposed to be free, truly free, without obligations to spy or
  atone.

  Why was he not at this moment in his dungeon giving detentions, doing
  research? He should not be standing before these men accusing Albus
  Dumbledore of rape.

  When had the world gone mad?

  Sadly it was not the fact that he had been raped that was so confusing.
  That particular crime had been done to him so many times that he could
  almost ignore it.

  The realization that he was scarcely affected by being raped frightened him
  by itself.

  He had been brutalized more times then he could remember, used by Malfoy,
  Voldemort, and the Death Eaters. While still fairly innocent in school, he
  had been trapped in the Prefect's bathroom and gang raped by Sirius Black,
  James Potter and Peter Pettigrew.

  Severus had tried to tell the Hogwarts staff about that assault, but no one
  had ever let him finish. He had been summarily dismissed, and told never to
  repeat those 'vile lies' again or he would be expelled.

  It was made painfully obvious to Severus Snape that he was unimportant.
  That the so-called honor of the school, and that of the `Golden
  Gryffindors' held precedence over his petty concerns. And so when Lucius
  Malfoy had cornered him in the Slytherin common room told him to strip and
  get on his hands and knees, he had felt that he had no choice but to
  submit.

  By shear force of will he had managed to find a way to cope. He refused to
  allow his enemies to destroy him. Sometimes in the night, he woke up
  screaming and shaking, but thanks to some silencing spells, no one had ever
  witnessed those displays of weakness.

  No one knew.

  He was a Slytherin, and a true Slytherin would never show weakness, would
  not allow his enemies to see his pain.

  But it was different this time. Of all of the pain, all the humiliation,
  that had been heaped upon him his entire life, it was Albus Dumbledore's
  betrayal that had nearly broken him. This time he had been violated by the
  only person in the world he truly trusted.

  And then, as he reeled from the insanity of being assaulted by the man he
  had thought of as his only real friend, things became worse.

  As soon as the Ministry realized whom the accusation was against, they had
  informed him that the matter would be turned over to the Wizongamot!

  He suspected that everyone he had spoken to at the Ministry had been
  obliviated.

  By order of the Wizongamot he had immediately been taken by portkey and
  placed in an isolation cell. For his protection, of course, they had
  insisted. He had not been allowed to contact anyone, had not even known
  exactly where he was.

  He could not help but wondered if they would even give him a hearing seeing
  as Dumbledore was head of the bloody council!

  It was probably only because he had begun having morning sickness causing
  the discovery of the pregnancy that they were forced to address the issue
  and not just leave him to rot.

  Children were all too rare in the Wizarding world, especially one by such a
  powerful man as Albus Dumbledore. The first words out of the mediwitch's
  mouth after she had done the paternity test had been, 'You do understand
  that abortion is not an option under these circumstances?'

  His rights had already been curtailed, but that did not matter. Severus did
  not want to terminate the pregnancy. As strange as many would think it, he
  wanted the child. Already felt protective over the tiny new life growing
  within him. What he was fighting for was his freedom.

  How backwards was this? Severus was the victim, yet it was he who had to
  grovel and beg to be released!

  His deep black eyes were unreadable as he focused his mind on what was
  before him. Slowly he began to speak his voice clear, low and what many
  would dreamily call silky. "On the 31st of August of this year, I had been
  called to the Headmaster's office on the pretense of discussing some
  arrangements for the Welcoming Feast. I had been there for perhaps twenty
  minutes when," he swallowed. "When Headmaster Dumbledore stood up from
  behind his desk and came to the couch. He sat beside me, his leg touching
  mine. I am uncomfortable being touched in such a familiar manner, so I
  tried to move away, but he followed, soon he trapped me against the arm of
  the couch. He placed his hand on my right thigh and told me that he thought
  that I was a, he used the term 'hottie'. He suggested that since I would
  not have to spy anymore that we could, deepen our relationship," Snape
  closed his eyes and shuddered. "I told him that while I was flattered that
  he found me attractive, I was not interested."

  "You are saying that Headmaster Dumbledore did not respect your wishes?"
  said the Magistrate.

  "He raped me," Snape reminded him angrily.

  "Had you given the Headmaster any reason to believe that you would be
  amiable to his advances?" asked the Magistrate.

  "No, none," Snape said flatly. "How could I? He has never even hinted that
  he had this, desire before he attacked me."

  "Are you quite sure that you did not inadvertently give him some sign that
  you were interested? According to our sources your sexual preference does
  lean more towards other men."

  "As it happens, sir, being homosexual does not necessitate promiscuity. I
  do not spread my legs for everyone I meet with a 'Y' chromosome." 'Not
  willingly,' he thought bitterly. "Besides, I have always thought of
  Headmaster Dumbledore as a father figure." Snape glanced in the old man's
  direction, but could not meet the eyes of the man he had once revered. "I
  never considered him as a perspective sexual partner."

  "Yet, he seemed to believe that you might be interested," the Magistrate
  insisted.

  "I told him an unequivocal 'no'," Severus countered. "He looked angry, at
  least I though it was anger. But he grabbed my arms and pulled me into a
  kiss. He was stronger then I would have thought possible. I tried to push
  him away, to reach for my wand, but he took it from my sleeve and tossed it
  across the room. We struggled. He told me to stop fighting, said that he
  knew that I wanted him, that I was just playing hard to get. When I
  continued to protest, he used a spell to remove my clothes and pushed me
  onto the floor. He, I was under him, with my legs forced apart. He spoke a
  spell and bound my hands over my head, and then he opened his robes." Snape
  had to stop, he had to compose himself, stop trembling at the memory of
  Dumbledore's face, blue eyes blazing with lust, and the sight of that
  massive engorged cock about to penetrate him.

  "I could not move. Headmaster Dumbledore grabbed my hips and he, forced
  himself into, my, my....vagina," the last word was little more then a
  whisper as his pale face flushed red with shame.

  "Vagina?" One of the judges, a pinch-faced man with only a few wispy white
  hairs and a myriad of liver spots, looked completely puzzled at that.

  "The Dark Lord," he still could not bring himself to call Voldemort by
  name. "Found out that I had betrayed him. He had sought to punish me. When
  I was held captive before he was destroyed by Potter, he turned me into a
  hermaphrodite." Feeling nauseated, angry and disgusted Snape was trying not
  to burst into tears at having to admit to such a humiliating punishment.
  Worse yet, there was no way to reverse the condition.

  Voldemort had sentenced him to spend the rest of his life as a she-male
  freak!

  "You did not read the report, Phillip," the Magistrate noted to the
  slightly befuddled councilman. The other man looked at the folder full of
  papers before him. His eyes widened, a slight smile played on his lips,
  which he tried to hide behind his hand. He wanted to convey shock. "Oh my
  word..."

  Snape's face was hot; he felt the blush deepen knowing that the mediwitch
  had taken pictures of his injuries.

  "I know this must be very difficult for you. But you must continue,
  Professor Snape," the Magistrate told him coldly, without the compassion
  that the words would have implied.

  "Dumbledore held me down, he, started thrusting, I told him that he was
  hurting me, I," he did not want to admit what happened next. "I begged him
  to stop. He laughed and he, bit me, bit my breast." His arms pulled tighter
  against his chest. "I do not know how long it took but I, felt him
  ejaculate inside me."

  "And what happened after this?" the oldest member prompted him to continue
  as Severus swallowed and tried to bring his emotions back under control.
  "He sat back and gave me a pat on the leg, he said, I was the best lay he
  had had in years. That after he had rested a little, he would, make use of
  the other hole."
                                                                              
  "And you took this to mean?"

  "He was intending to forcibly insert his member into my anterior excretory
  cavity."

  "Pardon?" Phillip asked looking confused again.

  "He was going to fuck me up the arse," Snape sneered at the feigned shock
  on the men's faces.

  "Please watch your language, Professor," warned the Magistrate. "And how
  did you escape?"

  "I told him that I would submit to his desires if he would not hurt me
  again. He thought me cowed, so he released the binding spell. He told me to
  get on my hands and knees so that he could take me that way. I acted as
  though I intended to comply, but when he got behind me, I kicked back,
  knocked him over. I ran to the fireplace, grabbed some floo powder and used
  it to get too my rooms. Then I warded the fireplace, put on some clothes
  and took the secret passage from my rooms to the Forest. From there I
  apparated to the Ministry."

  "And have since discovered that you are with child," said the Magistrate.

  "Yes." He could not look them in the eye.

  "And you are sure that Headmaster Dumbledore is the father of the child
  that you carry? By your own admission you had been forcefully taken by a
  number of Death Eaters just a few weeks prior," Phillip said insistently.

  'Now he reads the bloody report!' Snape thought bitterly. "They used
  contraception spells. Lucius Malfoy was intending to impregnate me on
  Halloween night, to use a ritual to create a powerful heir to replace his
  son Draco since the boy had rejected the Dark Lord. Malfoy made it clear
  that while the others could use me, he would have castrated anyone who
  forgot to use the spell and impregnated me before he had his chance.
  Besides, your own Mediwitch did the paternity test. It is in the report."

  "Yes, I see," noted Phillip reading the appropriate line. "Father - Albus
  Dumbledore."

  "It's a boy," the Headmaster smiled proudly up at his peers.

  The wizard to the left of the Magistrate, Reginald, looked down at Snape.
  "You do realize that Headmaster Dumbledore is almost One hundred and sixty
  years old?" The implication obvious, that the poor, feeble, saintly old man
  could not (read would not) have forced him.

  "You do realize that Professor Dumbledore personally killed sixteen Death
  Eaters when they attacked Hogwarts? Not to mention having knocked me up!"
  countered Snape.

  "Yes. Well," the magistrate said softly. "Ah, Headmaster." They all turned
  to the old man who sat and smiled at them as if he were taking tea. "Could
  you tell us what happened?" Dumbledore stood; Severus felt his heart sink
  as they looked on expectantly. They did not ask Dumbledore for his version
  of the alleged incident; they already assumed that whatever he said was the
  truth.

  By the end of the day he had no doubt they would be congratulating the
  Headmaster for his virility!

  "I would first like to apologize for putting everyone through this
  unpleasantness. I especially wish to beg Severus' forgiveness, for much of
  this my fault." Snape looked like he had been struck by a spell. He just
  gapped at the older wizard's words. He never expected Dumbledore to admit
  any guilt. "You see, some of what Severus said is true. I did make a pass
  at him. As anyone with eyes can see, Severus is a rather striking young
  man, and I have been attracted to him for some time. Though I did not call
  him to my office for that reason as he suggests, I did act without thinking
  and caused the boy some discomfort."

  "On that day, as I spoke of the feast he was looking very withdrawn, and
  quiet. I did go over to the couch and sit beside him. And I did touch him:
  simply a pat on the leg, meant in a completely platonic context. I was
  surprised when he leaned against me. I put my arms around him thinking he
  needed to be comforted. While I held him I did tell him of my attraction
  and that I wished to deepen our relationship, and then we were kissing."

  "That's a lie!" Snape gasped.

  "Professor, you have had your say, do not interrupt again unless you wish
  to be silenced and removed from the proceedings!" Severus ground his teeth,
  but said nothing more.

  "I am sorry Severus, but the truth must come out." Dumbledore turned back
  to his fellows on the bench, "To be honest, I was rather shocked at his
  behavior. Severus was quite wonton. He crawled into my lap, spread his legs
  wide and rubbed himself against me. I admit that I should have had better
  control, but I just could not stop thinking about the fact that he was
  offering me a go at a complete set of both male and female genitalia, even
  a pair of rather large hooters," he said with an impish grin. "Which, I
  might add, he had already bared for my inspection. It is a pity he is
  hiding them now, they are quite stunning I assure you."

  There was chuckling from behind covered mouths. Severus glared at them,
  hugging his chest tightly. "I fear my resistance to such exquisite
  temptation was nil. It was not long before we were on the floor shagging
  like bunnies."

  "NO!" Snape yelped, he obviously wanted to protest, but was stared down by
  the members of the council allowing Dumbledore to continue his testimony.
  "Sadly it was not until after I had reached completion that I realized what
  I had done. It is embarrassing for one of my advanced years to say that he
  acted like a randy schoolboy, not even thinking to use a simple
  contraceptive spell. But much worse, in my passion induced haze I did not
  think about what the boy had been through. He had been held by the Death
  Eaters for weeks, changed into a hermaphrodite and raped on a daily basis.
  I realized later that he had kissed me, not with passion as I thought, but
  what he perceived as self-preservation. His body and mind reacted to my
  unintended advance as aggression, as he had been conditioned to do in his
  captivity. If he submitted to his attackers acted as if eager for them,
  they would take their pleasure and leave him otherwise unhurt. If he
  resisted, they beat and used unforgivables on him. Severus' confused mind
  placed me in the role of attacker."

  "So you are saying that the intercourse was consensual?" the Magistrate
  asked, with obvious relief.

  "I believed it to be. But Severus, when he realized what he had done, that
  he had initiated sexual contact between us, he panicked. Since he could not
  face up to his actions, he convinced himself that I must have forced him.
  He became hysterical, ran for the floo without even picking up his clothes
  or wand. The rest is as he told you."

  "None of that is true!" Snape hissed. "He is lying! I never..."

  "Severus, please, I wished to spare you this, but if you continue to insist
  on repeating these falsehoods against me, then I will be forced to bring
  Remus Lupin to testify."

  Snape choked - his black eyes wide with abject terror.

  "What does Mr. Lupin have to do with this situation?" asked the Magistrate
  looking confused. "I was under the impression that he was not at Hogwarts
  this year."

  "Remus is in Romania at the moment. But he was present when Professor Snape
  was rescued from the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. It was Remus that opened the
  cell door and told Severus that he was free. In response to this news,
  Severus..."

  "Headmaster!" Severus gasped cutting him off. "I did not recognize him! You
  know that I was delirious at the time!" His eyes begged Dumbledore not to
  make him relive that humiliation.

  "Yes, Severus," the old man said gently, ignoring his silent plea. "You
  were quite delirious when you crawled over to him on your hands and knees
  and tried to perform oral sex on him."

  "Is this true, Professor Snape?" the Magistrate leapt in, anxious to
  believe whatever Dumbledore said.

  "I had been raped not ten minutes before; they said another Death Eater was
  on his way to use me, and that he demanded to be greeted in that manner
  unless I wanted to feel the cruciatus curse again," his usually deep voice
  almost broke. "I did not see Remus Lupin, only another Death Eater."

  "Then it is true," the smugness in the Magistrate's voice was sickening.
  They had him.

  "Yes, but, but," he protested weakly, knowing already that it was futile.

  "You were confused, distraught, frightened: just as you had been when you
  enticed me into having sex with you Severus," Dumbledore informed him, the
  older man's body language simply radiated sympathy.

  "NO! It is a damned lie!" Snape gasped backing away from his former friend.
  The two large Aurors came up and grabbed his arms. "Release me!"

  "Silencio!" The spell struck Snape as he tried to protest. No sound came
  from his mouth. He shook his head, and still attempted to speak, he seemed
  to be pleading with the men.

  "Professor Snape's female orifice did have some bruising, Albus. There were
  teeth marks on his, well, breasts also," noted the magistrate uncomfortably
  looking at the report. His conscience was a rather tired old thing, which
  had been ignored for the 'greater good' many times, but it was still there.

  "It had been some time since I had been with anyone, Alginon. Duties to the
  school and the war, you see. I guess I was a bit rough on the poor child."

  "Well, yes, once the blood starts running downhill, many a great wizard has
  lost his self control; quite understandable under the circumstances," the
  Magistrate said with a smile, he wanted, no he needed to accept Albus
  Dumbledore's version of that night. He glanced thoughtfully at Snape
  struggling between his captors; he looked on the verge of tears. "Severus
  is quite agitated, Albus. Perhaps it would be best to send the boy to St.
  Mungo's."

  Yes, that would be best, out of sight, out of mind.

  "No, Alginon," Dumbledore walked over to stand before his fellows. "Severus
  cannot really be blamed for what occurred. He has been through so much
  these last few months. The child does need help, and I intend to see to it
  that he gets it, at Hogwarts. This is at least partly my fault, so I feel
  that I must try to make it right. Severus will need someone to be
  responsible for his well being, and of course there is the child we have
  unintentionally produced to consider. If you gentlemen will be my
  witnesses, I will take Severus as my bond mate. The child he carries will
  be my legitimate heir, and Severus placed under my care and guardianship at
  Hogwarts. It has been his home for most of his life, to take him from it
  would be most distressing to him."

  "But is it safe for him to be around the children?" asked the Magistrate
  watching the younger man attempting to fight his captors.

  "Perfectly. He is only confused, not dangerous. It will be best for him to
  go back to something familiar." Albus Dumbledore looked every inch the
  gentle Headmaster as he walked over to his struggling potions master.

  "Severus. Look at me, child. These men may hurt you if you continue to
  resist. Look at me," the voice was gentle, but commanding. Snape ceased his
  struggles and faced the older wizard. "Child, listen to me very carefully.
  I hold no animosity over these false accusations, and you shall not be
  punished. Everyone here understands that your mental state is fragile,"
  Still silenced, Snape could only glare at him mutely. "But for me to help
  you, you must help yourself. Admit to yourself that you are deluded, or you
  will spend the rest of your life in St. Mungo's incurable ward. Do you want
  your child born in that place? I am an old man, Severus; I cannot raise our
  child alone. Will you have him taken from you and raised by strangers? Is
  that what you want, Severus?"

  Severus let the words wash over him. Then he looked up at the members of
  the Wizongamot, who awaited his answer. 'They do not want justice, only for
  this scandal to disappear,' he trembled violently at the sickening
  realization. 'If I continue to fight them, I will disappear. Dumbledore has
  given them a plausible explanation, enough to the truth for them to accept
  without question. Now they believe that I am unstable and he is just an
  innocent victim of my delusion! Gods, they will lock me away and take my
  baby...' It scared him how much that thought tore his heart in two. Even
  under the circumstances that the child had been conceived, he could not
  stand the thought of having his baby stolen.

  "Will you consent to the bonding, Severus?" Albus asked more forcefully.
  "Will you admit to yourself, and this assembly that I did not rape you?" He
  touched Severus gently on the throat, breaking the silencing spell. "This
  council needs your answer, Severus."

  He wanted to fight, but in the end the Slytherin in him won. The Slytherin
  knew what he had to do. The same as he had done for Voldemort, for the
  Death Eaters, submit, act compliant for now and live to fight another day.

  Severus nodded his head slightly.

  "We need you to speak aloud, young man," said the magistrate.

  "I," his heart clenched at the words. "I will consent to the bonding."

  "You will withdraw your charges?" the magistrate asked. "Admit that you
  were not of sound mind when you made them?"

  "I have no choice," Severus whispered bitterly, head bowed.

  Dumbledore lifted his chin. "Answer him, Severus."

  "Yes."

  "Yes what?" Dumbledore insisted.

  "Yes, I was deluded when I made the charge," he felt a tear run slowly down
  his cheek. "Albus Dumbledore would never force anyone to do anything
  against their will," Severus said in a monotone looking straight into those
  damned twinkling blue eyes.

  "Splendid!" Dumbledore smiled, casually brushing the tear away. "Let us go
  fill out the paperwork, Severus, you and I can be bonded and back at
  Hogwarts in time for tea."

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 2 *****
Subjugation - 2






  *The Headmaster's darkened, somewhat cluttered study, considerably later
  then tea time...*

  Albus Dumbledore and his new bond mate Severus Snape-Dumbledore tumbled out
  of the massive fireplace in a cloud of soot and dust. Severus stepped out
  and stood stiffly with his back to the older wizard brushing gray soot from
  his black robes.

  He felt confused, numb, but mostly just relieved that he was finally away
  from those dirty-minded fools of the Wizongamot.

  Once the Bonding paperwork had been filled out, the rings were exchanged:
  damnably gaudy, if expensive looking gold monstrosities complete with ruby-
  eyed Gryffindor Lions. The short ceremony was performed, and then the
  entire Wizongamot had been called to celebrate Dumbledore's marriage and
  impending fatherhood.

  It had been absolute Hell.

  Severus had found he was surrounded by over fifty men, all in their
  eighties or older, each with his mind firmly entrenched in the gutter! All
  they could do was pinch his arse and make sly coded references as to what
  Dumbledore would do with his new 'wife' as soon as the happy couple was
  alone.

  Yes, as if it were not bad enough already, by the end of the evening they
  had all used the term 'wife' when referring to him. Consensus amongst the
  entire somewhat inebriated bunch of perverts was, to quote Phillip Walters,
  "Look, Old boy, let's get down to brass tacks. Severus has a cunt, right?
  He is going to be the one to spread his legs, right? And he is the one who
  is up the duff, right? That obviously makes him the wife."

  BLOODY FUCKING MORON!

  Those dirty old men were positively obsessed with thoughts of the Grand
  High Wizard's mighty 'wand' and what he would do with it once he got
  Severus in his bed.

  Did they think he could not hear them? Or were they so certain that he was
  unhinged that he could not comprehend that they were treating him like some
  empty headed child? He supposed that he was like a child to them seeing as
  he was nearly fifty years younger then any of the lot. But their drunken
  lusty ogling and disgusting comments were intolerable!

  GODS! Those men were disgusting! Severus Snape never wanted to hear another
  clever euphemism for a penis, vagina or sex again in his life!

  And for the record, he had been right. By the end of the day, Dumbledore
  was being vigorously congratulated for his virility. After all, a man of
  almost one hundred sixty years had knocked-up someone considerably less
  then a third his age. That was cause for celebration in itself to the old
  men.

  "Like a sniper! Every shot a hit!" Oh, how he loathed Phillip Walters.
  Between making an ass of himself where Severus was concerned, including
  attempting to cop a feel off him any time he was near, and offering every
  one of his aged colleagues fool enough to speak with him something called
  'Viagra' the man was positively obnoxious!

  That sodding sniper remark would have driven the young wizard to cast an
  unforgivable. At least he would have if he knew where his wand was. He had
  not seen it since escaping Dumbledore's study weeks earlier.

  The prickling feeling of eyes on the back of his neck made him turn,
  suddenly being drawn back to the present, to the Headmaster's study. His
  mind reeled, and his black eyes widened as they found the old faded Persian
  rug on the floor before that hideous floral print couch.

  Black eyes found the place where he had been raped.

  "A-hem," the Headmaster cleared his throat causing Severus to finally look
  in the old man's direction. Dumbledore's bright blue eyes twinkled as they
  appraised him. Snape swallowed, suddenly coming to the realization that he
  was alone with the man he had once thought of as a trusted friend, a
  father.

  "Would you like a lemon drop, my child?" Dumbledore asked gently, he was
  holding up the little silver candy dish from his desk, looking at him
  affectionately.

  Severus was alone with the man who had raped and impregnated him.

  "How about some nice hot tea?" the Headmaster asked with a gentle smile.

  He was alone with Albus Dumbledore.

  Panic welled in his heart.

  Stiffly he turned and bolted to the door, not caring where he ended up, he
  just need to get out of the room where he had been violated, away from the
  presence of Albus Dumbledore.

  "Where do you think you are going, Severus?" the voice was as it always had
  been, calm, soothing as the old man set down the candy dish on his
  cluttered desk with an over loud clatter.

  "To my rooms." Severus refused to look at the Headmaster. With an effort he
  managed to keep his voice even. His hands were shaking as he attempted to
  turn the doorknob.

  To his horror, the large brass knob refused to budge. "I am going to my
  rooms, Headmaster," he said quickly, though he still twisted the knob as if
  the door would actually open for him. "I have been stuck in a small cell
  for four weeks. Now having been thoroughly humiliated and spoken to as if I
  were a backwards toddler for the past several hours. I am tired and wish to
  go to bed." He had to work hard not to hyperventilate.

  "But these are your rooms, Severus. Have you forgotten? You are my bond
  mate now," the Headmaster noted brightly.

  "Not by choice," his hair whipped around his face as he whirled to face the
  Headmaster.

  "You had a choice, Severus, you chose the bonding," the blue eyes had
  ceased to twinkle.

  "Choice! You call this a choice? Either be bonded with you or face life as
  an inmate of St. Mungo's? This was the lesser of two evils," Snape hissed
  as he glared at the older wizard.

  "I do not think that I like being called a 'lesser' evil, Severus," the old
  man's eye had completely lost their sparkle. Severus realized suddenly that
  he was in big trouble. He swallowed nervously arms crossed over his chest.
  He pulled in on himself waiting for the anger to erupt.

  Though surprisingly the old man kept his voice calm; it was only the deep
  blue eyes that were turning slightly cold.

  "We are married now. And I will prefer to have my spouse share my bed. In
  fact, for the bonding to be legal we will need to consummate the union."

  "I have already been thoroughly consummated today!" Severus growled
  bitterly before he had the chance to think.

  Fortunately this time Headmaster chuckled, his eyes seemed less cold. "I do
  love your sense of humor, Severus. Among other things," the old man snapped
  his fingers. "Speaking of which, it was your 'posterior' excretory cavity."

  Snape just looked at him blankly.

  "When you were being a smart-ass to the council, my boy - you said I was
  going to forcefully insert my member into your anterior excretory cavity.
  You forget, I had already forcible inserted my member into the anterior
  cavity. That's your pussy, by the way," he noted with a wink. "It was your
  rather cute 'posterior' that I was intending to fuck at that point. Though,
  under the circumstances, I suppose that you can be forgiven for not knowing
  whether I was coming, or, well, coming."

  "I, ah..." Severus just blinked uncomprehending, and then he realized what
  the old man had said. He frowned as their eyes met. But he had to suppress
  a shiver, as he realized that he was under intense scrutiny from the older
  wizard. "Why do you keep staring at me?"

  "I'm just looking at my lovely bond mate. You are quite lovely you know,
  Severus. Yes, Severus Snape-Dumbledore. I like the sound of that. Fairly
  rolls off the tongue. Though eventually, you will drop the name Snape
  altogether. Once the students are used to the change," Severus gapped at
  the other man, too shocked to retort. "Funny, with everything that had
  happened in my life, I have never been married before. That's sad when you
  think about it, over one hundred fifty years on this world and never had
  the time to marry," the older Wizard suddenly realized that his bond mate
  was desperately attempting to open the door again. "Severus, what is the
  meaning of this?" he sounded hurt.

  "I will not stay here!" the younger man yelled louder then necessary.

  "Yes, you will, Severus," the voice was frighteningly calm. "You will come
  with me to the bedroom and our marriage will be consummated now," the
  Headmaster's eyes and voice grew diamond hard. This was not the kindly old
  man that puttered around Hogwarts offering sweets to the children. This was
  the Wizard that Voldemort had feared. "I have always found you attractive,
  Severus, and would like to spend a lot of time in bed with you, getting to
  know both of those tight little cavities intimately. However, if you become
  too much of a liability, I can and will have you shipped off to St. Mungo's
  where you will spend your days drooling in the room adjacent to the
  Longbottom's," Snape gasped in utter disbelief! Was this really Albus
  Dumbledore speaking to him this way? Where had the real Headmaster gone?

  His heart went tight as he realized that this might be the real Dumbledore
  and the kindly old Headmaster the mask.

  "You look shocked, my boy. Do you think that I would not do it? Obviously
  you did not read the fine print of our bonding agreement, Severus. Due to
  your publicly admitted fragile state of mind, I have been made not only
  your husband but your legal guardian as well. All of your money and
  property are now in my name," black eyes went wide. "You do not even own
  the clothes on your back. As far as the Ministry is concerned, you are
  nothing more then an adjunct to me, a place for me to deposit my seed. You
  are now legally less then a house elf. If I say you are dangerous to the
  students, you will be in a straight jacket before you can say Gilderoy
  Lockhart."

  "I see," the Potions Master stood straighter pulling the robes that he did
  not own more tightly about him. "So, is this to be the basis of our so-
  called marriage? You threaten me with life in a mental ward any time that I
  do not put out for you?"

  "I would prefer not to have to resort to such threats, but I will not be
  denied. Now get that lovely little arse of yours into the bedroom."

  "Damn it, Albus, how can you expect me to do this? To let you or anyone
  else touch me! First the fucking Death Eaters took turns with me for days
  at a time; hardly a month ago you raped me! I..."

  Severus Snape was sprawled on the floor before he knew what had happened.
  He stared wide-eyed at Dumbledore as the pain flared and blood flowed from
  his split lip. The old wizard had struck with the speed of a striking
  snake. Snape had not even seen the blow coming.

  "You will never, ever utter that lie again, Severus!" the Headmaster took a
  step towards him. He seemed to grow as a red glow of raw power surrounded
  him and his darkening robes swirled in a sudden cold wind that sent papers
  flying about the room.

  Snape scuttled away in fear. He whimpered as his back struck the wall,
  curled himself into a protective ball around his stomach, his child.

  It was as though Voldemort had returned!

 He waited for more blows, or a curse, but nothing happened.                  

  At least until he felt a warm, gentle hand touch his head. It began to
  lovingly stroke his hair. After a few strokes, that hand wrapped tightly
  around his long black locks and slowly pulled his head back until he looked
  the older man in the eye. "Do not force me to hurt you, Severus."

  Face with madness, the pale man did the only thing he could.

  His left hand came up slowly, tentatively and began to stroke Dumbledore's
  chest. Nervously, he carded his fingers through the long soft beard. When
  this gesture of submission was not rebuffed he rubbed his cheek against the
  older wizard's hand like a cat. These actions obviously pleased the
  Headmaster who took his hand and gently kissed it.

  Severus Snape had learned at the feet of a madman, prostrate before
  Voldemort how to deal with a dangerous, powerful lunatic. It mostly
  consisted of a single strategy. You give him whatever he wants.

  And if what he wants happens to be your body, you give it to him, and tried
  not to cringe too much.

  However, he was totally confused by the older wizard's behavior. Why was
  Dumbledore acting this way? He had always been manipulative; at times a
  total bastard with a ruthless streak a mile wide, but the old man had never
  been violent.

  But he was now violent and unpredictable.

  Dumbledore again gripped his hair with one hand and stoked his cheek with
  the other. The hand on his cheek was gentle, his voice soft, but his eyes
  were still very cold, frightening. "You know that I will not force you to
  my bed, Severus. I would not do that. But you are so needy. You want to be
  touched, you need to be taken."

  "Yes, Albus, please take me," he almost choked on the words as Dumbledore's
  finger traced his lips. Severus opened his mouth, allowing the slightly
  bloody finger to enter. He closed his eyes and sucked on it, delicately
  swirling his tongue.

  "Eager, my little one?" Severus nodded enthusiastically fighting to keep
  from vomiting on the coppery taste of his own blood.

  "Come then, my darling," the Headmaster helped him to stand, and guided him
  to the bedroom door. The older wizard bowed him in. They entered the
  darkened cluttered room.

  Everything involving the Headmaster seemed cluttered Severus noted
  absently.

  Severus felt like he was going to his own execution as he was lead over to
  the Headmaster's massive bed. It was soft, fluffy looking, piled high with
  numerous warm plush quilts. Most of these were in the Gryffindor house
  colors of red and gold. One even had the Gryffindor lion on it.

  Dumbledore took hold of the collar of the younger man's robes and deftly
  opened the clasp as he began to undress Severus. His breath became heavy as
  he carefully worked on the frock coat, taking his time with the many tiny
  buttons. Severus meekly allowed the older man to caress and stroke him as
  he bared his skin. The younger wizard could no longer conceal the shudders
  that raced up his spin as the older ran a hand down his side, touched and
  licking the pale flesh as he exposed it to his sight.

  The Headmaster paid special attention to the swellings of the 'stunning'
  breasts that Severus had kept bound down. It took a few moments to unwrap
  the gauze and free them.

  Like his other female sexual characteristics Severus had tried his best to
  hide them and forget that they existed.

  To be honest, it was not easy. They were big, full, C cup, sort of teardrop
  shaped, with delicate pale rosebud nipples. "Lovely," the old man suckled
  the right one. Severus tried not to flinch at the much too intimate touch,
  though he supposed that he should be grateful that Dumbledore did not bite
  them until they bled this time.

  Much too soon he was completely naked, and shivering before the Headmaster.

  "Get up on the bed my sweet," submissively Severus crawled onto the soft
  bed until he reached the center, where he stopped, pale skin almost white
  with fear, he lay his head down on his arms and pushed his narrow hips high
  in the air waiting. "Gods, that is an exquisite view, but not what I want
  tonight. Lay on your back. I want to see your face when I take you."

  Albus Dumbledore chuckled at the spectacle of Severus Snape's pale form
  laid out on his bed, knees up, legs spread, face turned away and his eyes
  screwed shut. The long elegant fingers of each hand were clenched around a
  white knuckled fist full of quilt. He was trembling like a virgin bride.

  The Headmaster crawled up onto the bed smiling beneath his beard. If only
  the students could see him now. This was certainly not the intimidating
  Potion Master they knew and feared!

  He kissed his frightened new plaything on the lips, pushing his tongue in,
  plundering his sweet mouth. He licked and nibbled the split bottom lip,
  tasting blood. Then he moved sensually down the slender form, kissing his
  neck, a lick over the collarbone, down his chest. Hungrily he licked a
  nipple.

  Merlin he loved a nice pair of tits!

  He caressed the mounds, pinched the pert nipples, getting only a slight
  reaction. Then his hand ghosted down lower over the flat stomach to caress
  his bonded's lovely cock. But it showed no sign of arousal.

  Lost somewhere in his own mind, Severus knew that he should make some
  attempt at a response. That he really should try to pretend that he wanted
  this. But he could not move. He felt paralyzed. With what little of his
  mind he could harness he prayed to any deity who might be listening that
  Dumbledore would just take what he wanted and not beat him.

  That he would not harm his child.

  Seething, the old man let out a low growl. He would not allow such
  insolence to continue. Severus would react to his touch!

  His own cock was hard; it ached to return to that sweet, moist, warmth he
  had only been able to taste once.

  A smile spread over his face.

  Taste? Hmmm....

  Tossing his beard over his shoulder, he knelt between Severus' thighs. He
  ran his tongue over the younger man's balls. He mouthed them, and then
  traced the shaft with his tongue. Still there was no reaction from Severus.
  His lovely slender body remained almost completely unresponsive. This
  angered the Headmaster beyond words.

  'You will not deny me, Severus,' he squeezed the limp organ, though this
  only garnered a grunt but no arousal. That was not what Albus Dumbledore
  wanted. He wanted the boy to whimper and moan, to wrap his long legs around
  his waist pulling him deeper, begging.

  "You are mine!" he hissed aloud as his eyes found the hairless slit just
  below the balls. 'The Greek Alphabet, I believe,' he smirked to himself and
  after he had exposed the tender little nub hidden within proceeded to use
  his tongue to trace the letters over it.

  Caught by surprise at the intense sensation, Severus yelped and tried to
  escape. His body screamed: every nerve on fire. Dumbledore caught his hips
  and forced him to remain still. By the time he reached Omega, his prize was
  gasping for breath, and writhing as his body was forced to react.

  He did not know he could feel anything so overwhelming! When the Death
  Eaters had taken their pleasure it had been little more then, cock in,
  pain, cock out, pain eased. None of them had cared if he felt anything.

  Now that talented tongue stroked and teased him mercilessly, it brought him
  to the very edge; he started to shudder with his climax, when he was
  forcibly pulled back. This time Dumbledore caused trembling gasps and a
  confused whimper.

  Very pleased with himself, the old man slid in two fingers, causing a moan,
  and arched back, then when they were slick, withdrew them. These he then
  inserted into the other hole.

  Added equipment aside, Dumbledore was well aware that Severus was gay, and
  that he had been trained to be a bitch. The Headmaster had watched from the
  shadows, as most of the Slytherin upper classmen had used him while he was
  a student.

  His mind almost drunk on images of a sweating, panting, whimpering Severus
  bucking against one of his housemates, begging to be fucked harder, as
  Dumbledore had stood in the shadows and stroked himself through his robes.

  Of course the old man was also well aware that after these swift, often
  violent sessions, when left alone and forgotten in the dungeons, or one of
  the towers, Severus would lay curled up in a heap and sob.

  Dumbledore pushed in hard to stroke his prize's prostate, at the same time
  he used his other hand to tickle the swollen clitoris, while he swallowed
  the now erect and weeping cock to the root.

  Albus Dumbledore was a master of multitasking.

  In seconds three things happened at once. Severus screamed, hot seed poured
  into Albus Dumbledore's eager mouth, and the distinct sound of tearing
  cloth rent the air. As the old wizard surveyed his handy work he could not
  keep from chuckling. Severus lay with the torn bits of the quilt still
  clutched in his hands, pale skin flushed and damp with sweat. He was
  panting as his black eyes stared up at Dumbledore with surprise, and fear.

  The Headmaster licked his lips, savoring the taste. "Did you like that, my
  sweet? Need more?" he shrugged off his robes revealing the rock hard shaft
  Severus still had nightmares about.

  He also revealed a surprisingly youthful body.

  The ancient wizard had broad shoulders, washboard firm stomach, narrow
  waist, and he was hung like a centaur! Snape gulped in amazement.
  Dumbledore had kept his robes on the first time. He had really seen only
  that purple head of the cock before it had disappeared into his body in a
  sea of pain.

  And, as could be expected with their past relationship, Severus had never
  had occasion, or inclination to see the man naked. He could not believe
  that anyone over sixty could look like this, let alone someone who was
  nearly one hundred and sixty years old!

  No wonder the Headmaster had been able to manhandle him so easily!

  Poor Severus was so terrified that he could only gap at Dumbledore, eyes
  wide with confusion, mouth open like a fish out of water.

  How could this be? Past the wrinkles on his hands and face the older wizard
  had well defined muscles that fairly rippled as he moved, like an athlete.

  Could it be natural? He very much doubted it unless Albus was not
  completely human.

  Was this done with the aid of a potion or some powerful magic? This was
  much more likely.

  Though very quickly Severus realized with an almost fatalistic calm that it
  did not matter how the old man had come to be that way. Because whether it
  was accomplished with magic or by natural forces, Albus Dumbledore's
  Herculean body, was about to fuck him into the mattress!

  "It is time to consummate our marriage," Dumbledore smiled. Severus
  whimpered and tried unsuccessfully to disappear into the thick colorful
  quilts. "Yes, little one, be afraid," Dumbledore did not even try to
  suppress a very smug smirk as his hand moved to guide his cock into the
  tight opening. "I have not yet begun to debauch!"

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 3 *****
Subugation - 3






  Albus Dumbledore watched his bond mate sleeping fitfully in the bed beside
  him. The old man was feeling very tender towards the dear sweet child.
  After all, he had been quite rough with Severus last night, nailing him six
  times all together.

  Yes, the boy had a right to be tired.

  Severus' long black hair fell over his pale face. He looked so much younger
  in sleep, oddly innocent. His sharp features softened, moist lips parted,
  though he noted the bottom lip was slightly swollen and had a bit of blood
  on it. 'Have to fix that before we go out in public.'

  The boy looked so delicate, so vulnerable. 'All mine.' The older man smiled
  looking at the still incongruous sight of a pair of breasts on the younger
  man peeking tantalizingly out of the quilt. He brushed an erect nipple with
  a finger. Snape, who still slept reacted instinctively. He flinched away
  from his touch. With a growl, the Headmaster cupped the breast in his hand,
  and squeezed it hard.

  Black eyes snapped open. Severus gasped and pulled away, his face a mask of
  fear. But as the sleep blurred eyes focused, everything that had happened
  last night came crashing down. He started to say something, but before
  either man could react, Snape's face visibly paled, he violently tossed
  away the jumbled quilts, and tumbled backwards out of the bed, hand over
  his mouth. He had to scramble clumsily almost on his knees to make it to
  the bathroom.

  Actually, having never been in the Headmaster's bedroom before, he was just
  grateful that the door he chose to stumble through actually was the
  bathroom and not a closet. He was sure that he would really catch hell if
  he had puked over the Headmaster's dress robes.

  After what seemed like an eternity spent in near convulsions in the worship
  of the great white porcelain god, Severus fancied that he saw his
  gallbladder. Had he been wearing shoes, they would probably have been next.


  After a week of waking up with extreme morning sickness, it had already
  gotten old.

  However, vomiting up everything including dinner from last Christmas
  suddenly seemed only a minor annoyance as a shadow fell over him. He braced
  himself against the cold porcelain, not sure what the old man would do. How
  he would react? Would he face the kindly eccentric Headmaster, or the
  violent rapist?

  "Shhh. It is alright, Severus. You are safe. Safe with your bonded
  husband," Albus stroked his back gently, softly muttered soothing
  platitudes.

  It seemed that for the moment at least, the kindly eccentric Headmaster had
  returned.

  "You are safe, my Love. I am here," the old man continued to stroke him
  gently, which made Severus extremely uncomfortable.

  "I am OK now, Albus," he stumbled up to his feet, while trying not to seem
  to push Dumbledore away. For his part, he was very grateful that the
  Headmaster had put on a bathrobe, even if it was a horrid blue based plaid
  that made him nauseous.

  He quickly washed his mouth out in the sink, wanting to get rid of the
  taste of bile. Then he splashed the cold water in his face. He needed to be
  awake and aware. This was a very dangerous situation. One wrong word and he
  was dead, perhaps literally.He leaned over the sink heavily to support
  himself. "Um, may I please use the floo to go down to my, uh, old rooms,
  get some fresh clothes?" he said meekly feeling very vulnerable naked and
  bent over like that, though he was just too weak to do anything else. He
  wanted more then anything to run, to escape from this place, this man. But
  instead, he kept very still, his only hope not to anger the older wizard
  who insisted on touching him. He flinched slightly as a hand slid lightly
  up his thigh.

  "You are not quite up to going that far yet, my darling. Besides, there is
  no need, the house elves have already brought everything up here. I have
  added a room to my suite for your books and things. I have also taken the
  liberty of getting rid of most of your wardrobe."

  "You got rid of my clothes? But why?" Severus gulped feeling oddly bereft
  at the thought of losing his beloved wardrobe. He had worked for years to
  find those robes. To get ones that would swirl and flow just right. He was
  proud of his clothes.

  "Now, do not get me wrong Severus, you looked good in those old-fashioned
  suits you are so fond of, but they just have too many buttons," he took the
  younger man by the arms and helped him to stand. "Just a moment," Albus
  touched Severus gently on his split lip and whispered an incantation. The
  small cut healed itself instantly. "There, much better. Now my darling, why
  not take a shower and get yourself cleaned up, you will feel much better."

  "Yes, Headmaster," he whispered; his eyes lowered.

  "Please child, call me Albus, I am your husband," he stroked Severus' cheek
  his attitude all gentleness and love. "Take a nice long hot shower, wash
  your hair; I have some vanilla shampoo that smells wonderful. When you are
  nice and squeaky clean I will have some fresh clothes all laid out for
  you," he had the old twinkle in his eyes.

  "Yes Albus," Severus said softly too confused and weak to argue. Besides,
  the old man was acting like his old kindly self; he decided it would not be
  prudent to push his luck.

  To his relief Dumbledore actually left him alone. Severus sat on the closed
  toilet lid for some time, trying to stop trembling. Last night he had
  thought that Dumbledore was like Voldemort, but he had been wrong. He was
  much worse then Voldemort! At least Severus could usually predict the old
  snake's reactions. Dumbledore seemed to be completely unstable. Going from
  the gentle Headmaster Severus thought he knew to a raving violent sex
  starved lunatic with no warning!

  What the hell was happening? Was Dumbledore possessed?

  He finally stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. Eyeing the sappy
  looking yellow rubber duck in the corner dubiously he allowed the hot water
  to caress his tense body. 'There must be a way to escape!' he told himself
  closing his eyes and allowing the hot water to run over his face. 'But how?
  Everyone loves, and respects Dumbledore. He is a hero, practically a saint.
  What am I? Nothing!' That fact had always been made very clear to him. 'I
  have never been anything but a turncoat that came in handy. Now the
  Wizongamot think that I am insane. He did his job well. No one will ever
  believe me if I tell them what he is really doing to me.'

  He leaned heavily against the white tile wall to steady himself. 'I want to
  run, but where could I hide? Dumbledore still has my wand. Wand, hell, as
  my legal guardian he has taken control of my bank accounts. I have no
  money, no place to go, no one to turn too? I have no friends, and most of
  my old acquaintances are either dead or in Azkaban. Those that are not
  would kill me in a heart-beat as a traitor.'

  He jumped, almost slipped as the door opened with a rush of cold air. "Are
  you done, Severus?" the Headmaster called softly.

  "Almost," he pushed down the panic attack that threatened to overwhelm him.
  'Think of the baby, Severus,' his hand touched his flat stomach. 'You are a
  Slytherin. Use your cunning. Submit for now. Adapt, and plan, you will
  escape.'

  Several minutes later he exited the bathroom. His hair was still damp, and
  hung in his face and well past his shoulders. He had not been able to cut
  it for almost two months.

  Severus felt extremely vulnerable. He was once again in the presence of the
  Headmaster. It frightened him that his only thing between them was a
  ridiculously fluffy red towel held tightly around his waist.

  "Ah, ah, my boy," Dumbledore smiled, already fully dressed in flowing
  burgundy robes, he pointed to the towel, his eyes still twinkling. "Never
  hide your body from me, Severus." The tone was almost playful.

  Almost.

  Head bowed, he slowly allowed the towel to drop, exposing his body
  completely. The old man walked over to him, running a hand along his flank
  possessively. "You are lovely, child. It is a pity that I will have so
  little time to really enjoy your body before our little one becomes too
  much of an obstacle," he patted his bond mate's still flat stomach
  affectionately, then turned around and lifted something from the bed. "Arms
  up."

  Severus lifted his arms. Dumbledore pulled a thick dark blue under robe
  over his head. It was dark midnight blue, almost black, and long enough to
  sweep the floor. "Now hold them out to your sides," Severus complied,
  feeling like a dress up doll.

  Next came an outer robe of black, with overlarge billowing sleeves, and a
  train in the back making it trail behind him almost two meters. The
  shoulders were stiff, padded in a style he always hated. The headmaster
  then tied a dark blue sash around his waist. Snape blushed realizing that
  the breasts Voldemort had forced on him were peaked, and holding out the
  top of the robes, he probably looked like a woman in a fancy ball gown!

  'Gods,' he thought bitterly looking down at his cleavage. 'They will get
  bigger closer to the birth!'

  "Here you go," the old man disturbed his depressed musing by handing him a
  pair of very soft looking dark blue slippers. Severus had to sit on the
  edge of the bed in order to be able to reach his feet to put them on. The
  robes were voluminous, but oddly confining.

  With the soft slippers on his feet he stood. "Turn around. Let me look at
  you," it was said softly, not as an order, but Severus did so without
  hesitation. The sleeves did billow nicely as he turned. He would still be
  able to manage a credible swoop and stalk at least even if these clothes
  made him look a bit feminine.

  More then just a bit actually.

  "Can I... loosen the top a little? These," he blushed indicating the
  breasts, "are... embarrassing."

  "I like them."

  "But, the students..."

  "I like to be able to see them, Severus," Dumbledore cut him off, but after
  a moment thought better of it. "But you are right. Must not traumatize the
  children," the wrinkled hands loosened the top, making the material bunch
  out, with the effect of making the breasts slightly less obvious - except
  for the fact that if he was cold - the nipples stood out, they were
  extremely visible, especially from the sides.

  "Thank you, Albus." 'You know the drill, Severus,' he thought to himself,
  'Be very grateful for anything he gives you.' "Um, Albus, uh, I am," He
  blushed, saying this was probably a mistake, but he had to try, after all,
  Dumbledore seemed in a good mood. "I, am used to wearing trousers, Albus. I
  feel a little, odd, with nothing underneath," he probably sounded whiney
  but at this point he really did not care.

  The old wizard chuckled, then crooked his finger, the heavy robes rose
  slowly until Severus felt his privates exposed. Dumbledore was on him,
  pulling him close, hands cupping his buttocks. "I want to be able to get to
  you easily," he moved back and with a snap of his fingers allowed the robes
  to fall back into place. "Besides, in a very few weeks your lovely belly
  will start to swell. Those suits of yours would be much too tight and
  uncomfortable."

  "Yes Albus," he said submissively.

  "Better," he looked at the younger man with an oddly gentle smile.

  For a moment the two men just stood, until finally Severus took a deep
  breath. "Why did you do this to me, Albus?" he did not care if he was
  slapped down the next second. He had to try to understand.

  "Do what, my love?" his smile was all affection.

  "Fuck me, knock me up, and marry me?"

  The blue eyes watched him thoughtfully, and then Albus nodded. "I will tell
  you why, Severus. I suppose that you do deserve that much," the old man sat
  on the bed, Severus remained standing since there was no other place in the
  room to sit and he would not get that close to Dumbledore unless ordered
  him to do so.

  "I have done this to you because it is my due," that earned the older
  wizard a blank stare. "Consider, Severus, that for over one hundred years I
  have been forced to push aside my own needs and desires for the good of our
  world. Most of those years were spent alone, celibate with only my right
  hand for company. I have fought and bled for the side of Light. I have
 earned this through years of denial and sacrifice, years of celibacy and     
  deprivation. Yes, my sexy little snake, I earned you."

  "You are saying that you consider me your reward for services rendered to
  the Wizarding World? Most people would be satisfied with a gold watch."

  "Not after one hundred years," Dumbledore reached out and groped him. "I
  think one sexy young man to share my bed is a small price to pay for my
  years of selfless devotion."

  "What about my needs, my desires, my life?" Severus growled as he jerked
  himself out of Dumbledore's reach. Part of him screamed at himself to shut
  the fuck up and not provoke the man, but perhaps it was the unfamiliar
  hormones that coursed through his body, perhaps it was just anger and
  confusion demanding a voice, but Severus held his head high, he would not
  back down.

  "Your needs, your desires, your life?" the old man chuckled as if Severus
  had just told an amusing joke. "My pet, all of those things were forfeit
  the moment you bared your arm and sweet little arse to Voldemort," the
  Headmaster informed him with an odd smile. "Oh yes, I took quite a number
  of pensives from you over the years while you were sleeping. I know all
  about your initiation into the Death Eaters. I saw what the two of you did
  behind closed doors."

  Severus gapped at him. "You stole my memories?" Gods, that was as much a
  rape as what had been done to him the day this all started!

  "Stole is an ugly word, my child. I needed to be sure that you were really
  turning from Voldemort. What you did was too important to leave your true
  allegiance to chance."

  "If you saw what he did then you know why I came to you in the first
  place," the pale man said glaring at Dumbledore. "He was psychotic! He
  wanted me to kill, to create poisons to help exterminate every muggle on
  the planet."

  "And what he made you do on your back was not an issue?"

  "Why should it have been? He was hardly the first," his voice remained
  calm, but the black haired wizard was shaking.

  "True. I remember watching you take it in both ends at once," the old man
  chuckled. "I cannot wait until after the baby is born, and I do not have to
  be so gentle with you. Then we can really play."

  "Play? You call what was done to me playing?" Suddenly he looked at the old
  man with cold fury. "Both ends? The Dark Lord never forced me to do that
  with the Death Eaters until he made me a hermaphrodite."

  "My foray into your memories went back a bit further. I saw a lot of
  things. Even watched you lose your virginity. Of course, I knew about that
  beforehand, but it was interesting to actually be able to be there."

  "You knew? But you refused to listen, said that it was a lie?"

  "Of course I did. But there is little that goes on in this school that I do
  not know about."

  Severus felt light-headed, dizzy. "You knew that I told the truth about
  Black, Potter and Pettigrew and you did nothing!"

  "Come now, Severus, be practical. Black and Potter were from two of the
  oldest, most influential families in our world. Your family was poor,
  unimportant. You could hardly expect me to expel a pair of popular
  Gryffindors because of a little high spirits," said the Headmaster with a
  shrug.

  "High spirits? They put me in a full body bind, dragged me into the
  prefects' bathroom and, and..."

  "Shh, Severus please, it is not good for you to become overly emotional in
  your condition," Dumbledore said soothingly.

  "You knew! I was thirteen years old and you let them do that to me!" He
  stumbled back and slumped against the wall. "You are the Headmaster; you
  are supposed to protect the students in your charge! All of them!"

  "Well, yes, I suppose that is technically true, but this was a special
  case."

  "A special case? They gang raped me and you protected them!"

  "Severus, you are a Slytherin, you understand expediency. Sometimes we must
  make sacrifices for the greater good." The old man seemed to think he was
  being perfectly reasonable.

  "But why must I always be the sacrifice!" Severus slowly slid down the wall
  to sit on the floor with his legs drawn up to his chest. "You knew all of
  it. Every disgusting thing they did to me whenever your Golden Gryffindors
  caught me alone. Did you know about the rest too? You knew that the other
  Slytherins were abusing me." It was not a question.

  The old man shrugged. "And what was I supposed to do? You submitted to the
  Slytherins of your own free will."

  "And what else was I supposed to do? I could not tell anyone, they would
  have killed me. Besides, you and the other Professors had already made it
  clear that I was worthless." Tears were running down his pale cheeks. He
  looked at the other man with haunted eyes. "So tell me truthfully, Albus,
  did you just try not to think about what was being done to me in order to
  save your tender Pureblood sensibilities, or did you watch them fuck me and
  jerk off?"

  "Now, Severus, it was not all that bad. Water under the bridge." The old
  man stood and walked over to him. "Besides, I certainly could not expel
  Malfoy or any of the others from prominent families."

  "With all this Pureblood appreciation you have, why were you even fighting
  against the Dark Lord?" he asked bitterly. "You sound just like one of his
  sycophants."

  "Severus, we both know that Voldemort was insane, a danger to everyone
  around him. However, I do understand the importance of the Pureblood
  hierarchy to our world. Without them, who would teach the muggle born
  wizards about magic? The problem is that our population has always been so
  small. For anyone to advocate Voldemort's insane logic of killing all
  muggles and breeding with only other Purebloods would mean genetic suicide
  in a few generations. Besides, some of the most powerful wizards and
  witches around are muggle born. Look at Miss Granger, Harry's friend. She
  is more powerful and more intelligent then any Pureblood in the school."

  "You save muggle born children, fight for their rights, but you would make
  me your unwilling sex slave? Do you not see anything wrong with that?"

  "Severus, my boy, just because some my sexual tastes might be considered a
  bit beyond the norm, does not mean that I cannot stand up against something
  that is evil and dangerous."

  The younger man began to laugh bitterly. "This is perfect! You are a hero,
  and a deviant!" his laughter quickly turned to broken sobs.

  Dumbledore he reached down and lifted Severus gently off the floor. He held
  him close, stroking his hair till he stopped struggling and his shaking
  eased. "Severus, look at me, my Little One. Things happened to you when you
  were a child. Very bad things, that neither of us can change. What matters
  is what will happen now." The blue eyes were twinkling. "It does not have
  to be so bad, belonging to me. You believe you will lose your freedom? But
  you cannot lose something that you never possessed. Child, when have you
  ever known freedom? You have always been a slave. Passed from an
  emotionally abusive controlling father, to Malfoy and his cronies, to
  Voldemort, and yes, to me. Severus, you have no experience in living out in
  the world or making decisions for yourself. You have lived in the dungeons
  of this castle for two thirds of your life. You would not have a clue as to
  what to do away from this place."

  "It is not right," Severus choked.

  "Nor is it fair. But that is life," Albus Dumbledore tilted the younger
  man's chin up.

  "You are mine, Severus, nothing can change that. But you can be happy." The
  old man stroked his cheek gently. "I spoke to the mediwitch who looked
  after you for the Wizongamot. She said that all you would do from the
  moment you found out you were pregnant was ask her questions about what you
  needed to do for the baby to be healthy, how to care for him once he is
  born. You want this child very much."

  "Yes."

  "You would not be allowed to raise him alone, you know that," the voice
  remained calm, reasonable. The black eyes lowered. "You know that I am
  right." The old man felt a reluctant nod. "Here at Hogwarts with me our son
  will be safe and loved, Severus, as will you."

  "Loved?" Severus tried to pull away. "You do not love me! I am less then
  nothing, remember? Just a place to deposit your sperm. Why not just rape me
  again? You are stronger then I am, and I am your property. No one will care
  how badly you hurt me."

  "I am so very sorry, Severus. I said some very hurtful things last night.
  It is hard to be reasonable when you are as painfully aroused as I was. And
  yes, your defiance made me angry."

  "My defiance made you hurt me," his voice was flat.

  "Yes Severus. If you would only have obeyed..." Dumbledore pulled him
  closer. "I do love you, Severus. I want us to be a family, you and I, our
  child. Yes, our child, and the other children we will have together."

  "How can you say that, all you want is to use me!" he was crying again.

  "You believe that sex is all I want? Sex is part of it Severus, that cannot
  be denied. But is it so strange to you that someone would want you for more
  then sex? That someone would care about how you feel? That anyone could
  desire you as more then just a hole to put his cock in? Child, do you
  remember when I asked you why you joined Voldemort? What you told me?"

  The voice was small. "No one else wanted me."

  "I do. I want you, all of you, your body, your heart. Perhaps my way of
  showing it was wrong. I should not have forced you, but I could not
  restrain myself! The sight of you makes me burn with desire. I remember
  watching you last night, the look in your eyes. You could not believe that
  your body could feel the way I made you feel. You have had sex with many
  men, yet not one has ever truly pleasured you, have they, Severus?"

  Eyes closed, Severus shook his head no.

  "I want to see that look in your eyes again. I want to make you cry out
  with pleasure, Severus. I want you to crave my touch." The Headmaster
  lifted his chin again. "Look at me, my Little One," the dark eyes opened,
  frightened, shy, hopeful? "Let me take care of you Severus. Let me touch
  you; love you as you have never been loved, as you deserve to be loved."

  Before he could answer Dumbledore claimed his lips. At first Severus did
  not quite return the kiss, but did not pull away. Very slowly, he yielded,
  opened to the older wizard's gently probing tongue. His body soon began to
  relax into the embrace.

  The Headmaster felt it too. The tense body mold itself to his. He ran his
  hands along his prize's back. 'My Sweet, we will explore sensations you
  have never known. I will teach you the sweet pleasures of pain. The joy of
  submission.'

  Oh yes, it would take time, and care. But it was a thing worth doing. Start
  out simple, reward obedience with pleasure and praise. Severus had always
  desired the Headmaster's approval. That could be used against him.

  And, more importantly, Dumbledore would swiftly and harshly punish any show
  of spirit, of self-reliance.

  Albus Dumbledore's mind returned bitterly to the long years of deprivation
  he had endured. Being forced to take polyjuice, sneak out to the lowest,
  darkest parts of Knockturn Alley for sexual satisfaction. Seeking out those
  places where they did not question, nor care what you did as long as you
  had enough galleons.

  He would never have to do that again.

  His mind went over the itinerary for the day. There was the morning staff
  meeting, the announcement of their Bonding to the students, and of course,
  the interview with the Daily Prophet reporter; so much that he and Severus
  would need to do, together.

  His thoughts strayed to the sturdy willow branch he had secreted in his
  sleeve. With all of this happening surely Severus would make some mistake
  that Dumbledore could use as an excuse to punish him.

  Oh yes, the thought of that porcelain pale skin bared, the crack of the
  thin springy wood leaving bright red welts on creamy thighs. Those lovely
  black eyes wet with tears, looking at him with fear from beneath sweat
  matted hair...

  He was getting hard just thinking about it.

  tbc
***** Subjugation - 4 *****
Subjugation - 4






  Severus lay on the very edge of the mattress, one hand protectively over
  his more then slightly bulging belly, huddled as far away from his master
  as he dare without actually leaving the confines of the bed.

  After three months of painful reminders, he knew what was tolerated and
  what was not.

  The tears had dried quickly as the pain of his backside and thighs had
  finally lessened. How could he have been so stupid? It was not as if he had
  any illusions about his status. That he might have the luxury of saying no
  to sex?

  Slaves did not have rights. And that was exactly what he was now, nothing
  more then Albus Dumbledore's personal property.

  He had come into the bedroom late in the evening feeling weak and still
  more then a little nauseated from the sticky caramel covered substance that
  the House Elves had foisted off on him as dessert. Albus had insisted that
  he eat it. "You are eating for two, my sweet."

  They insisted on giving him a 'varied' diet, and Dumbledore insisted that
  he try everything they made, but much of it was really over the top. So
  rich and, or exotic that he ended up losing much of it anyway. Did they
  think he wanted or needed this stuff just because he was pregnant? Or maybe
  Albus did not want him to gain too much weight?

  NO! That was a thought he did not want to explore.

  Last night Albus had strode into the bedroom as per usual already rubbing
  his crotch in anticipation of what he presumed would be an evening of
  satisfying sex. Well, satisfying for him. Severus' satisfaction was a
  secondary consideration.

  Though when he wanted to, Dumbledore could make him climax until he was
  past sated and nearly comatose!

  "Albus, I am a little tired..." That was as far as he had gotten when he
  was thrown bodily onto the bed, his hands magically bound to the headboard
  and clothes dissolved. It had cost him twenty lashes with the hated Willow
  switch this time.

  At least he had not lost count again!

  Then he had been taken up the arse. No lubrication, no preparation, just
  grab the hips and in to the hilt. Gods it had hurt! Though he was grateful
  that the old man had turned him over, so that he was sprawled on his back
  instead of slamming in while he was face down on his stomach. That was not
  just uncomfortable now, it could be dangerous.

  At least Albus was usually very careful of Godric.

  Albus loved Godric.

  Godric Albus William Brian Dumbledore. Severus had not been at all
  surprised that he had been given no part in naming his son. But that did
  not matter, as long as the child in his womb was safe Severus could endure
  whatever came.

  At least that was what he told himself.

  He closed his eyes and let himself try to relax, to calm himself. 'Think of
  the morning session,' he thought almost desperately. 'Think of the morning,
  he will be gentle.' Punishment had been meted out, swiftly and in
  Dumbledore's mind, he presumed, justly. So in the morning he would be
  pleasured and pampered and praised for his obedience.

  And he would be so very, very obedient. Severus would be submissive and
  fawning, whimpering at the slightest touch from his master's hand. That was
  how it worked. He was punished for the slightest perceived transgression,
  and rewarded for submission and obedience.

  It had not taken him long at all to understand what Dumbledore's love
  entailed. Oh, yes, he had realized very quickly that in his own way, the
  Headmaster did love him. Absolutely adored him in fact. It was his way of
  showing his love Severus was not sure he could take.

  At times he was none too sure about surviving it.

  The old man had made his station in life clear early. Severus closed his
  eyes tighter, he wanted to sleep and forget for a few hours, but he could
  not stop his mind as it traveled back. Against his will he found himself
  forced to remember his first day of servitude. __________

  Albus had declared his love, and kissed him. Severus had never said aloud
  that he would accept Dumbledore's offer of love. That he would meekly
  submit and accept his lot as a sex slave. Without waiting for an answer the
  Headmaster had lifted him off his feet, and carried him to the bed. The
  older wizard had so very gently and sweetly made love to him. It had been
  wonderful. Severus had never wanted it to end.

  It was later, after putting up his hair with a very expensive looking
  silver clip, that Dumbledore had given Severus his first command. "You will
  always bind your hair before you leave this room, Severus," he had felt a
  little resentful, but this had not seemed too onerous. And, he had to admit
  that it looked very good. The long freshly washed silken locks that usually
  hid his face were pulled back by the clip, the rest fanned out behind his
  shoulders.

  He had since learned the hard way that if he forgot that edict or any other
  for that matter he got to spend quality time with a willow switch.

  When Dumbledore said that he had something to take care of and had sent him
  on to the staff meeting, Severus really thought nothing of it. He was a
  little nervous about having to face his fellow Professors, but in a way
  doing something so normal calmed him.

  He did not know that the Headmaster had forgotten to tell him a few
  important things. Such as the fact that he had come up with a cover story,
  just in case some nosy reporter had picked up the 'rumor' about what had
  happened between them. He had in passing mentioned to the rest of staff
  that the Potion Master had maligned him. That he had gone a little crazy
  and 'falsely' accused Dumbledore of rape.

  Severus had barely gotten through the door when he had found himself
  dangling about a meter off the ground with Hagrid's massive hand crushing
  his throat, cutting off his air and any means of explanation. Not that
  Hagrid or any of the others had looked ready to listen to one even if he
  could speak. The half giant had been huffing and hissing like a crazed
  troll. "How dare you be showin' your face round here, filthy, stinking
  traitor!" he roared with uncontrolled rage. "Albus Dumbledore'd never touch
  a piece of shite like you!"

  Minerva had been furious; the usually reasonable witch had not even tried
  to get Hagrid to release him, just blustered with her own rage. "Severus,
  after all that he has done for you, how could you betray Albus like this?"

  Hooch was too angry to speak, only glared death at him with those bird of
  prey eyes of hers.

  It would have also been helpful if he had been told that the newly
  resurrected and pardoned Sirius Black was this year's Defense against the
  Dark Arts teacher, though more to ease the shock, then anything. "You have
  got a lot of nerve you Slytherin whore! Trying to seduce that great man!
  What were you hoping to do? Ruin his reputation? Blackmail him!"

  Why could the man not have done the universe a favor and stayed dead?

  "You should be horse whipped!" even the usually gentle old Charms teacher
  Flitwick had been fuming, ready to believe the worst.

  "Ah have one we can use!" Hagrid drew back his frying pan sized fist to
  strike when Dumbledore finally decided to make his appearance.

  "Hagrid! Hagrid stop!" the near berserk wild eyed half giant froze as the
  voice of his dear friend attempted to get past the rage to the usually
  gentle giant that was beneath. He turned slowly as the callused,
  deceptively frail seeming hand caught his thick wrist. "Release Severus at
  once, Hagrid. The rest of you I beg you to please be calm. Things are not
  as we have all been led to believe."

  Hagrid eventually dropped him, though none too gently. Severus had stumbled
  almost drunkenly into the waiting arms of Albus Dumbledore. He had not even
  thought of struggling as the older wizard drew him close, and placed an arm
  around his shoulders protectively.

  "Severus has been through so much. Please everyone sit and allow me to
  explain," it took a few minutes for them all to be seated and wait. Even
  the old ghost Binns waited with keen interest.

  The Headmaster had been very careful to have Severus seated beside him, arm
  still over his shoulder, hugging him possessively. Black glared at him,
  obviously sickened at what he perceived as Severus playing on the
  sympathies of the older man. "You all know that Severus was held captive by
  the Death Eaters. But only Madam Pomfrey and I know all of the horrible
  things that were done to him." Dumbledore went into the detailed litany of
  pain and humiliation that he had been put through, with special emphasis on
  the rapes, the liberal application of the Cruciatus curse, and as expected,
  great detail about his new sexual status.

  Black had sneered and muttered something that seemed to have to do with
  which bathroom Severus would use.

  Eventually, Dumbledore told them as delicately as possible about how he had
  panicked and run from their night of 'mutual comfort'.

  "Severus was so horribly traumatized. He did not realize what he did. But,
  after much work with a mediwitch Severus is himself again," the lie seemed
  to have worked. He received sympathetic looks from all save Black. Hagrid
  was misty eyed. He dabbed at his shiny beetle black eyes with a filthy red
  spotted handkerchief.

  That was when the Headmaster dropped the bombshell. "This had been a very
  trying time, but out of all of the pain, something wonderful has happened.
  Severus and I have bonded," he smiled broadly. "And, he is carrying my
  son."

  There was not a closed mouth in the house. They gaped like oxygen starved
  fish, even the ghost. It had done Severus' heart good to see Sirius Black
  look as if he had just eaten fresh Hippogriff dung.

  Others reacted much more dramatically. "Oh, Sev'rus can ya forgive me!"
  Hagrid sobbed openly. "Did I hurt ya, or the little one?"

  "No, Hagrid. They are both just fine," Dumbledore patted his stomach
  thoughtfully.

  "No one is ever gonna hurt either of ya! I swear it!" The massive man was
  on his knees before Severus. He threw his arms around him, pulled him from
  Dumbledore's embrace and buried his bearded face in Severus' chest.

  Hagrid's eyes had widened as he looked up at Severus with absolute shock.
  He had obviously not put two and two together about the whole Severus being
  'no longer strictly male' thing. The half giant was utterly flabbergasted
  at the feel of Severus' breasts against his cheeks. He had put his face
  right between them. "OH!" It took him a moment to realize exactly what he
  felt. Red faced, Hagrid had ended up all but throwing himself backwards and
  clumsily hit the floor sprawled on his arse with a thud.

  "Well, Albus, you said he was a hermaphrodite!" Black's eyes positively
  glowed as he watched Severus, face flushed, attempting to straighten out
  his robes so that they did not show off his breasts so much. "Looks like he
  got the works!" He looked over at Dumbledore and winked and mouthed
  silently. "Lucky dog."

  Severus cringed.

  Dumbledore had smiled as Severus crossed his arms over his chest. "Now,
  now, Sirius, he is a little sensitive about that right now. This is all
  still very new to him." A gentle hand rubbed his back.

  Hagrid managed to get himself back up and into his overstuffed chair, but
  he could not stop his eyes from straying to Severus' chest. Dumbledore
  seemed to puff up a bit with pride as every male in the room stared at his
  mate.

  "You poor thing," Professor Sprout had patted his knee softly, causing the
  entire group to look to her and take their eyes off Severus, for which he
  was grateful. "Any trouble with morning sickness yet?"

  "Yes, quite a lot actually," he admitted. At the time, his stomach was
  turning flips.

  "I will make you some of my special chamomile and raspberry tea. It does
  wonders for a queasy tummy."

  "Thank you," he had said with a little smile. He would have been willing to
  try just about anything at this point. Surprisingly, the stuff actually
  worked.

  "So, does this mean that my services are no longer required?" This was the
  first time that Severus had noticed the substitute Potions teacher. He sat
  well back away from the others, a very strange looking man with cadaverous
  skin, large wild looking blue eyes, shortish white hair that stuck out
  oddly, it looked like it was charged with static electricity and though he
  was seated, he was obviously very thin, and tall, in a prim black suite
  that looked even stiffer then one of Severus'.

  "Actually, Professor Praetorius, if you could stay on I would appreciate
  it," Dumbledore smiled. "Severus will not be up to teaching at all for a
  few more days, and even after that the Sixth and Seventh year advanced
  Potions classes must work with some toxic substances. In his condition,
  Severus will not be able to handle anything that might be poisonous."

  "Of course Albus," he bowed his head slightly. "Will Severus also be
  resuming his duties as Head of Slytherin?" No one thought to ask him, noted
  Severus, though he hid his annoyance.

  "I would like you to also keep most of that duty if you would. Severus is
  not really going to be physically up to being on call night and day for
  troubled students. Though I am sure he will be happy to give you advice."

  "Of course. I would also like to speak to Professor Snape when he has some
  time. I have been hoping to compare notes on some experiments."

  "There will be plenty of time for that later," assured Dumbledore.

  "Certainly," the odd man had pulled a long thin cigar out of his pocket.
  But he quickly noted the angry looks from the assembled teachers. Hagrid
  stood and looked as if about to strangle him. "Oh, I beg your pardon,
  Professor Snape, or is it Snape-Dumbledore now? That was most inconsiderate
  of me, but I do love a good cigar. They are my only weakness," Severus
  noted that all of the Hogwarts Professors rolled their eyes in unison.

  "Just be doin' your smokin outside," chided Hagrid.

  "But of course."

  "And it is Snape-Dumbledore now," the Headmaster put in giving Severus a
  caress to the cheek.

  The rest of the meeting was dreadfully dull, and soon after all of the
  female teachers, and surprisingly Flitwick had offered him pregnancy advice
  and morning sickness remedies they left. Everyone but Sirius Black, that
  is, who was in the corner near the fireplace with Dumbledore. Severus felt
  very nervous. The men were being very cozy.

  "Problem, Severus?" asked Black as he caught sight of him staring.

  "None," he turned away not succeeding in hiding his annoyance, mostly
  because he had instinctively reached into his sleeve for his wand to defend
  himself and then recalled that he still had no wand.

  "Go on to breakfast, Sirius, we can talk later," Dumbledore smiled
  genially. Sirius strode towards the door. As he passed he leaned over to
  his old rival. "Always thought you were a cunt. Guess I was right." And he
  was gone.

  Severus reached into his sleeve, but then recalled that he still did not
  have his wand. "Severus, Sirius did not mean anything."

  "Yes he did."

  "Now, my dear..."

  "I recognized the look in his eyes. I saw it enough when he and his
  playmates trapped me at school. He would have taken me here on the floor if
  you had not been in the room."

  "Now you are being paranoid, my love," Albus patted his arm. "Whatever
  justifiable anger you had for him is no longer relevant. I am your husband.
  It is my responsibility to protect you. I will not allow anyone, even
  Sirius to harm you. He might say some nasty things, but he would not dare
  to touch you. "

  "And if he did, would you call me a liar again?"

  "I would take a pensive," somehow that answer had not given him much
  comfort.

  Then Severus looked at his husband. "So, I am not allowed to be around
  anything that might be poisonous? There are only two things that I might
  have had to work with for the Sixth and Seventh years that could possibly
  cause a miscarriage. You do not trust me, Albus."

  For some reason, that thought actually had comforted him.

  "Do not get me wrong, my love, but I have not lived so long by being a
  fool. You are a potion master, Severus, a very formidable one. Though you
  should know that I do possess a bezor, and all of my plates and cups are
  charmed to detect poison. I do want to trust you, my pet, but I would also
  prefer not to put you in the path of temptation. You will not be allowed
  near any of the more dangerous materials until I am more sure that you have
  accepted your new life."

  "I see. And on that same line of thought, when may I have my wand?"

  "When you are ready to teach classes. Until then, you do not need it. I
  will take care of you," Severus sighed at this, but knew better then to
  argue. He would need to be sure that he never met Black alone until he got
  it back. Dumbledore might think that his mere presence in the school would
  keep Sirius Black from trying to hurt him, but from long bitter experience
  Severus knew better.

  Especially without Lupin around to keep the ex Marauder in line. That was
  when he, Potter and Pettigrew had hurt him the worst, raped or otherwise
  sexually abused him. These were usually after the full moon when Lupin had
  been incapacitated in the infirmary and Sirius was bored.

  He eventually did get his wand back, but only after swearing a very complex
  oath. Basically he had no choice but to promise that he would never, ever
  use it against Dumbledore, never cast a spell to harm or hinder him, or to
  cause anyone else to do so.

  ____________

  Thinking back the announcement to the students had not been too bad in and
  of itself, the old man had managed to tell them the basics, without too
  much detail to upset their delicate sensibilities. It had been realizing
  that the wide, still innocent eyes of all of the children were fixed on him
  as if he were something in a zoo that had made Severus want to run and
  hide.

  "We will all have to make some adjustments to this new situation. Though
  the changes to Severus' physical appearance may take a little getting used
  to, I am sure that all of you will be pleased with the changes in Professor
  Snape-Dumbledore's teaching methods," he did love saying Snape-Dumbledore.
  "Now that he does not have to keep up appearances for the Death Eaters, he
  will be much more fair in his rewards as well as punishments," this caused
  cheers from the entire student body.

  Well, almost the entire student body. Slytherin House was quite subdued.

  Of course there were a lot fewer Slytherin then there had been. He had
  noted only two new faces, poor first years condemned to the house that was
  now looked down upon as the defeated enemy.

  So many of the children had been needlessly lost to the war. Most were not
  even really supporters of Voldemort. Their parents had chosen the Dark Lord
 before they were born. They had not been given a choice. They fought beside  
  their parents, and died beside them.

  "Now, I will expect all of you to be very nice to Severus. Though he has
  not started to gain weight yet, his condition is still somewhat delicate.
  Do not over tire him with a lot of questions. And of course, no heavy
  lifting." The Headmaster looked down at his mate affectionately.

  After the speech was over and everyone dismissed Severus had actually
  managed to get out of the Great Hall without Dumbledore noticing. The old
  man was busy being congratulated by Potter and the Gryffindors.

  Though some were obviously disgusted at the idea of Severus, let alone any
  man being pregnant, others it seemed liked the idea of the nasty Potions
  Master being nauseated and miserable for nine months.

  It looked like he would be free for a little while, so Severus had taken
  the opportunity to sneak out and had actually intended to go back to
  Dumbledore's room and take a nap.

  Surely Albus could not fault him for being tired?

  He had not gotten far when he was surprised by a welcome voice. "Professor
  Snape!" he turned to look into a pair of familiar, though sadly haunted
  gray eyes. "Draco?" he gasped as the young man, who was now as tall as he,
  and hugged him fiercely.

  Draco Malfoy did not shy away from his new body. He had already seen it up
  close. Dumbledore and Pomfrey were not the only ones who knew what Severus
  had been through. Draco Malfoy had been forced to watch his father use
  Severus for his pleasure, and taunt Draco with the knowledge that his
  little brother would come from his beloved teacher. When Severus had
  finally been rescued by the Order, so had Draco.

  Or what was left of him.

  The once angelic face now had a scar on the right side from the hairline
  through his eyebrow, eyelid, down his cheek to his slightly pointed chin.
  Almost miraculously considering the depth of the scar, his eye had remained
  untouched. Severus knew that there were many more scars that could not be
  seen, covered by the heavy robes, and many that were not on the surface.
  Though it was the young man's spirit that had suffered most.

  He had not broken, but the fire, the arrogance as some would say was gone.
  It had quite literally, been beaten out of him first by his father, then by
  the Ministry. Draco may have come to the side of Light, but his father had
  died an unrepentant Death Eater. He had also been told that his mother had
  taken her own life when faced with the truth about his father.

  Draco knew her too well to believe that.

  He suspected that several of the Aurors, such as 'Mad-Eye' Moody knew more
  then they were telling. But no one wanted to hear things like that now. The
  war was over, what was past was past. He was told in no uncertain terms
  that the whole mess was best forgotten.

  Now he was an orphan, alone and in many circles reviled. Draco Malfoy had
  his name, for all that was worth now, and a small allowance from the
  Ministry. His home and nearly all of the Malfoy money had been forfeit to
  the state.

  Draco had a tear visible in his eye as he slowly released his Head of House
  and said softly, "is it really Dumbledore's child?"

  "Straight to the point? Not very Slytherin of you, Draco," Severus noted,
  but he managed a smile. "Yes, there were several paternity tests done. The
  child unquestioningly belongs to Dumbledore."

  "I am glad it is not by a Death Eater," he sighed, and then looked down.
  "And I am sorry. What they did to you, it was my fault."

  "No, Draco. There is no blame on you. When it was discovered that I had
  been Dumbledore's spy, the Dark Lord said I was a coward, called me what he
  considered the ultimate insult, 'womanly'. So he thought it would be
  amusing to give me the parts to go with his pronouncement. You have no need
  to feel guilty. Even if you had been a loyal Death Eater, I would have been
  treated the same."

  "Thank you for saying that," he did not believe it, but it sounded nice.
  "Professor Dumbledore is certainly happy with the way things turned out."

  "Deliriously."

  "Are you?" Severus could not hide a slight shuddered. He started to say
  something to Draco, but his face must have betrayed his anxiety.

  "Forgive me, sir, that was rude. I am sure that you love Headmaster
  Dumbledore or you would not have married him."

  "Of course he does, Mr. Malfoy," Sirius Black walked up behind them. "You
  are a good little wife, right, Severus?" Black turned toward the blond, he
  sneered at him, and squared his shoulders, to emphasize how much broader,
  more muscular he was then either of the Slytherins. "You had best go to
  class, Malfoy," he said by way of dismissing the boy. His eyes then
  returned to his old enemy.

  "Actually, Professor Black, I do not have class for another hour," Draco
  informed him. He did not know all of the history between the two
  professors, but his father had told him enough in his third year when Black
  was a fugitive and everyone thought him a threat to Hogwarts and Harry
  Potter.

  He had no intention of leaving Severus alone with Sirius Black.

  Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your point of view, at that
  point Dumbledore strode up in a swirl of robes and white hair. "Severus,
  there you are my Love!" he smiled though his eyes were a little cold. "I
  turned around and you were gone. I was concerned."

  "I was just going to, ah, our rooms to rest, when I ran into Mr. Malfoy and
  Professor Black."

  "No harm done. Come, the reporter from the Daily Profit will be meeting us
  in the staff lounge in less then an hour. Must not keep him waiting," he
  said brightly.

  "Of course Albus. Black," he nodded slightly, his face a neutral mask. "We
  can speak another time, Mr. Malfoy." The blond smiled and left now that he
  was safe, at least safe from Black.

  They did talk again many times over the next several months. They had to
  sneak around, meeting clandestinely like lovers, but his talks with Draco,
  and the ever stronger movements of the child in his womb were sometimes all
  that kept him sane.

  "I look forward to it, sir," the younger wizard had smiled and left. Black
  smiled also, and Severus did not like it. He continued to smile as
  Dumbledore took Severus by the hand, held it much tighter then necessary,
  and led him down the hall. No words were exchanged until they had traversed
  the hallway and Severus was pushed roughly into the staff lounge.

  The younger wizard had no doubt that he was in trouble as the door was
  slammed shut with a sound like the crack of doom.

  Professor Dumbledore growled, then angrily threw a locking and silencing
  spell at the door. He grabbed a shocked Severus by the wrist and bent him
  over the back of the old dark brown couch!

  "You are going to learn a lesson, My Love!" the old man used his wand, and
  bound Severus down so the he could not move,

  "Albus? What have I done?" he gasped desperately completely at a loss as to
  what he could possibly have done to anger the older man.

  "I did not give you permission, either to leave the Great Hall, or to speak
  to that, that, MALFOY!"

  "But he is my student, I, I..."

  "No buts Severus. You belong to me! You will be where I tell you to be, and
  speak with those whom I deem appropriate. That Malfoy brat is persona non
  grata at the ministry. He is practically a pauper now that they have taken
  the estates as payment for his parents' crimes," Dumbledore hissed. His
  eyes blazed as, for the first time the now hated willow switch was pulled
  from his voluminous sleeve. Severus could not stop a whimper of fear
  escaping his throat. He saw the feral gleam in the old man's eyes.

  He realized with dread that whatever he had done it did not matter. It was
  just an excuse to do what the old man had intended to do all along.

  "You get ten of the best," the older wizard pulled up Severus' robes to
  expose his buttocks. He drew back and snapped the switch low over the pale
  thighs. His bond mate yelped. He struck again, Snape cried out and tried to
  pull away. But this was impossible, he was held fast by the powerful
  binding spell.

  Albus Dumbledore looked approvingly at the red welts on those creamy
  thighs. "You are not counting Severus. Now I will have to start over," he
  popped the other man, slapped across his testicles with the springy wood.
  "One!" Severus yelled.

  Another hit, this time striking the sensitive female opening. "OW! Two!"

  Higher up on the globes of the buttocks. "Three!"

  Almost exactly on the same red line. "Four!"

  Back on the thighs, "Five!"

  On the balls, hard, "S..S..Six!" Tears streamed down his face.

  Harder on the buttocks, "Seven!" he yelped.

  He cringed as he heard it snap again, feeling the blood dripping down his
  thighs as the slightly delayed pain exploded. "Eight!"

  Back on the bottom. "Nine!"

  The female orifice again. "TEN!!!" he sobbed.

  The old man looked pleased at his handy work. He ran a hand possessively
  over the reddened, heated flesh, caused Snape to flinch. "I must say, you
  bore that very well, Severus. You deserve a reward." Dumbledore strode over
  to the old refrigerator in the corner near the very new coffee machine and
  began to rummage through it. After a moment he came back with a tub of
  butter. He dipped in his fingers and so very gently caressed the heated
  marks with the cool stuff. He worked it in becoming more aroused himself at
  the sight, the feel of that soft skin. When he could stand it no more, he
  slipped a greased finger into the tight ring of muscles in Severus Snape-
  Dumbledore's cleft.

  Severus gasped and arched his back.

  Soon a second finger joined the first. Then a third stretched and stroked
  him. Severus let out a moan. "Feels good, my Little One?" Severus said
  nothing only whimpered, Albus pushed in harder causing his mate to tremble,
  the odd mixture of pleasure and pain confused his mind and body made him
  grow hard and wet at the same time.

  Severus shut down his mind and tried to just let it happen, let his body
  respond to the pleasure. He knew that Dumbledore wanted this.

  "I can cause you pain Severus," Dumbledore whispered, his long fingers
  withdrew, being replaced with his cock, also slicked with cool butter. It
  was a bizarre feeling. "I can also give you pleasure," the Headmaster
  growled. He did not stroke his prostate, he rammed into it every time like
  a heat seeking missile!

  "OH! AH! Merlin!" Severus screamed as he moved with the older man, his body
  demanded release. A hand wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke it in
  time with the thrusts. Dumbledore would have laughed as the younger man's
  seed spilled over his hand, but he was being pulled into orgasm by the
  clenching of muscles on his cock.

  Afterwards Dumbledore released the binding and did a quick cleaning spell
  on them both and the rather disgusting couch. Severus slipped to his knees,
  robes pooling out around him. The silver clip hanging by a few threads in
  his tousled hair that seemed to be mostly in his face. He panted feeling
  used, violated as he watched the older man with fear in his eyes, unsure
  what he was expected to do. "Now you know the price of defiance, and the
  rewards of obedience. I know how to pleasure you Severus. I want to make
  you whimper with desire; I want you to be eager for my touch," the younger
  man said nothing, only stared at him. "But I will settle for cries of pain
  if you insist."

  "I am sorry, Albus," he gulped, shoulders slumped, eyes lowered, his body
  language screaming submission. "Please forgive me."

  "You are still not quite sure what to be sorry about, are you?" Dumbledore
  smiled. "That does not matter. Now, my Sweet, show me how grateful you
  are."

  Severus blinked at him uncomprehending. "I do not understand?"

  "Severus, I punish you so that you will become a better person, when I do
  so, you will show your gratitude," the Headmaster used his shoe to tap the
  floor in front of him.

  Now Severus knew what to do. This was old hat to him. He crawled, a little
  awkward in the heavy robes but quickly knelt before Dumbledore.

  "Thank you, Albus," he kissed the man's burgundy robes. Voldemort had loved
  this. Torture someone within an inch of their life, then make them kiss the
  hem of his robes and thank him for the privilege.

  "Close," Dumbledore informed him, his eyes twinkling. "I want you to kiss
  my cock." It was softening, but still peaked out of the folds of the robes
  just beneath his snowy beard.

  Severus did as he was bidden without hesitation.

  "Very good," Albus tucked himself back in. "When we do not have to worry
  about morning sickness, you will be expected to lick it clean. Until then,
  a kiss will do," he slid the willow branch into his right sleeve he then
  waved his hand wandlessly he cast a charm to clear the air. "Cannot have
  the reporter from the Prophet smelling sex when he comes in. Come over here
  and let me fix your hair. He will surely want to take pictures. We are
  becoming quite the famous couple my child. Now, come sit on the couch."

  "Yes Albus," he bowed his head and stood carefully. He was in a lot of pain
  as he attempted to sit on the cushion. He had winced as he tried to find
  less painful place to settle. The butter's cool sensation had worn off. His
  arse and thighs throbbed. "Do not look so pained my child. That reporter
  must understand how very happy you are to be with me."

  "Yes Albus."

  "If you please me, I will ease the pain when the reporter leaves."

  Dumbledore had been very pleased with him that day. Severus had been the
  model of the dutiful, submissive spouse. The reporter loved it. He had been
  a student at Hogwarts some ten years before. A Ravenclaw to be exact. And
  he was absolutely thrilled to see his nightmare Potions teacher sitting
  primly by Dumbledore, speaking only when spoken to and always looking to
  his husband for permission to answer any question.

  They had received a lot of really bizarre mail after the interview ran. A
  few were sure that he was still a Death Eater, but most were from people
  who wanted to tell Severus how lucky he was to be married to a wonderful,
  dutiful man like Dumbledore.

  Then there was one from someone that wanted to add him to their harem?

  ---

  With a sad sigh Severus looked up at the ceiling. Once he had entertained
  thoughts of doing great things in the field of potions. Being recognized
  for his ability. Now he just wished he could understand what the Dumbledore
  wanted of him.

  He tried to be obedient. He really did. But sometimes it seemed that no
  matter what he did it was wrong.

  His eventually found his gaze straying to his sleeping husband. Albus was
  completely relaxed. He lay on his back, his muscular chest, covered by his
  thick beard braided for sleep, was rising and falling steadily.

  Speaking of rising, Severus note the steady tenting of the quilt that lay
  casually draped over his torso. The morning hard on had hit. This meant
  that very soon the Headmaster would be awake and ready to take him.

  Sighing, Severus watched the blanket slowly rise till the organ was at its
  full, admittedly impressive height. He wondered if he should go ahead and
  move off his own covers and spread his legs. Be ready for his master.

  He was supposed to be obedient. But an odd thought struck him. The
  Headmaster did not seem to like him to think for himself, or to do anything
  without Dumbledore's order.

  He actually smiled and wondered, just how far did that extend?

  Albus Dumbledore moaned. This was such an incredible, realistic dream! His
  hips began to move into the wet heat that enveloped his aching organ. It
  felt so real, just as if a very talented mouth was suckling his cock.

  His eyes opened, and as the sleep blur faded he saw a mass of black moving
  up and down on his shaft. He gasped with surprise as he realized that
  Severus actually was sucking him off! And without being ordered to! He
  watched with fascination as the boy's head bobbed up and down.

  Though as he felt his balls tighten, he grabbed a handful of black hair and
  forced him off.

  Severus shrank back in fear. "Forgive me, Albus. I had made you angry last
  night and wanted to make it up to you. I did not mean to be presumptuous!"

  "No, no, child, far from it! Feel free to wake me so pleasantly any time
  you like, my Love," he smiled, stroking his cheek. "I only wanted to come
  inside you. Watch you pleasure yourself on me."

  Now feeling bolder, Severus straddled Dumbledore's hips. The older man
  gasped as his bond mate slid down on his shaft. He was so beautiful with
  his long hair flying wildly as he threw his head back in abandon. The
  Headmaster watched in wonder as the large breasts bounced enticingly. The
  older wizard's hands roved over the exquisite body before him.

  He loved touching Severus' swollen, beautifully ripe belly. This more then
  the ring on his finger was to him, a mark of ownership. It proclaimed to
  the world that he, Albus Dumbledore had conquered Severus. That he had
  forced the slender young body to accept a part of him. He had planted his
  seed, his child.

  And his ultimate triumph, Severus loved that child.

  This was exquisite. Severus whimpered as he leaned forward, rubbing against
  Dumbledore, trembling, just on the edge. He almost sobbed as the orgasm
  clutched his body, "ALBUS!"

  That shout of pure pleasure sent the older man over the edge.

  Afterward they lay together, sated. "You are so lovely," Dumbledore sighed
  holding him, stroking his cheek tenderly.

  "Albus," he whispered shyly. "You know, I have been feeling much better
  these last few weeks. Could I, spend a little more time with the younger
  Slytherin children? Some of them are having trouble and try as he might,
  Praetorius just does not really understand them. He is not a Slytherin.
  Besides, they think he is rather odd."

  "He is rather odd," the Headmaster said with a sigh. "Well, I do not see
  why not. Just as long as it does not take any time away from me."

  "Of course, Albus," Severus hid a sly smile.

  Three fucking months he had cringed and walked on eggshells whenever
  Dumbledore came near! It had to have been the damn hormones!

  He thought bitterly that he should be ashamed of himself. The Head of
  Slytherin house had allowed a Gryffindor, even a psychotic one, to turn him
  in circles, to keep him cowed through fear and intimidation.

  It was about time that he stopped acting like a frightened child and began
  thinking like a true Slytherin.

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 5 *****
Subjugation - 5






  Headmaster Albus Dumbledore sat at behind his desk answering his enormous
  stack of official school correspondence. He often wondered how the poor
  owls managed to get it all to him without getting hernias! There must
  surely be enough paper coming into his office in a week to have killed an
  entire acre of Old Growth Forest!

  With a tired sigh he reached over and selected a lemon drop from his silver
  candy dish then sealed another letter to drop into the Out Box. He pitied
  the owls in the morning!

  "Um, Headmaster Dumbledore, sir?" a small, almost frightened voice startled
  him. Dumbledore glanced up and saw his lovely bond mate standing just
  inside the darkened doorway of the bedroom.

  "What is it my dear?" he asked indulgently. Yes, he was a very important
  and very busy man, but he felt that he should always try to make time for
  Severus. The boy should feel that, as the mother of his child, as his wife
  (he smiled at the thought), he was in a way, important also.

  Instead of answering right away, Severus turned towards the outside door to
  the office and cast a silencing and locking charm. Then he replaced his
  wand and walked somewhat nervously to stand before the headmaster's desk.
  Intrigued the older man took in the sight before him. Severus wore, not his
  usual lovely velvet robes, but what looked like a student's uniform robe,
  Slytherin of course. His hair was loose, and partially covered his pale
  face as if in shame.

  "I am here to receive my detention, Headmaster Dumbledore," he stuttered
  nervously.

  Raising an eyebrow, Dumbledore schooled his features into his best slightly
  bemused Headmaster expression and motioned the younger man closer. He was
  not sure what Severus intended, but he was very curious. He had to admit,
  he liked the way Severus had recently begun to initiate sexual contact
  between them.

  The boy was becoming so very obedient and eager to please.

  "Now, child. Tell me what you have done to be sent to my office for
  punishment," he kept his face neutral.

  "I," he looked down, shifting his naked feet very much like a nervous
  schoolboy. "I, was having trouble in my Potions class, and I wanted the
  Professor to give me a better grade."

  "I see," the Headmaster leaned forward expectantly. "And what did you offer
  your teacher in exchange?"

  "I told him that, if he gave me a better grade, that, I would, um, let him
  touch me. Sir."

  "Touch you?"

  "Yes Headmaster."

  "And, did he touch you?"

  "Yes Headmaster," those lovely black eyes lowered making the Headmaster
  want to leap over the desk and ravage the exquisite creature, but he
  somehow managed to control his desire.

  "Come around here, my child," he moved back to allow Severus to come and
  stand between himself and his desk. "Now, I need to know everything. Show
  me how he touched you," his breath became ragged.

  "Like this, Headmaster," shyly Severus took his right hand and slipped it
  inside his robes. He guided the hand over a swollen breast. The nipple was
  hard. "He pinched it," Severus whispered breathlessly.

  "Like this," Dumbledore's fingers tingled as he pinched the hard nipple,
  which caused a low gasp.

  "What else did he do?" the older man asked his eyes glowing with unbridled
  lust.

  "He wanted to see them," Severus purred.

  "Show me," with a smile Severus unbuttoned the robe, slowly revealing his
  breasts to view. "Did he do anything else?"

  "He sucked them, Headmaster," to emphasize the point, he thrust out the
  breasts tantalizingly before twinkling blue eyes. "He said they were,
  delicious. Sir."

  The Headmaster licked at the pert nipples, first one then the other, over
  and over again until Severus whimpered plaintively. Taking pity on the poor
  child he took in the right breast and sucked and nipped at it. He gave the
  same treatment to its twin, then looked into those smoldering black eyes.
  "What else did he do?"

  In answer Severus scooted his backside up onto Dumbledore's desk and
  placing his bare feet on either side of Albus in his chair, he eased up the
  robes over his shapely legs to expose his thighs. He then took hold of the
  older wizard's hand again and ran it up his thigh until it disappeared
  beneath the robes. He guided the hand to his slick folds and slid it
  against the opening. He hissed and threw back his head.

  "He, said that I was wicked," Severus moaned in that chocolate silk voice
  of his. "Am I wicked, Headmaster?" He moved against the hand that continued
  to stroke his female sex. "I was so wet, so," 'Pant!' "Ummm! I begged him
  to put his cock in me."

  "Did he?" Dumbledore croaked. His mouth had gone dry.

  "No," the voice was needy. "He teased me; put his tongue in me until I was
  begging. Ahhhh..." The Headmaster's finger had thrust deep. Now he was
  suddenly very hungry. He pushed Severus back on the desk, scattering his
  evening post in every direction, long legs were spread wide and Dumbledore
  proceeded to devour the sweet morsel before him. "Oh, ah, gods! Headmaster!
  Yes, aaaaahhhhhh!" the rest was pretty much incomprehensible, mostly
  breathless moans and whimpers.

  Severus came hard. Dumbledore had decided to use Kanji this time.

  With that delightful task accomplished Albus then stood and parted his
  robes. He was rock hard and aching. "Well, my wicked little minx, do you
  still want a nice big cock?"

  "Please Headmaster. I need you inside me!" and Dumbledore needed no more
  encouragement. Severus gasped and moaned and came again under his assault,
  bringing the Headmaster with him.

  Albus Dumbledore slumped back down in his chair, breathless. "I do not know
  what has come over you my Little One, but I like it," he panted.

  Sliding into his lap Severus lay his head on the older man's shoulder. "I
  belong to you. I want to please you."

  "You no longer resent losing your freedom?"

  "You cannot lose something you never had," he stroked Dumbledore's beard
  playfully. "You take care of our needs, Godric's and mine; so it is right
  for me to see to your needs," with a contented smile Albus placed a hand on
  his belly hidden beneath the robes. He felt a tiny movement. "I have waited
  so long for you to understand, my darling," he sighed. "The letters can
  wait. I want to make you come a few more times in the comfort of our bed."
  ___________________

  Several days later, behind green house number three Draco Malfoy laughed
  for the first time in months. "Did you really say that? That you seduced
  your teacher and were there to be punished?"

  "He ate it up. Literally," Severus snickered, also for the first time in as
  many days. "The more of slut I am, the better he treats me. He has not used
  the switch in over a week," Severus smiled and nibbled on a chocolate frog.
  Malfoy had brought him three. He was on the last one and wondered if he
  were becoming addicted to the damn things.

  "It is nice to see you smiling and not jumping at every noise. I am glad
  you finally figured him out," Draco told him. "I really feared for your
  safety. Both of you."

  "He wants me to be submissive, but it strokes his ego when I make the first
  move. He does love the role-playing. Last night I was a Knockturn Alley
  rent boy. It was a little frightening how much he got off on it. When I
  sidled up and gave him a list of what acts I would perform for a galleon I
  thought he would come on himself. Maybe next time we will try the old
  classic, Naughty schoolgirl that forgot to wear knickers. He loves it when
  I wear a dress. He especially likes that whole weird, sailor suite thing,
  with white pleated skirts. Personally I think they make me look fat," He
  patted his rounded belly. "It keeps him happy. Though he says he cannot
  wait till after the baby is born. Albus wants to truss me up in a corset.
  He had not shown them to me yet, but I gather he has quite a collection,
  along with a wide variety of hosiery and other interesting lingerie."

  "I for one would love to see you in a black corset," Draco chuckled.

  "I thought you were straight?" Severus cocked an eyebrow in surprise.

  "I am. It is just the thought of you with those breasts straining against a
  tight black corset, a pair of fishnet hose and spiked heels. That might
  just be enough to make me reconsider which team I play for," they both
  laughed but after a moment Severus looked at the sun and his face fell.

  "He is expecting me to be in our bedroom ready for him after super."

  "Can you meet me Saturday?"

  "Better make it Sunday afternoon. He likes a nap on Sunday. I should be
  able to get away for an hour," Severus sighed. "I wish there was more that
  I could do for you Draco."

  "You are risking a beating just by talking to me; that is more then enough.
  I am more worried about what you will do when I graduate. Who will you be
  able to confide in?"

  "I am a Slytherin. We adapt, and we survive."

  "I guess that is all both of us have left, surviving," Draco sighed. "You
  should not worry about me. Things are actually getting better. Some of the
  other Slytherin are on speaking terms with me now. It is not so lonely.
  Though, I never thought that I would miss Crab and Goyle. Those two could
  not hold an intelligent conversation in a bucket, but I did not feel alone
  when they were there. Weasley made sure I knew that he killed them. I think
  he and Potter are pissed that they did not have an excuse to kill me."

  "I have heard them talking about it when they did not know I was near,"
  Severus put his hand on the young blonde's shoulder. "Weasley does not
  sound nearly so assured, or pleased when not taunting you. He found out
  that killing is not as easy as it seems. Though if it makes you feel
  better, it was definitely self-defense. Crab was being more stupid then
  usual, he tried to use the Avada Kadavra curse on Granger, Goyle went for
  Potter. Weasley actually managed to take them both out."

  "Crab always hated Granger for being so much smarter then him. Though at
 one time, I was not thrilled with her either," Draco stood and offered       
  Severus a hand. He needed it, being somewhat clumsy trying to stand with
  his swollen belly.

  "Sunday, about one," Severus turned and made his way towards the main
  entrance of the castle. Draco remained where he was. He would not follow
  for at least five minutes. They could not afford to be seen together.

  Severus was really not sure what to do tonight; he really did not have the
  energy to transfigure his clothes into a sailor suit. But Albus was
  enjoying his being more sexually playful. Well, perhaps he should just meet
  the Headmaster naked on his knees. Surely that would make him happy.
  ____________________

  It did.

  Three weeks after Severus had his epiphany he was adjusting fairly well to
  his new life. Especially since he had begun to play his little games with
  Dumbledore. The man was so easy to manipulate it was almost embarrassing.

  All he had to do was willingly spread his legs and purr, 'Harder, Albus,
  please!' and the old pervert was putty. He could get anything he wanted.
  Not that he asked for some concession every time. The last thing he wanted
  was for the old man to become wise to him. Then the beatings would become
  worse.

  The Headmaster still used the willow switch on occasion for a misstep, he
  seemed to enjoy it, but not like before. Maybe five lashes, then a good
  fucking and Severus would whimper and kiss his cock, suitably remorseful
  for his transgression. Whatever the hell it happened to be.

  It was early morning, and he was ready for the day. He was dressed, hair up
  in a gold clip, though hanging down almost to the small of his back. He
  swore that Dumbledore must have slipped him a hair growth potion! But he
  was actually feeling very confident planing what game to play with Albus.
  Something non-strenuous, tonight, he was so sleepy lately. At least
  Dumbledore understood that this was natural when you neared six months of
  gestation and did not become angry when he found Severus napping.

  He thought it was cute.

  He was not really thinking of anything when he saw it, a flash of sunlight
  on the frame of the large portrait of Albus and his brother, Aberforth.
  They were gone at the moment so it was just a painting of a field in of
  sunflowers in the spring. Severus walked over and took a close look at the
  frame.

  It was of dark wood and there were many shapes carved into it. Most seemed
  abstract, though, where he saw the flash, Severus caught sight of what
  looked to be the outline of a goat. He suppressed a snicker, recalling the
  story about Dumbledore's brother. The one that had fifty years ago almost
  gotten the other Dumbledore sent to Azkaban for perversion. That bit of
  information was not well known outside of a select few at Hogwarts.

  There was a tiny sparkle, a small gem as the goat's eye. Severus almost
  hypnotically reached out to touch it. The frame almost struck him as it
  opened outward.

  A secret room.

  It was completely dark. Fighting the urge to close the portrait and forget
  he ever saw it he nervously drew his wand.

  His heart leapt into his throat as he peered around the darkened room.
  "Lumos," he whispered. To Severus' surprise, instead of just the tip of his
  wand, the entire room burst into bright relief.

  The first thing that caught his eye was a picture. Not surprisingly, it was
  moving. There was a young woman, on her hands and knees between two men. It
  was Albus who already had some gray in his hair and beard, and his brother
  Aberforth, whose hair and very short beard were still all red.

  The poor girl was being forced to give oral sex to Aberforth, while Albus
  used a riding crop to strike her other end.

  At least it had nothing to do with farm animals, he thought disgustedly.

  He turned away from that disturbingly familiar scene to a long black table
  in the far corner of the large room. It was covered with phalluses. They
  were of every size and material. Ebony and Ivory, polished metals, copper
  and silver, one looked to be gold.

  There was one bronze piece that he suspected might have been molded from
  Hagrid. It hurt just to look at it!

  If this were not disturbing enough, Severus quickly found a wall of books.
  All would be considered porn by the look of it. It boasted the entire set
  of Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty series, and Exit to Eden. The Story of 'O',
  beside Naked Came the Stranger. One shelf contained 'The memoirs of the
  Marquis DeSade', several volumes on Casanova, along side some eight
  illustrated versions of the Karma Sutra. There were also a number of titles
  he did not recognize. Many were not in English, but he had the feeling they
  were of a similar ilk. Most had some variant of the word erotic in the
  title.

  Obviously this room was not one that the Headmaster would want the parents,
  other teachers, or the School Board to find out about.

  He looked over the rather eclectic collection of porn books, but noticed
  one book in the corner near the door that did not look quite like the
  others. It was a small leather bound volume with no name on the binding. It
  had several pieced of paper sticking out.

  A diary perhaps? He picked it up out of curiosity. Though he could not help
  but think, if this was Dumbledore's diary, considering what was likely in
  those pages, he would probably drop it in disgust and feel the need for a
  bath afterwards.

  To his surprise it was not a diary. It contained notes from potion
  experiments. All had something to do with dragon's blood. This was not
  surprising since this was one of the things that Dumbledore was famous for.
  Though as he glanced through the book, many substances were repeated in the
  potions, Mandrake root, rhino horn, tiger testicles, powdered sea horse,
  all were used as aphrodisiacs and to increase male potency. Near the end of
  the book he found one last potion. This one also had detailed instructions,
  such as that it must be taken on the night of each month when the moon has
  waned.

  "That explains how a one hundred sixty year old man can be hung like a
  mountain troll and be able to fuck me five times a day!" he said out loud.

  "I will have you know that the potion does not increase the size of my cock
  in the least. Now, I think you should give me that book Severus."

  He froze when he heard Dumbledore's voice. Swallowing, he slowly turned and
  handed the book to the Headmaster, who replaced it in its place on the
  shelf.

  "I keep a large supply of that particular potion on hand, and I know the
  recipe by heart, so it will do you no good to 'accidentally' lose or
  destroy the book," the white haired wizard said coolly.

  "You could make a fortune marketing that potion," Severus noted casually.

  "I already have a fortune, or three," Dumbledore winked. "Besides, if that
  little recipe became known, dragons would become extinct within a year."

  "So, do you Obliviate me now?" Severus had to work to remain calm.

  "Of course not. I have always intended to show this place to you
  eventually. I was just not sure that you were ready."

  "Ready for what? I have seen many of these books before. I have confiscated
  them from any number of students over the years. I actually tried to read
  some of them just to see what the fuss was about. I still do not understand
  the appeal," he pulled one of the books from the shelf and flipped through
  it. What bothered Severus the most was that when he looked at the copy of
  Beauty's Punishment, there were passages underlined.

  Lots of them.

  He shivered.

  "What is not to understand?" asked Dumbledore sounding surprised.

  "With these? To be honest, the whole concept. To start with I never
  understood how you could have so much royalty in one small area. You have
  hundreds of Princes and Princesses running around being used as fuck toys?"
  he snorted. "And there is the simple matter of anatomical impossibilities.
  The human male cannot be kept in a constant state of physical arousal
  without a potion or other magic. Frankly, it would be dangerous as well as
  painful to keep it up for hours at time. Even with the potion you use it
  goes down for a while."

  Severus tapped the book. "And how could every single person in these
  kingdoms be bisexual? That is usually a very small percentage of any
  population. And what is the point of the bondage thing anyway? Someone said
  something about it being to perfect them? What good does it do to make your
  entire ruling class into a bunch of sadists and masochists? That is not
  exactly conducive to engendering good leadership skills. I mean really,
  what a joke, Prince Tristan cannot negotiate a treaty or lead an army into
  battle, or do anything else it would take to rule a country, but he can
  give good head?"

  Albus Dumbledore began to laugh. "Ah my Pet, as always you overanalyze. The
  slaves being Princes and Princesses is simply a literary device. To make it
  all seem like a fairy tale. Besides, people love to read about the rich and
  powerful in exotic and erotic situations. What matters is the lesson of the
  entire experience. Beauty and Tristan both discover themselves and are only
  truly happy when they completely give up their sense of self and become
  totally immersed in the punishment. In the end each of them submits with
  the sole objective of pleasing their master, whomever that master happens
  to be."

  "Is that what you want for me Albus? That I lose myself and become nothing
  more then an object to give you sexual gratification?" he reached out to
  the shelf, pulled out the Story of 'O' and held it so tightly his knuckles
  were white. "I have read this one too. When you consider me well trained
  will you hang an id tag from my genitalia and brand your initials on my
  arse?"

  "Certainly not, Severus; I have no intention of mutilating you." Dumbledore
  took the book from his trembling hands. "I want you Severus. Since you
  first walked into the Great Hall, a skinny little thing hissing and
  throwing hexes by day and crying yourself to sleep at night, I have wanted
  to possess you. I need to own you, my Little One," he touched Severus' very
  pale cheek. "I want you to love me, to worship me, to see me as your
  Master."

  After a long moment with his eyes closed, the black haired man bowed his
  head, much too easily. "Of course, Albus."

  Dumbledore's eyes were guarded as he stepped out of the way, gesturing
  towards the open portrait. "Go on to breakfast now Severus, you are eating
  for two after all. We shall discuss all of this another time."

  Severus fled from the room and the Headmaster's presence as fast as his
  awkward body could manage.

  Albus Dumbledore smiled.

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 6 *****
Subjugation - 6






  The incident with the secret room had happened over a week ago and neither
  of them had mentioned it since. Severus because he really did not want
  Dumbledore thinking about that whole weird bondage, pain, and of course how
  could anyone forget, 'worship me' thing.

  Dumbledore, as far as he could tell, kept quiet for his own reasons.

  The trigger to open the portrait had been changed, Severus noted. The
  goat's eye was missing, and the brothers would frown and wag their fingers
  at him as if he were a disobedient child if he came near - though little
  brother also sometimes flashed him.

  It seems Albus Dumbledore got the lion's share of more then just magic.
  Severus told him so and received a snarl in return.

  Severus was completely confused, not sure if he should take the chance and
  approach the older man, perhaps even try to seduce him, or just be passive
  and wait until Dumbledore came and took him. They had not had sex once
  since the incident.

  He was flabbergasted when Dumbledore had informed him that he had decided
  to sleep on the couch in his study for a while.

  It made no sense. Why did Albus wait? It was not as if Severus could refuse
  him.

  The old wizard was physically stronger, magically more powerful, and he had
  the law on his side. He could take whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted,
  for as long as he wanted, Snape had no say in the matter.

  This not being touched, not being raped or beaten, it should have been
  heaven. In a way it was hell. It would have been better if the Headmaster
  had just hit him, fucked him or both and been done with it. Now he was a
  nervous wreak! Every waking moment, as well as most of those in his dreams
  was spent wondering when the ax would fall.

  Which when he thought about it was probably just what Dumbledore intended.

  To make matters worse, he could not even talk to Draco! Between Dumbledore
  being the dutiful husband, always being near even if he did not touch,
  Sirius Black watching him like a hawk, and even Hagrid, his innocent
  protective streak being used by Dumbledore to 'make sure that he was safe'
  whenever he went outside, he felt trapped and utterly alone.

  It was the way Dumbledore smiled that was most frightening. The blue eyes
  would twinkle, he would stroll by, touch his cheek, then walk on, never
  saying more then, 'you look lovely, my Pet,' or 'you must eat more, child.'
  He might as well have said, 'I will make you regret ever being born.'

  Several times he came close to crawling into the study naked on hands and
  knees and begging the old man to get it over with. But fear kept him
  huddled in the large four poster bed. He was not so much afraid of
  rejection, he was afraid of acceptance.

  It was Monday morning and he had somehow managed to concentrate on his
  class, made sure that the students knew the simple wart removing potion
  inside and out, so that there would be no accidents. The last thing he
  would have needed was an explosion and a classroom full of wart covered
  students ala Longbottom.

  He had actually had one bit of luck in all of this, there did not seem to
  be any new Longbottoms in any of the first year classes.

  Of course, part of that was likely because Severus Snape-Dumbledore was not
  exactly the demon that made first years cry or wet themselves that
  Professor Severus Snape had been.

  None of the students had any reason to complain. While it was true that
  some of them still watched him suspiciously, perhaps waiting for the evil
  Potion Master to return? He was a paper dragon now and they all knew it.

  Though he was sure that most of them watched him because of the way he
  looked. It must be strange, especially for the first years. They were
  eleven and twelve year olds. For all intents and purposes, still children.
  Some things were just beyond children. And now, no matter how loose the
  robes, he could not hide either his swollen belly, or breasts.

  His breasts were quite the sight. He had recently started to wear a bra. It
  was just one more shame to add to the lengthy list. But he had no choice.
  They were so swollen and tender, and would soon be pushing double D status.
  Besides, anymore, it was too painful not to.

  He wondered if the parents were shocked by what their little darlings wrote
  about him. The muggle born children must have been completely confused that
  their mean old potions teacher suddenly had big boobs and was being screwed
  by the Headmaster, well; they probably assumed that he was still being
  screwed. He also wondered what the school's board of governors had said
  about it. Even Albus Dumbledore must have had a time convincing them to let
  this go on under the same roof with so many impressionable youngsters. Too
  bad they could not find out what was really going on here!

  With a sigh he had opted to sit quietly in his chair behind his desk.

  He was too clumsy now to swoop or stalk, and his ankles too swollen to even
  stand over them and watch for long. Most of the time he could no longer
  muster a credible glare!

  It was now the esteemed Ms. Granger that did most of the work anyway.

  Dumbledore had brought her in just before noon on the day he had discovered
  the secret room and informed him that she was his assistance for the first
  and second year classes. He did not say anything. She knew the subject, was
  good with the children, and he was certainly not going to argue with
  Dumbledore.

  He noticed after the class had left, she was supposed to be grading potion
  samples; instead she was looking at him. When he raised his eyes and stared
  at her she blushed and looked away.

  Though finally, as always eventually her curiosity got the better of her.
  "Um, Professor..." There was always hesitation whenever she addressed him,
  as with most of the other students above first year. Most had decided
  simply 'Professor' would work. The whole Snape-Dumbledore thing made them
  uncomfortable. That and Sir was a little awkward when you were staring at
  someone's breasts. Though he often heard the students that he had been the
  hardest on before the change referring to him in the halls as Mrs.
  Dumbledore.

  He had once walked up as Mr. Weasley giggled about 'Professor Snatch,' and
  made some very rude gestures with his hands to explain the joke to
  Longbottom and the walking camera, Creevy, who both turned bright crimson.

  He did not yell, nor given the red headed menace detention. Before they
  could spot him he had turned tail, waddled to the nearest empty classroom
  and cried for an hour.

  Sometimes he felt truly pathetic.

  "You need something, Ms Granger?"

  "No, Professor," She looked away again.

  He did not believe her. "What is the problem, Ms Granger?"

  "I was just wondering Professor, I read a book about hermaphrodites in the
  restricted section, 'Male, Female, Both, Neither.' It said that
  hermaphrodites are almost always sterile?"

  "I have read the book Granger. If you will recall, Simmons wrote of those
  in our world who are unlucky enough to be born this way. Though in theory
  the condition should enhance certain magiks that are gender related, it is
  in practice an aberration, a defect. Usually the different organs and
  hormones interfere with each other. One or both sets will be under
  developed and immature. As it stated in the title, many hermaphrodites are
  truly neither sex," he shrugged with a sigh. He was not sure why he
  answered instead of snapping at her. Maybe he just needed so desperately to
  talk to someone that he would even converse with the dreaded bushy haired,
  Gryffindor Know-it-all. "My condition is not natural in any sense of the
  word; I was made this way by the Dark Lord, using a very powerful ancient
  spell. Both sets of organs are mature and working. He found the idea
  amusing."

  "Then, if you had been so inclined, you could sired a child as well as
  carry one?"

  "Physically, yes, I could. Though I do not have the inclination," he
  sighed, then closed his eyes and gasped as little Godric made his presence
  known. The baby kicked out hard.

  "Oh! I saw it," Granger gasped. "Sir, would you, uh, be offended if..." She
  was biting he bottom lip, a slightly annoying nervous habit she displayed
  often.

  Again, he had no idea why he did this, perhaps he was just lonely. "You may
  place your hand on my stomach and feel the baby's movements, if that is
  your desire," he said magnanimously.

  Her smile was bright. And he noted absently that those absolutely enormous
  teeth of hers looked practically normal? She must have had some magic
  performed on them.

  He actually had to work not to flinch when she laid her hand tentatively on
  his stomach. He had become hypersensitive to any touch.

  Godric as always performed admirably. The second she placed her hand on him
  a foot struck it. "OH!" she gasped as the little fellow did his imitation
  of a World Cup Soccer player.

  They were both enraptured by the performance when a hated voice broke the
  spell. "My, my, but this is cozy," Sirius Black waltzed in just the hint of
  a sneer on his face.

  Granger stood straight, Snape jumped from his chair. Or tried to. He ended
  up bumping Granger and falling back in the chair. She gulped and stepped
  away mumbling apologies. Everyone, even first years, knew that there was
  bad blood between the two. And Hermione had seen the pair come close to
  killing each other in the Shrieking Shack.

  "Please, Severus, do not stop on my account," he walked over and smiled at
  Severus. "You both look so happy. I would like to feel it." Black's eyes
  were cold, as he reached out his hand. He just missed his stomach as
  Severus stumbled backwards out of the chair and found himself against his
  desk. "Come on, Severus; let me feel the little fellow move too." The
  Gryffindor rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

  Severus managed a sneer. He would rather walk into the den of a rabid bug
  bear!

  "Ah, Severus, my darling, there you are," Dumbledore's smile shone as he
  navigated the rows of desks to stop before the started trio. "You seem
  agitated my love?"

 "I am alright, Albus," Severus barely resisted the urge to run to the older  
  wizard's arms for protection from the leering Sirius Black.

  "I noticed that the baby was being active," Granger volunteered. "I was
  curious and wanted to feel it move."

  "So did I," Black insisted.

  "It is a wonderful experience," Dumbledore sighed thoughtfully then a
  strange gleam came to his eyes when he looked between the antagonists.
  "Severus, please, allow Sirius to feel our child."

  Severus wanted to flee, but the door had closed behind Albus, and it would
  be unseemly to scream, run or cry in front of a student. Though he was on
  the edge of doing all three. Instead, he braced himself against his desk
  and looked Sirius Black in the eyes. "You may," He could not be sure enough
  of his voice to say more.

  With a malicious smile on his handsome face Black slowly reached out a hand
  and laid it on the precious bulge. Perhaps somehow sensing its 'mother's
  apprehension the baby twisted and seemed to try to get away from Black's
  questing hand.

  "Ms Granger, why don't you go on to the library, I have some things that I
  need to discuss with your teachers," Dumbledore snapped his fingers, the
  door opened. With a nod, and a last oddly sympathetic look at Severus,
  Granger left.

  The door closed behind her with a frightening final sound.

  Swallowing hard, Severus tried to keep himself calm and not tremble. Not
  wanting to show just how afraid he was to his enemy. He had known that he
  was going to be punished sooner or later for angering Dumbledore. That was
  inevitable; however, he had not expected Sirius Black to be invited to
  help!

  It must be a punishment. There was nothing else he could call this. Being
  touched by Black so intimately while Dumbledore looked on with approval in
  his flashing blue eyes. Black's hand strayed upwards, touched a tender
  breast. Severus looked at his husband for some sign of how much of this
  humiliation he would be expected to endure. The smile never wavered as the
  hand on his breast became bolder, more intrusive. The other hand snaked
  down and went straight for his crotch.

  Unable to stand it any longer, black eyes wide with a mix of fear, anger
  and loathing, Severus sidestepped and pushed away from Black who growled
  and tried to grab him.

  Stumbling over his long heavy robes in his haste to get away, Severus fell
  hard, he felt the baby squirming frantically as he found himself on his
  knees before Dumbledore. "Albus?" he gulped. He could almost feel the
  shadow of Sirius Black on his back.

  "You wish something, My Pet?"

  "Albus, please, you know what he will do to me..."

  "Why Severus, are you perhaps begging for your husband to protect you?" the
  Headmaster folded his arms and looked at him with cold eyes.

  "Y, Yes. Please, please do not let him rape me again! I beg you!" he
  stammered with barely contained fear, his eyes went down submissively.

  "Severus, you really must not continue to throw that charge out at
  everyone. You recall the boy who cried werewolf?"

  "He did that too," Black caught his long hair and pulled his head back
  painfully. "Scandalous," he forced his mouth over his captive's plunged in
  his tongue.

  "True, Severus, I am terribly sorry, but I do not believe that you have
  earned my protection."

  "Albus!" he choked on Black's saliva, as his foe worked to open his robes,
  in short order his breasts were exposed.

  "You know, Snivellous and I used to do a fair bit of shagging when we were
  in school. When I could find him that is. He became quite adept at staying
  out of sight near the end of seventh year. Of course, that last time I
  nailed him in our seventh year he did not have all the extra goodies," he
  fondled a breast roughly.

  "No!" Severus almost sobbed. That bastard Dumbledore was going to just
  stand by and watch Black rape him! In a haze of fear Severus threw back his
  elbow, catching Black in the groin. The animagus yelped and doubled over,
  as the pregnant wizard half crawled half ran past the placidly smiling
  Headmaster to the door.

  He was shocked when it opened. There was some cursing from Black that faded
  as he ran, if you could call it that. It was more of a stumbling clumsy
  shuffle, but to his absolute relief there was no pursuit.

  Miraculously he had not met any student in his mad dash for sanctuary in a
  disused classroom. It took a few moments to calm enough to draw out his
  wand and fix his torn clothes. Afterwards he looked at the wand sadly. He
  had not even considered using it in his own defense!

  His first and only thought had been to beg Dumbledore for protection.

  Severus felt thoroughly shamed. He hid in the dusty classroom for about
  half an hour, until he had managed to pull himself together into a
  semblance of calm. He checked carefully to see that no one waited to ambush
  him, then he walked slowly to the teacher's lounge.

  When he got there, he was surprised to see Professor Praetorius getting
  very chummy with a giggling Sprout.

  Severus raised an eyebrow at that. He actually did like Sprout, she was a
  good teacher, but even if he were attracted to women, Sprout would not be
  his first, middle, or come to think of it last choice.

  To be honest, he was strictly gay and he would not choose Praetorius
  either.

  They both noticed him at the same time. "Why Severus, you look quite pale,
  are you ill?" Inquired the rail thin man.

  "You need some of my rose hips tea," Sprout said and the short rather
  chubby witch immediately went to make some. She kept a large selection of
  her herbal teas in the cupboards or the staff lounge.

  "I am not feeling well," he said truthfully.

  "Should I call Madam Pomfrey, or Albus?" asked Sprout, here usually
  cheerful features full of concern as she handed him a steaming cup. He took
  a long sip then looked at the two sympathetic faces. "No need to bother
  anyone," he tried to sound nonchalant and not like a frightened child.
  "Nothing serious. But..."

  "I shall take all of the rest of your classes for this week, no argument
  Severus. You have been running yourself ragged for some time. It is not
  healthy for someone in your condition," announced Praetorius regally. "You
  should go back to your room and rest. I have a copy of your syllabus, and
  what I do not know, Ms Granger will be more then happy to fill me in on."

  "My next class is Double Potions, Second year Gryffindor and Slytherin,"
  Severus told him.

  "Yes, you are definitely not up to those houses together right now," the
  white haired man noted with a slight smile.

  Just then the door opened. Dumbledore peeked in. "Have you seen..." he
  smiled. "Severus! I have been searching all over for you, love," then he
  frowned as his spouse barely kept from cringing with fear. "My darling, you
  look ill."

  "He is a little run down, I was about to help him to your room Albus,"
  Sprout informed him; both of the other professors had looked to the
  Headmaster and had not seen the younger man's reaction.

  "Do not trouble yourself, I will take him," Dumbledore assured and he
  walked over and carefully helped his spouse to his feet. He placed an arm
  around his waist to steady him, this caused Severus to lean back, and his
  belly was forced forward, so that it looked even larger.

  The older man led Severus out of the room. When he was sure that there were
  no stray students around Albus kissed his cheek, then whispered in his ear.
  "You may cease trembling like a mouse in the claws of a cat, my Pet. Sirius
  has a full schedule today, and I have been called to the Ministry for some
  sort of dull meeting."

  "You, you would have let him..." tears threatened again.

  "Shhh, child, it is not good for you to be overly emotional in your
  condition," Dumbledore assured gently. "Now, I am going to put you to bed.
  The House Elves will bring you lunch. One of them will stay and be sure
  that you will eat it all," they reached the gargoyle that guarded his
  office. "Red hots," he said causing the gargoyle to open revealing the
  spiral stairs. He bowed Severus into his office, then to the bedroom door.
  "I will return by bedtime. You will be well rested." That was an order.

  "Will you be alone?" he should not have said anything, but the question
  slipped out.

  "I will be alone," Albus kissed his lips, but strangely, did not try to
  deepen it. "We are going to settle some things tonight, my child." With
  that he left.

  Severus slept for several hours until a pair of House Elves brought his
  food. At least it was nothing too strange: Ham and potatoes with green
  beans, fresh backed bread and a small butterscotch pudding for desert.
  Nothing that would cause an adverse reaction.

  He slept for a while longer, but when he woke up, he hurt. He had a
  backache, swollen ankles, seeing that Albus would be back soon, he decided
  to take a hot shower. He would need to be at his best when his husband
  returned. He had to find some way to placate the old man without ending up
  being forced to submit to Sirius Black!

  The hot water felt so good on his body. He managed not to cringe when he
  looked down at his enormous breasts. He still was not used to that part of
  the change. Though he felt much better as he gently ran his hands along his
  stomach, feeling the baby reach out and meet his hand. "It will be alright,
  Godric. I will find a way to keep you safe."

  He felt the cold air before he heard the door open. Bracing himself against
  the tile he closed his eyes and waited for Dumbledore. Would he just take
  him, or use the willow switch first, or something worse?

  His eyes snapped open as cold metal touched his throat. Urine mixed with
  the steaming water that ran down his legs. A black gloved hand held the
  knife firmly against his skin. The stark white mask of a Death Eater rested
  on his shoulder as the robed body pressed against his. A distorted voice
  hissed a single word.

  "Traitor."

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 7 *****
Subjugation - 7






  The black robed, white masked Death Eater held the blade to Severus'
  throat. Time seemed to stop. The only sound that of the running water from
  the shower until finally the distorted voice growled. "Did you think that
  you would escape our justice?"

  "Justice?" gasped Severus staring straight at the showerhead that spewed
  steaming water over his chest and the arm of the Death Eater.

  "Did you believe that because the Dark Mark is no longer on your arm, that
  you were pure? Forgiven? You betrayed our Lord. You were one of his
  chosen," Severus bit back any number of angry retorts about what he had
  been chosen for.

  He had to find a way to stall the intruder until Dumbledore returned, which
  should be any minute. What he could not fathom was how the Death Eater had
  breached the wards of Hogwarts? They were some of the most powerful in the
  Wizarding world.

  Surely this could not be one of the more powerful Death Eaters. All of the
  members of the Inner Circle were dead, period. Only a few very low ranking
  Death Eaters whose faces Severus had never actually seen at any of the
  infamous Dark Reveals could possibly still be at large.

  He tried to calm himself. His life was bad right now, but he did not want
  to die. Certainly not while he carried Godric.

  "Our Lord betrayed us all," this was a gamble. Possibly a deadly one, but
  he had to try. "He forgot about everything except for his obsession to kill
  Potter. That is what destroyed him."

  "You gave our secrets to that old man," the knife was pulled more tightly
  to his throat. A slight trickle of blood, diluted by the water dripped
  between his breasts and over his swollen belly. "It was you who caused us
  to lose. Who caused so many more worthy men to die?" Severus stiffened as
  the knife was drawn closer, deepening the cut. He was forced against the
  other man.

  He was quite surprised to feel a good-sized erection poking his backside
  through the robes. The Death Eater was excited?

  "I was not even in the Inner Circle! I did not know enough to bring him
  down," OK, that was a slight fib. "It was Potter and Dumbledore, who killed
  the Dark Lord," that was true; he had only just been rescued from Malfoy's
  dungeon when the attack on Hogwarts came. At the time he had been
  incapacitated. "They consigned his soul to the void. There is no ritual to
  bring him back."

  Ah, well, that was his story and he was sticking to it.

  "No one could believe that you betrayed Voldemort. You were his favorite,"
  the voice hissed. "I saw him change you," a gloved hand ran over his
  breasts, though the hand holding the knife did not loosen. "I watched him
  take your virginity," the free hand slipped downward between his legs,
  almost playfully stroking his female slit. "You must be tight with only
  that shriveled up old prick to fill you."

  Severus froze. This was very wrong. Why had the Death Eater suddenly
  started feeling him up instead of ranting about wanting to kill him?

  This man could not have watched Voldemort take his female virginity? No one
  else had been present at the time. That had been a very intimate session,
  only for the two of them. The dark mage had wanted Severus' screams and
  pain all to himself.

  Then, suddenly it struck him, the most glaring flaw of this so-called Death
  Eater.

  "No real Death Eater would ever call the Dark Lord by name even now,"
  Severus said softly, he turned his head to look into the eyes in the mask.
  "Albus?"

  Slowly the knife was lowered. The other gloved hand snapped its fingers
  causing the water to turn off. He removed the mask with a slight frown. The
  old man sighed and opened the robes freeing his beard. He was naked
  underneath, though his erection seemed to have deflated slightly. "Pshaw!
  That had me damn hard and you ruined it Severus."

  The younger man stumbled out of the shower, dripping wet and shaking with
  anger, one hand still on his bleeding throat, the other cradling his belly,
  attempting to calm himself and the fluttering movement inside him. "What
  the hell were you doing?"

  "Why, just giving you what you wanted. I thought you liked role playing my
  Pet?"

  "Role playing?" Severus glared at the blood on his hand. "You cut me!"

  Dumbledore reached out and tenderly touched his throat. Severus felt the
  small cut close. The Headmaster smirked. "I thought the knife added
  realism, little touch of spice to the game. You must admit it was pretty
  funny my boy. I scared the piss out of you!"

  Severus' face reddened in shame as he tried to pull away from his husband,
  in frustration he lashed out, hormones racing. "What were you thinking! Of
  course I was scared! The Death Eaters want to torture and kill me! You
  could have hurt the baby and me, you sick bastard!!"

  Dumbledore's backhanded knocked him into the wall!

  "Never use that tone with me bitch! Get on your knees, now!" terrified
  Severus sank to his knees. How could he have been so stupid? "You thought
  that you could placate me by playing cute little games? Dress up like the
  naughty school girl or a boy toy whore to distract me?" The blue eyes
  narrowed. "Stupid twat! Did you think that you could just bat your bedroom
  eyes, spread your legs and wrap me around your little finger!" Dumbledore
  was screaming, the red glow of power radiated from him.

  "Albus, please," Severus shrank away from him trembling with fear.
  Dumbledore's second backhand sent him to the floor on his side. He choked
  as he felt the magic of the full body bind encircle him, trapping him on
  his back with his arms pinned against his sides.

  "I told you we are going to settle things tonight. And so we shall Severus
  my sweet. So we shall," Dumbledore was at least no longer growing. He
  glared down at the cowering man. "First and foremost it is time that you
  understand this one thing. You belong to me! I own your body. You are mine
  to use as I see fit. You exist solely for my pleasure."

  "Yes Albus," he gulped meekly.

  He was hauled up by the hair and backhanded again, knocked him back to the
  floor, unable to catch himself he fell heavily on his right side. "No more
  play acting for the old man, you whore! You will submit to me, completely!
  From now on, I will take a firmer hand. I tried to give you your head, to
  let you come to me willingly. But not you, my, oh so cunning little
  Slytherin! You had to try and deceive me! You would play your games and try
  to gain control over me! ME!" his hand wrapped around the younger man's
  almost waist length dripping wet black hair again, this time he used it to
  jerk his trembling bond mate back to his knees and forced him to look into
  the cold blue eyes.

  "If you ever hesitate to obey my commands, any command, even for a
  heartbeat, you will receive ten lashes. If you raise your voice, or
  contradict me in any way, you will receive twenty. If you even think of
  refusing me sexually, it will be thirty. And if I ever find out that you
  have been alone with Draco Malfoy again, he will be expelled and you will
  receive fifty lashes."

  He almost foamed at the mouth he was so enraged. Dumbledore drew the tough
  willow switch from his sleeve. "I took several pensives from you while you
  slept this week my Love. I had to know what was really on that devious mind
  of yours. I saw you and the little blond git sneaking around behind my
  back, laughing at me!"

  Severus cringed, how could he forget Dumbledore's sick need to take his
  memories! He almost babbled in his desperation to appease the older Wizard.
  "Please Albus, I did not betray you! Draco and I, we were lonely, we both
  needed someone to talk to. I, I..."

  "Quiet!" he dropped the hair and smiled. "Arse up my love. You are
  desperately in need of discipline," awkwardly Severus complied, at least as
  best he could over his belly, leaning forward until his forehead touched
  the floor and his hips were high in the air. There was no way he could
  fight, there never had been, he could only submit.

  The willow switch snapped against his thighs. "One!" he choked.

  By the time Dumbledore reached twenty, Severus was weeping openly. "Such a
  lovely sight," the Headmaster chuckled, running a hand over his mate's
  trembling form.

  "Oh, Albus, there you are, I locked the office door behind me as you
  instructed..." Sirius Black froze, speechless, he blinked at them from the
  doorway, then smiled and looked smugly at his old foe. "And here I was
  worried about being early."

  "Early?" Severus gulped from the floor, not wanting Black to see him in his
  humiliation, but too afraid of Dumbledore to move. "But, but..."

  "I said I would be alone? I was, now I am not," slipping the switch into
  his sleeve, the older wizard smiled as Black walked in. He wore a pair of
  muggle jeans and a black turtleneck sweater, which could be seen beneath
  his teacher's robes. When he saw the old man was naked beneath his own open
  robe, with a rampant erection protruding from beneath his beard, Black
  reached boldly out and ran a hand along it.

  Dumbledore touched his cheek tenderly. "Always such a good boy," he
 chuckled as they kissed passionately, then both turned their attention to    
  Severus.

  "Hmm, Severus Snape, naked, arse in the air, on the floor of a bathroom in
  a full body bind," Black's smile was predatory. "Where have I seen this
  before?"

  Dumbledore snapped his fingers releasing Severus from the body bind.
  "Stand," he said softly. Severus slowly, painfully tried to comply. The
  Headmaster finally had to help him. When on his feet, he turned away to
  hide as much of his body from Black as he could. "Very good. Now my pet,
  since you and I have reached our understanding, I want to solve this little
  problem between you and Sirius."

  The Headmaster took Severus by the arm and gently pushed him to stand
  before the leering Black. He looked down, else he would try to struggle,
  and be punished. "I want the three, ah, sorry, four of us to be a family.
  Please, for me, kiss and make up."

  "Come on Severus. Albus and I have had a lot of long talks lately. We found
  so many things we had in common. Like getting a hard on just thinking about
  that sweet arse of yours," Black kissed his forehead. "We talked a lot
  about, different things that we both wanted to do with you together."

  An oddly gentle hand took hold of his chin and tipped it up. "I will not
  hurt you," Black smiled. It was strange, he had not changed much since
  their school days, though he had a few gray hairs now, he still looked
  every inch the Golden Gryffindor. The one that had hurt, sexually abused,
  and tormented Severus Snape for almost seven straight years.

  "Why?" he croaked hoarsely, his black eyes still downcast.

  "Because Albus wants us to be family," Sirius Black leaned closer and
  touched his lips to his rival's pale cheek. "Very close family," he
  whispered. This time he captured the tightly closed mouth, and the kiss was
  no longer gentle. His tongue demanded entrance, and Severus knew he had no
  choice.

  The kissing, it was so very strange. In all the times that Sirius Black had
  taken him, the only time he had ever attempted a kiss had been just a few
  hours before in the Potions classroom. Not too surprising, since usually
  the Slytherin would find himself bent over something or on hands and knees.
  Neither position made kissing a viable option, even if the Gryffindor were
  inclined to indulge.

  In the end, Severus parted his lips, allowed Black to explore him at will.
  Not only with his tongue, but also with his hands.

  He hated the way the Gryffindor kept touching his belly. Hated that worse
  then the tongue in his mouth, or the fingers that played with the rest of
  his trembling body.

  Severus knew that he was tainted, had been from a young age. But his baby
  was innocent, and if he had anything to say about it, would stay innocent.
  He would find a way to keep Sirius Black from hurting Godric.

  A hand touched his back, and a warm hard body nestled against him from
  behind. When Black broke the kiss with Severus, he leaned forward to kiss
  Dumbledore over his shoulder.

  Oddly enough, Severus felt only morbid curiosity. He wondered which of them
  bottomed, and did Albus enjoy beating Black as well?

  There was a pleasant thought.

  "You need not be jealous of Sirius my Pet. He will never take your place,"
  Albus stroked his belly gently. "Let us adjourn to my office," he kissed
  his spouse on the shoulder, then took him by the hand.

  Having no choice, Severus meekly followed the pair out of the bathroom to
  the bedroom, then to the study. Dumbledore sat on the old flora print
  couch. "Come here Love," he patted his thighs, the obvious intent Severus
  was to sit on his lap. When the younger man moved to comply, he felt
  Dumbledore put up a hand on his backside. "Just a moment," He was standing
  nervously before the man, his long legs spread. He was not surprised to
  feel a touch at his opening. A finger worked the rather cold lubricant in.
  He tried not to think about either what was happening, or what he knew must
  be about to happen.

  "Now, sit," as expected he was carefully guided from that awkward position
  to impale himself on Albus Dumbledore's erection. He was not sure which
  hurt worse, the massive cock sliding deep inside him, or the welts from the
  lashes that stung his buttocks and thighs.

  When the old man was completely sheathed, Severus was gently encouraged to
  lean back against Dumbledore's chest. Between the beard and his wet hair,
  his back itched terribly. Though that was the least of his problems.

  "The two of you simply need to get to know each other better," the old
  wizard sounded like the kindly Headmaster counseling a troubled student.
  "Now remain still my Pet. Sirius has never seen a Hermaphrodite up close.
  He is curious," Severus tensed as Sirius Black knelt between his wide
  spread legs even as Dumbledore stroked his sides and murmured
  encouragement.

  A bizarre panic welled up inside him. He should not feel this, he was
  already being degraded by Dumbledore. Why should it matter that Black was
  going to touch him, almost certainly fuck him?

  Because, he realized with horror, that this was different. Black had used
  him many times in school, raped him anytime he was too slow to escape. On
  several occasions, he and Potter and Pettigrew had even used the Imperious
  curse to force him to suck them. They had done so many things to him, but
  he had been completely male.

  Though he had only had been like this for roughly eight months, he was
  hardly a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but somehow, this was
  worse than anything else that had been done to him during his servitude to
  Dumbledore.

  The female opening, it was the one part of him that Sirius Black had not
  taken, that his enemy had not despoiled. Now Black would have that also.

  He felt tears well up in his eyes as Dumbledore thrust up, and Black kissed
  him and slid a finger in his vagina. A sick thought struck him. What he was
  now, just an object to be used, abused.

  Dumbledore's prize whore. Three holes, no waiting.

  He cringed as the hated man touched him again. His skin burned at every
  point of contact. "Could he scoot down a bit?" asked Black, a finger
  twisted inside his squirming victim. "This is a bit awkward thanks to that
  big belly of his."

  "Of course," Albus happily obliged, rocking him back at an uncomfortable
  angle.

  "Perfect," Black played with him, letting his fingers delve into the very
  dry slit. "Hm, not happy to see me Sev?" he noted that in addition to the
  tight unresponsive hole, his pale toy's male parts were also flaccid.

  Not that he cared. Black opened his trousers and moved to place his member
  at the opening. "No, please Albus," Severus whispered in panic, white
  knuckles gripping the material of the couch. "The baby..."

  "Now, now my Pet, Poppy said that sex was perfectly safe for another month
  or so as long as no excessive pressure is put here," he patted Severus'
  belly. The baby was bouncing and kicking as it felt its 'mother's'
  agitation. "Just relax, my Love. You are being so very ungrateful! Here you
  have two virile men wanting only to pleasure you, and all you can do is
  whine! Many people would envy you!"

  That was when Black began to push in.

  Severus screamed! Dumbledore slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling the
  cries, but did not use magic to quell them. "Fuck ya!" Black hissed,
  thrusting deep.

  He was being torn apart! Severus sobbed as both men moved inside him. His
  entire body was throbbing in agony as each man pushed into him.

  When hot seed finally coated the abused female channel he could only scream
  louder. Then the older man filled the other side, and both pulled out. He
  limply slid to the floor, curled up as best he could into a tight ball, and
  whimpered pathetically.

  Black moved to sit on the couch beside the Headmaster. For a long time all
  both men could do was watch the wretched trembling form at their feet. They
  began to touch each other. Soon Black leaned over and kissed the
  Headmaster. Severus did not even notice, nor care as the men kissed and
  stroked each other. When they finally broke apart, Dumbledore looked at an
  old, brass clock on the wall. "Breakfast time already?" he chuckled. "Let
  me see," he drew his wand and pointed it at himself. His black Death Eater
  robes changed to a flowing light blue robe decorated with bright yellow
  moons and stars.

  He adjusted his glasses then stepped over Severus.

  Albus Dumbledore and Sirius Black, walked to the door. "Severus, my Pet,"
  the Headmaster looked down at him and shook his head. "Get cleaned up and
  come to breakfast. You cannot lay here naked, cluttering up my office all
  day," they were talking together intimately as they left, locking the door
  behind them.

  Severus sobbed pitifully. His body shuddered through a convulsion, twisting
  with the pain that engulfed him completely. When the agony subsided
  slightly, and thought returned, he gingerly moved a hand to touch his much
  too moist opening. With a sense of dread he brought the wet fingers up
  where he could see.

  A cry of despair escaped his throat as he saw the blood...

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 8 *****
Subjugation - 8






  Albus Dumbledore had to stop at the entrance to the infirmary and take
  several deep breaths to keep himself from storming in and dragging Severus
  back to their rooms by the hair!

  When that damned house elf had appeared on the Staff table and told him
  that Severus was ill and Madame Pomfrey wanted him ASAP, he had almost
  blasted the simpering creature to smithereens!

  As it was he had to fend off the rest of the staff, assure them that
  Severus was being a bit overcautious about his health lately. He had said
  it was nothing serious just a bad case of 'first baby' jitters. Hagrid had
  wanted to come with him to the infirmary just to make sure Professor Snape
  was OK. It had not been easy to talk him out of it.

  Gods, sometimes he wished he could just put the entire staff under
  Imperious and be done with it. Maybe he could get something accomplished
  for a change!

  He had to keep calm. Make sure that none of this got out to the Ministry or
  more importantly, the press. The Ministry he could manage, with persuasion
  from the Wizongamot they would be more then happy to cover over any of his
  little marital problems. It was the press that could be a problem. They had
  no loyalty, no sense of tradition. They only wanted to tear things down.

  They were vermin that should all be exterminated for the good of the
  species!

  Finally temper cooled somewhat, he took the handle in hand and opened the
  infirmary door. "Madam Pomfrey?" he called as he looked around for her.
  "Madam Pomfrey?"

  "Oh, Albus! Thank Merlin you are here!" the Mediwitch gasped from a doorway
  at the opposite end of the room, as she approached him, her hands were
  shaking. He took them in his own and patted them gently.

  "What has happened?" he said looking concerned. "Is Severus all right?"
  'Stupid cow!'

  "I think he will be," she choked back a sob. "Albus, he was hurt so badly -
  he almost lost the baby," she closed her eyes, her breath caught as she
  spoke. "He came stumbling through the floo, naked, and bleeding. Merlin! He
  has been raped," she tried, but was losing the battle to maintain control
  her emotions. "There was tearing in the vagina, and the cervix was
  bleeding. It was a near thing, but I managed to stop the contractions and
  keep the embryonic sac from rupturing. He will need total bed rest for a
  week, at least." She was almost babbling now. "There are some kind of,
  gods, there are marks like those of a whip, all over his thighs and, and,
  on his," Dumbledore drew her into a hug. "Go on, I must know."

  "He had fresh semen in both the anus and vagina. I think he was raped by at
  least two men!" She swallowed.

  "My poor Severus! Did he tell you who did these horrible things to him?"
  the Headmaster tried to sound like a concerned husband, not the guilty
  party. Though if Severus had said anything it would most likely be Sirius
  that was implicated.

  "No, he fainted from the pain just after coming through the floo, and then
  I had to give him some very strong potions to save the baby. He will not
  wake for several hours."

  "Have you called the Aurors yet?" he asked hiding his nervousness.

  "No, not yet, I had to help Severus first. I was about to call them," she
  took a deep breath and pointed to a pair of opaque vials on a tray on a
  cart sitting against the far wall. "I have samples of the semen for the
  Aurors. We have to catch whoever did this. Those monsters almost killed
  your baby, Albus. Gods, what if they try to hurt a student next?!"

  "Madam Pomfrey," the Mediwitch turned to look at the Headmaster.
  "Obliviate!" he cast the spell, and then turned. "Accio samples!" he
  growled coldly, this caused the two corked vials to fly to his outstretched
  hand. "Listen to me carefully. Severus came to you in a panic with phantom
  labor pains. He made himself upset over nothing so you gave him a sedative
  and called me to take him back to our rooms," he placed the vials in his
  robe pocket. He looked at the paintings. They seemed to disapprove, but he
  did not care, all of the paintings and ghosts in Hogwarts were under a very
  powerful charm not to reveal anything that Dumbledore did.

  It was good to be the Headmaster.

  Madame Pomfrey blinked, and then smiled at the Headmaster. "Come this way,
  Albus. The poor thing got himself all emotionally upset over nothing," she
  assured. She led him to the isolation room where Severus lay in fitful
  sleep. "He will feel better waking in his own bed with his husband beside
  him."

  "Yes Pomfrey, he will," Dumbledore forced a smile. His mate looked so
  beautiful, so vulnerable that Albus almost had a pang of regret about what
  he was going to do to him.

  Almost.

  It had been a long time since Remus Lupin had visited Hogwarts. Running a
  hand through his now mostly gray hair, he could not help but think of why
  he had stayed away. He had not been here since that horrible night in July
  when he and Albus had brought an almost broken Severus Snape to the
  infirmary.

  That night, after swearing not to reveal Severus' condition to anyone he
  had been sent to work in Romania with Charlie Weasley. And he was glad to
  go.

  Lupin had missed the last battle. Though since it had been on the night of
  a full moon, and there was no way that Severus could have made the
  wolfsbane potion in his condition, Lupin would have been a danger to
  everyone.

  He had also missed the many days of celebration. Missed Albus and Severus'
  wedding. Missed so many things.

  He supposed that he should have come back before this. Visited Harry,
  Sirius, but somehow he just could not do it. Not while the dreams kept
  invading his nights. The much too revealing dreams of a pale, black eyed
  frightened, naked creature, a strange mixture of male and female, so odd
  and yet so beautiful.

  Severus had always been so very beautiful.

  In those dreams, this creature crawled timidly to him, black eyes glowing
  with fear, and, perhaps desire. And when he woke Lupin was shaking,
  sweating and painfully aroused.

  The dreams should not happen. They were wrong. Especially since he was
  dreaming about another man's bond mate. And those dreams were only slightly
  changed from the dreams that he had been having since his second year at
  Hogwarts. He tried everything to end them, even Dreamless Sleep Potion.

  And yet, they continued.

  He should not be here, but Harry had begged him to come. Something had
  recently come over Sirius, Harry had said. His old friend was distracted,
  withdrawn. He seemed to be spending all his time with Headmaster
  Dumbledore. Remus was not sure what he was supposed to do, but in the end
  he could not ignore Harry's plea.

  As he entered the Great Hall, he saw only a single figure up at the staff
  table. It was between breakfast and lunch, so it should not be in use.
  Brushing off the dust of his travels from his still shabby robes, and
  walked towards the table. With a smile looked down at himself. The Ministry
  was actually paying him fairly well for his work with Charlie and the
  dragons but he had not bought many new things. The old robes were just too
  comfortable, and he was used to them.

  Moving silently he walked over to the figure at the table. Professor
  Trelawney was staring intently at a spread of Tarot cards set out before
  here on the table. So intently in fact that she did not notice Remus until
  he leaned just a little too close. "OH!" she gasped, then very quickly
  composed herself. "Ah, Remus Lupin, welcome, I saw in my tea leaves this
  morning that you were coming."

  "Of course," his slightly haggard, though still handsome features were
  neutral, though it was hard not to laugh. "So, Sybil, what are you so
  enthralled?" he asked, though he had to take a step back to keep from being
  over powered by the smell of incense that permeated her skirts and scarves.
  Even if he did not have the heightened senses of a werewolf, her scent was
  pungent.

  "Well, I was doing a reading for Severus. Did you know that he was in the
  infirmary?" He shook his head no; he had only just arrived and had heard
  nothing yet. "Albus says that it is nothing serious, but the poor thing has
  seemed a little depressed of late and I wanted to see if I could help. I
  have found the reading most distressing," she frowned pushing up her
  glasses. "The cards never lie, but, what they show is troubling."

  "Troubling?" he leaned closer, ignoring the thick sandalwood scent.

  "Yes. You see the card here, in the center of the pattern? This represents
  Severus," Remus swallowed hard as he studied the card. There was what
  looked like a woman with long silver hair. She was hunched over, head down
  with one arm over her eyes as if crying. Nine swords were behind this
  desolate woman, they seemed to form a cage, holding her captive. Her
  posture was that of someone alone, isolated. It obviously did not bode
  well. "I am very concerned; one meaning of this card can be miscarriage."

  "I hope that is not what it means here," gulped Lupin, trying to hold at
  bay a growing sense of dread.

  "The card here is the immediate influence," she pointed to the card that
  was just above the first card. It was the Eight of Swords, and it was just
  as disturbing. This time it was a woman with her arms bound at her sides, a
  blindfold covered her eyes. The young woman was completely surrounded by
  swords stuck into the ground on all sides. "This card can mean calamity,
  sickness, with Severus in the infirmary, I cannot help but worry," she
  pointed to another card, over to the right of the pattern. "This is
  Severus' present potion."

  The card was of a truly horrible creature: a greenish colored, inhuman
  monster with wings, horns and an upside-down pentacle on its forehead. The
  thing stood partially behind an altar. A naked man and woman cowered before
  it, each attached to the altar by a leash. Below the beleaguered pair in
  four different languages was the name of the card.

  The Devil.

  "This one can mean subordination, bondage, black magic, self destruction. I
  am not sure what to make of all this, but I am very concerned," the usually
  somewhat flighty woman admitted. "The only thing that might be positive is
  the Final outcome."

  She pointed to a card at the top of the spread. It was another woman. This
  one wore a silver crown, and held an upraised sword in one hand and a
  balanced scale in the other. The name of the card was Justice. "I think
  perhaps that whatever is happening, in the end the scales will be
 balanced."                                                                   

  "We can hope," Remus noted. "Do you know where Harry Potter is?"

  "Most of the students are in class for at least another hour. Though you
  might check in the Library. I saw Harry's friend, that Granger girl there.
  I believe she is doing research for a graduate project or something. I am
  sure she can tell you."

  "Thank you, Sybil," he walked out the staff door, feeling more apprehensive
  than when he arrived.

  He had his way quickly to the Library. Hermione was not hard to find, she
  was the only person in the room as far as he could tell. She looked up as
  he stepped in, a smile flashed on her face, and a look of what could only
  be relief on her face. She pushed her books back, ran over and hugged him.
  "Nice to have someone glad to see me." He chuckled softly.

  "More then you know!" she whispered, then glanced around as if to be sure
  they were alone.

  "Do you know where Harry is?"

  "He and Ron are in Apparation training. I took the summer course and passed
  it in August, so I have a free period," she glanced around again.
  "Professor Lupin..."

  "Remus, I am not your Professor right now."

  "Remus," she led him back over to her impressive pile of books. "I am so
  glad you are here. I have been confused, not sure who else I could turn to.
  I have tried to talk to Harry and Ron but they are just not interested.
  They say I am imaging things. That it is not my concern," she sighed sadly.

  "Is there something wrong Hermione?"

  "Maybe. I do not know for sure. I, I am not sure what to do. I, have a
  suspicion that there is something very bad going on, but..." she chewed her
  bottom lip. "I have no proof and I do not want to get anyone in trouble if
  I am mistaken..."

  "No offense, Hermione, but you are babbling," Remus put a calming hand on
  here shoulder. "I promise to keep an open mind. And that I will not repeat
  anything that you say until we find out something concrete. OK? If you
  think something bad is happening, you need to tell someone."

  "All right," she took a deep breath. Then started babbling again. "I, think
  that, I, believe that, that Professor Snape-um, Dumbledore... I think, that
  maybe, um, I..." She swallowed then looked him in the eye. "I think he is
  being abused."

  Remus Lupin was speechless.

  WARNING:

  Some people may want to skip to the end of this part. The violence against
  a pregnant person may be more then they can handle. It creeps me out and I
  wrote it.

  Severus' black eyes snapped open. He started to sit up, but the pain caused
  him to fall back onto the bed. His mind attempted to emerge from the potion
  induced haze that blanketed it.

  The first coherent thought in his head was of blood, pain and blood! The
  baby! He curled around his belly, touching it, willing his child to move,
  to still be safe in his womb.

  For an eternity he felt nothing. Tears welled in his eyes; a sob escaped
  his trembling lips. But then he felt it. The gentle tell-tale push against
  his trembling hand. A foot, at least, he was pretty sure it was. But that
  did not matter as long as his baby was alive.

  "So, Sleeping Beauty awakes at last," Albus Dumbledore stood in the
  doorway, his eyes were completely cold. The red glow of uncontrolled power
  had already begun to swirl around him.

  "Albus," he cringed in abject terror, trying to sink lower into the bed.

  "What were you thinking? I leave for five minutes and you go crawling to
  Pomfrey!" the older Wizard hissed. "You could have caused a scandal that
  would have destroyed this school!"

  "But I was bleeding!"

  "Then you should have called me!" he growled with fury!

  Severus forced himself to sit up, feeling almost naked in the white
  hospital gown. He nervously placed a trembling hand on his belly. "Please
  Albus, when you left I started having contractions. I was going to lose the
  baby! I had to..."

  Dumbledore was on him in an instant, hand at his throat! But his voice was
  low, almost frighteningly calm when he spoke. "You should have called me."

  "But I would have lost the baby!" he countered, meeting the insane blue
  eyes.

  "If you lose this one then I will fuck you until I make another!"

  Staring at his husband in disbelief, his mind pushed well pasted terror,
  Severus let go of all reason. He kicked Dumbledore in the stomach and,
  freed from his choking grasp, somehow managed to roll off to the other side
  of the bed, putting it between them.

  "Monster!" he gasped, almost collapsing against the far wall. "I will not
  let you kill my baby!"

  "HOW DARE YOU!" Albus Dumbledore straightened slowly. He saw red as he
  pointed his finger at the bed. Power surged. Severus shrieked and hit the
  floor as the bed was tossed at him like a toy. It slammed into the far
  wall, the wood splintered! "You stupid Slytherin slut!" magic swirled
  around the Headmaster. "I should break your skinny neck!"

  "Albus, no!" he whimpered from the floor. "Please, I will do anything,
  spare my child!" He crawled to Dumbledore, huddled on his knees before him.
  "Please Albus. P, Please Master!" he sobbed desperately!

  He cried out as the Headmaster dragged him to his feet by the hair and
  instead of a backhand, used his fist to punch Severus, sending him
  stumbling to the floor, blood pouring from his broken nose. "I took you
  into my heart, I loved you and this is how you repay me!" he kicked at the
  cowering man, striking him in the shoulder. Then again, same shoulder, he
  heard bone break.

  Severus hit the wall, and scrabbled clumsily to the corner. "Please, please
  do not hurt my baby! Do not hurt my baby!"

  Dumbledore stood watching Severus begging abjectly for the life of his
  child.

  End violence, begin sick manipulation

  "Shhhh, it is alright Severus, you are safe now," Albus lovingly stroked
  his bond mate's long matted hair. "I am here. You are safe."

  "Albusss?" the trembling wizard slurred the word, gasping from breath
  through his mouth since his nose did not work. Blood drained down his
  throat, making him sick. He vomited blood.

  "Oh, Severus, why do you continue to provoke me?" the Headmaster carefully
  knelt beside him. He ignored the blood still on his bond mate's mouth and
  tenderly drew the cringing man into his lap. "I love you, Severus. I am
  your husband. I am supposed to protect you. But when you make me so angry,
  how can I think straight?!"

  "Sorry. Please, forgive me," he whimpered through the pain, fighting every
  impulse he had and snuggling into his tormentor's embrace. He had to. Had
  to keep calm. The baby still moved.

  "It will be alright now, my Love. I have some healing potions that you made
  some time ago. We can use them to heal the surface wounds. The marks of
  where I disciplined you. You would not want anyone to see them. You need to
  be taken care of. We do not want anything to happen to Godric. Though we
  must think of something to tell Pomfrey. That you had some sort of
  accident."

  "Y,yes Albus," he whispered.

  "Things will be alright now Severus. You will be good. Obedient. You will
  not ever defy me again will you my Love?"

  "No Albus," he answered softly.

  "Everything will be alright. We are going to be such a happy family, you,
  Godric, Sirius and I," he was fondling his bond mate's belly playfully. "We
  will have so much fun. I can almost see him now. Godric will be very
  handsome, powerful, and dominate like me."

  "Yes Albus."

  "And we can have more children, many more children. I would love to have
  several daughters. You can teach them so much, Severus. Teach them to be
  compliant and submissive..."

  He continued to speak, saying things that felt like a knife in the younger
  man's heart. The Headmaster was telling him what he would do with, and to
  their children.

  This was the one thing that he had never allowed himself to even think
  about. Dumbledore hurt him, but he never let himself consider that he might
  do the same thing to his own children!

  He should have known that any man who would rape someone, beat him, make
  him his sex slave held nothing sacred.

  No perversion was too sick.

  Not even incest.

  Appalled, Severus continued to answer his insane rant with the occasional
  'Yes Albus.' Or, "No Albus," but inside his mind was working more clearly
  then it had for months.

  The Slytherin in him had a lot to say. 'You are too weak and vulnerable to
  fight. Submit for now, do anything he wants without question.'

  'You said that before,' he noted. "Look where it got me.'

  'You tried to work by his rules. Wake up Severus!" the inner Slytherin
  snarled. 'The only rule is that Dumbledore makes the rules and changes them
  whenever the mood strikes. He does not want your obedience. He wants
  complete and abject submission. And you must give it too him. He is much
  stronger then you are. There is no choice. Be the perfect fawning 'wife' to
  Dumbledore until after the baby is born, and you are not so weak and
  vulnerable. Then you use your Slytherin cunning to become a widow.'

  'Good plan,' Severus smiled slightly at the thought as the pain slowly
  faded and blackness enveloped him.

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 9 *****
Subjugation - 9






  Remus Lupin could only sit and listen incredulously as Hermione laid out
  the evidence she had amassed that Severus Snape-Dumbledore was being
  abused.

  "I began to think that something was wrong the moment they walked into the
  Great Hall together back in October," she had told him. "Professor Snape,
  Snape-Dumbledore... I will never get used to calling him that. He was so
  different. And it was not just his physical appearance, though that was
  jarring enough. He was so 'submissive,' when he and Professor Dumbledore
  are in a room together; he does not look at the Headmaster with love. He
  bows his head, lowers his eyes and never really lifted them. He does not
  act like himself, but more like a beaten dog. He tries to hide it, but I
  have actually seen him cringe when Dumbledore touches him."

  "Severus is going through a lot, Hermione. He has never tolerated much
  physical contact," he left that thought where it was. Since he was not sure
  how much the students had been told about Severus' captivity by the Death
  Eaters. He did not want to say too much.

  "He is not teaching the advanced classes this year, instead we have that
  strange Professor Praetorius. I really wonder about that one..." she said,
  and then shook her head. "There was no reason to replace Professor Snape.
  Dumbledore said that the change was supposedly because of the toxic
  substances used in the advanced potions. But, he would only have needed to
  take three unimportant potions off the syllabus to avoid the ones that
  could have caused him any difficulty."

  "Carrying a child is hard, Hermione. Perhaps Professor Snape-Dumbledore did
  not think that he could be on his feet all day. Besides, the advanced
  classes can have some of the more spectacular meltdowns."

  "That is true," she conceded. "I did not interact with him much until last
  week when Professor Dumbledore asked me to assist him with the younger
  classes. On the first day, I helped him put up some supplies. He dropped a
  jar of pickled snake tongues. We both caught it at the same time. His
  sleeve ended up being pushed back. He moved away quickly, but I saw bruises
  on his right wrist. They looked like fingerprints. Like someone had grabbed
  him, hard."

  "There could be any number of explanations for that. Maybe he just bruises
  easily?" he said weakly.

  "Yesterday, after class, he let down his guard and allowed me to feel the
  baby move," she smiled a little, "he looked so happy, feeling the kicks,"
  her face darkened. "Then Professor Black came in."

  "I am very well aware that those two have never gotten along," he
  acknowledged.

  "He actually tried to bolt when Professor Black said he wanted to touch
  him, to feel the baby move. I think he would have run, but I was in the
  way. He recovered his composure and tried to act like he was not afraid.
  But he was obviously terrified. He backed away like a cornered animal and
  just stared at Professor Black like he was a rampaging dragon, until
  Dumbledore came in. The Headmaster told Professor Snape to allow Black to
  touch him, it did not sound like an order, but the look in his eyes. It
  scared me. It was obvious that Snape did not want to, but he looked
  trapped, frightened. Then I was summarily dismissed. The substitute
  teacher, Professor Praetorius taught the rest of his classes for the day.
  Next I heard he was in the infirmary."

  "Headmaster Dumbledore probably just wants to end the animosity between
  them. It has been going on for a long time," Lupin countered. "There was
  not necessarily anything sinister about the request."

  "You know, it has been almost four years since we found out about this feud
  and no one has ever told us why they hate each other," Hermione was about
  to say more when they heard a commotion in the halls. Both jumped to their
  feet and rushed to the door. Outside was growing pandemonium. Students and
  teachers were dashing past talking excitedly. A few of the female students
  were in tears.

  When Ron and Harry appeared at the end of the hall Remus stepped out.
  "Harry, Ron, what is going on?"

  "Remus!" Harry ran over and hugged him.

  The werewolf returned the hug, and then asked, "What the hell is going on?"

  "I am not sure. One of the Slytherin fifth year girls came running our
  Apparation class saying that she saw Headmaster Dumbledore carrying
  Professor Snape through the hall. She said there was blood everywhere!"

  "Merlin!" gasped Remus thinking of the tarot cards, one had meant
  miscarriage! Then he realized, "But, I thought that he was already in the
  infirmary?"

  Ron shrugged, "Hey, we only know what we've been told."

  "Come on." Remus Lupin led the way through the bustling halls to the
  infirmary door where the population of the entire school, staff as well as
  students seemed to be waiting.

  Even Flich the caretaker, he held the oddly passive Mrs. Norris in the
  shadows near the end of the hall. His unshaven leathery face actually
  showed concern.

  Slytherin house was there in its entirety. They were near the door to the
  infirmary waiting; the only sounds they made were sniffles and little
  choking noises.

  The other three houses were also there, though they were speaking quietly.
  Speculating on whether or not the baby would survive and then someone whose
  voice was not readily recognizable noted that Professor Snape-Dumbledore
  was really hot with big breast. Though when Slytherin House turned en mass,
  with a collective, very Snape like 'death glare' that could probably drop a
  hydra at twenty paces, did that line of discussion die.

  --- After about an hour of whispered speculation Headmaster Dumbledore
  looking very pale and haggard stepped out of the doorway to face the
  anxious crowed. He actually was not faking his concern. Albus Dumbledore
  did love Severus, and did not want anything to happen to him.

  If only Severus had not angered him!

  His voice sounded raspy and tired as he spoke. "First, I want you to know
  that Severus and the baby are both alive. Though," he added sadly, "not out
  of danger."

  "What happened, Albus?" Remus asked the question that was on every mind.

  "Remus? My boy, I did not know that you were here. I wish it were under
  happier circumstances," the older wizard took a deep breath. "As most of
  you know, Severus was in the infirmary this morning. This was because of a
  case of nerves. Pomfrey gave him a sedative and I took him to our rooms to
  rest. When I left him there he was asleep, I had gone down to see Professor
  Sprout. I can only guess that Severus woke alone and came to find me. One
  of the staircases must have moved. I found him on the landing..."

  Everyone waited as he composed himself. Hagrid sobbed at the back of the
  room, as did several of the younger students. And to Remus Lupin's surprise
  he caught a glimpse of Draco Malfoy. The boy had tears running down his
  cheeks.

  Sirius Black walked over and put a hand on Dumbledore's slumped shoulder.
  McGonagall hugged the Headmaster. He sighed drinking in the attention.
  Perhaps he could persuade Minerva to 'comfort' him later in private...

  He turned back to the people of Hogwarts. Severus would be so pleased to
  know that so many people care about their baby.

  "Severus has a severe concussion, broken left shoulder and collar bone,
  fractured right eye socket and broken nose," Dumbledore reminded himself
  not to hit him in the face again. He did not want to cause any permanent
  disfigurement. "He must have landed on his shoulder from perhaps three to
  four meters up. The baby's condition is for the moment, stable, but the
  umbilical cord was slightly torn. We had to floo the Emergency Mediwitch
  staff from St. Mungo's. They have done what they can, but even magic has
  limits. They have tried to repair the damage, and placed Severus in a
  healing trance."

  "He must be kept as still as possible. For his sake, and the baby's, any
  movement could...." he closed his eyes for a moment. "They will be
  monitored constantly. A potion to accelerate the baby's growth has been
  used. They believe that if they can keep Severus from going into labor for
  the two weeks before Valentine's Day," he choked slightly, "that our child
  will be just fine."

  He sighed. The Daily Profit would hear about this soon enough. They would
  want an interview. No pictures though. The last thing he wanted was photos
  of Severus in his present condition all over the Wizarding World.

  "Is there anything that any of us can do?" asked Madam Hooch with a slight
  hitch in her voice. There were tears in her usually cold eyes also.

  "If any of you believe in any particular deity, prayers would not be
  amiss," he sighed trying not to laugh. "If not, positive thoughts would be
  appreciated."

  ---

  All classes were canceled for the rest of the week. It was obvious that no
  one would be able to concentrate on schoolwork, especially not the
  Professors.

  The crowd broke up soon after Dumbledore's announcement. He also said that
  the older students were free to go to Hogsmeade during the week as long as
  they were back by supper.

  Remus went with Harry, Ron and Sirius to spend a little time with them.
  Hermione quickly realized that she did not want to be in their company so
  she excused herself and took a long walk to clear her head. Eventually she
  found herself standing outside of Hagrid's hut. She saw him siting on the
  stoop watching some deer near the edge of the forest. There were tears
  shining in his eyes.

  He was taking this hard. Hagrid loved Dumbledore like a father, and had
  been so happy about the baby. The half giant could not wait to spoil the
  boy rotten. He had bought enough baby toys for an army of infants.

  Hermione almost turned around, but she that thought perhaps, she could help
  take his mind off of what had almost happened, and just maybe she could
  discover the answer to a nagging question.

  She could not ask Remus Lupin. He was very reluctant to speak ill of Sirius
  Black. Maybe Hagrid knew something, after all he had been Groundskeeper
 when Snape and Black were students and he could not keep a secret when       
  asked a direct question.

  After the preliminary greetings, she went right to the heart of the matter.
  "Hagrid, do you know what started the hostility between Professor Black and
  Professor Snape?"

  For one of the few times in his life the half giant did not smile. He
  looked a little sad as he spoke. "Yeah, I know. Started the first day, of
  their first year, on the Hogwarts Express. Professor Snape were just a
  little thing then, smallest kid in the school. Looked like he were not more
  then six or seven. He were all skin and bones, coulda run between the
  raindrops 'n not got wet. Some of us, we wondered if maybe someone might
  not outa check up on his folk, ya know? We wondered if..." he shook his
  head to clear out an unwanted thought. "Anyway, James Potter and Sirius
  Black found 'im all alone in a car asleep. Black, he says that Sev'rus was
  sucking his thumb, be that as it may, there weren't no cause to toss 'im in
  the luggage bin were it? Then they used a silencing charm on it so as no
  one would hear 'im. By the time they made it to Hogwarts, with Remus Lupin
  and Peter Petigrew in tow they'd forgot about it. At least, that's what
  they says."

  "No one knew he were missin till 'is name were called to be sorted.
  Dumbledore sees the guilty look on Potter and Black, they tried to deny it,
  but, ya can't lie to Dumbledore. They admitted what they did, but couldn't
  remember what car they left 'im in. Then there was me an half the staff
  rushin down to catch the train afore it pulled out."

  "They just dumped him in the luggage bin for no reason?" Hermione was
  shocked.

  "James Potter said that Sev'rus looked like a vampire an' he was getting
  'im out of the sun. Poor tyke. It took 'nother hour or so but I finally
  found 'im. Opened the door he tumbled out inta my arms. Were a sight, eyes
  all red from cryin, couldn't even talk were so hoarse from screamin fer
  help when no one could hear. His poor hands were bloody from poundin on the
  door," Hagrid sighed. "Must a been my size but I scared 'im. He took one
  look 'n bit me, took a chunk outa my hand, then ran for the door. We'd a
  prob'ly had to chase 'im out there in the dark if Professor Flitwick hadn't
  stunned 'im."

  Hermione could not believe that something like this could have happened.
  Why had Sirius Black and James Potter not been expelled half a dozen times?


  Hagrid smiled a little as he continued. "Flitwick revived Sev'rus when we
  got to the castle. Sev'rus tried ta run again. Slammed right inta
  Dumbledore. Ya shoulda seen 'im, tryin to bite and kick the Headmaster,
  like a little wild thing. But after a few minutes, Dumbledore 'as him
  gentled down, snuggled up in his arms sleepin just like a baby. Since all
  the students were in bed, Dumbledore took the little fella to his rooms,
  had 'im sleep there since 'e dinna have a house yet."

  "Everything I learn about how the Marauders treated Snape makes me sick,"
  sighed Hermione sadly.

  "Now, he did his share o' hexin' later, but...Yea, they were mean ta him.
  Ta make things worse, ol' Raynard Malfoy got wind of it all from Lucius, he
  were a third year then. First he wants Sirius and James expelled and when
  that didna work, the snake tried to say Professor Dumbledore did somthin'
  improper havin' a little boy in his rooms alone all night. Sayn' that he
  molestered Snape or some such," Hagrid growled. "Bloody Malfoy, were an
  evil git just like his son! Thinkin' Professor Dumbledore would do somthin'
  horrible like that to anyone!"

  She heard Hagrid's heartfelt anger, but Hermione's thoughts wondered to a
  very ugly place. Had Dumbledore started abusing Snape his very first night
  in Hogwarts? When he was only eleven?

  ---

  While Hermione Granger digested that piece of the puzzle, Headmaster
  Dumbledore was sitting beside his stricken bond mate recalling the same
  incident.

  'You have always been so beautiful,' he stroked the long soft hair. 'You
  hid it well behind unwashed hair and a formidable demeanor. But I always
  saw the real you.'

  He recalled the first time he saw the painfully thin, terrified child that
  had slammed into him, and fought him that first night. Bit his thumb and
  thrashed like some wild black eyed demon. It had taken a strong spell to
  subdue him. Dumbledore had held the tiny form to his chest being the kindly
  Headmaster. But very quickly he had to leave the room saying that the child
  needed rest.

  But the truth was that the feel of that tiny form against his had made him
  painfully aroused.

  It had been such sweet torture, to have such lovely innocence in his bed,
  yet not to be able to touch him. The boy had not looked quite human, with
  his pale almost ghostly white face, partially hidden by jet-black hair. He
  looked like a pen and ink line drawing of a child.

  Deviant Severus had named him. This was true, but he did have some sense of
  honor. As well as some common sense. He would never touch a student.
  Period. No matter how tempting the student happened to be.

  And he had been sorely tempted that night. Most of it he had sat on the
  edge of the bed, touching himself. Watching that delicate creature, his
  chest rising and falling in sleep, moist lips parted, begging to be
  ravaged.

  Dumbledore had spent a lot of money during the next two years in Knockturn
  Alley with many prostitutes, a lot of poly-juice and some of young Severus
  Snape's long black hair. Though during the third year he could get off
  vicariously by watching Severus being taken by other Slytherin, or Black,
  Potter and Pettigrew.

  Severus had left the Headmaster's room that night untouched. This had
  nothing to do with morals. It was simple logic. No matter how careful he
  thought he might be, if it were somehow to get out, he would be ruined.
  Things had been dangerous enough not stopping what happened to Severus
  later. The abuse that he allowed, even silently encouraged by Black, Potter
  and the Slytherin, he had ways to deny his knowledge of these, even under
  Veritaserum.

  "I do love you, Severus," he said aloud, kissing the long slender fingers
  one at a time. His blue eyes found the monitoring crystal, which lay on his
  bond mate's partially exposed chest, between the mounds of his breasts. It
  pulsed green, meaning that all was well with mother and child for the
  moment. He traced the delicate curve of his repaired collarbone. "I have
  always loved you."

  "From the first moment I saw you, I have wanted you. I knew that I would
  have you. That one day you would be on your knees before me," Albus
  whispered into Severus' ear. "Death will not release you, Severus. I will
  not allow it. You belong to me," he cradled the limp left hand and kissed
  the ring on it. "As long as you wear this ring, you are mine."

  His hands strayed to his 'wife's' swollen belly. It seemed larger already.
  The skin stretched up, what he thought was a foot poked out at his hand.
  "Godric, my sweet son," he sighed. "Will you have your mother's lovely
  black eyes?"

  "Albus," he turned to see Sirius in the doorway. "Sorry to disturb you. I
  can leave, if I am intruding."

  "No, never my son. It is a comfort for you to be here with us," he did not
  mind really, he was family after all.

  When he called Sirius son, it was not a meaningless endearment. Sirius
  Black was his son.

  At that thought his mind went to Sirius Black's mother. She had been such a
  beautiful woman. Too bad she turned into a shrew. At least he had never
  married the bitch. Just spent one wild night with her while her husband was
  out of town.

  Actually he had been surprised when he noticed something of himself in
  young Sirius. He could see his smile, his nose, before Grindelwald had
  broken it in their final battle.

  Evil bastard Grindelwald, but what that man could do with his tongue.

  Albus had thought when he had shagged Black's mother that she had at least
  had the sense to use a contraceptive potion. Stupid cow could have ruined
  him. When he did the paternity test during their second year, it had been
  his name that appeared over the startled Sirius. Yet another reason not to
  expel him for his little tricks on Severus. They had taken to one another
  immediately. They had so much in common.

  Graduation night had been incredible when Sirius had come to him, made love
  with him...

  Some people would say this was wrong gaining pleasure from someone so
  closely related. But why? Because of some artificial constraints set up by
  moralists to control the masses? In nature, siblings often procreated, and
  did a stallion not mount his daughters?

  That night could only have been better if Severus had been with them.
  Dumbledore had planed to seduce Severus. Unfortunately Lucius Malfoy had
  come just after the Leaving feast and collected the rather dazed looking
  (drugged?) young man. Probably delivered him right to Voldemort's bed.

  "You have been here for three hours, you know? He is not going anywhere.
  Why not come with me for a little relaxation?"

  "What did you have in mind?" the old man smiled.

  "You have such a large collection of toys. And you never use them with
  Severus, why not?"

  "I prefer having my own cock in him; I just cannot bring myself to use the
  others. It seems somehow, sacrilegious. But if you would like to spend a
  little time in my playroom, then we can flip to see who gets to bottom,"
  Black obviously liked that idea. "Pomfrey can get Remus. According to her,
  Remus is always outside the infirmary."

  "He is concerned about Severus and the baby. Remus is so soft hearted.
  Albus, I love seeing him again. But I wish Remus would understand," Sirius
  sighed. "He never did. He never saw that Snape liked being our bitch. Remus
  wanted us to leave him alone. Try to get along," he rolled his eyes.

  "Do not worry about Remus. Perhaps one day we can make him understand. I
  would love to watch him take Severus. I know he wants to," Dumbledore
  smirked recalling how close the shocked Remus had been to getting a blow-
  job when he had found the two of them in the cell. "All this sex talk has
  me horny. Let me call Pomfrey," he leaned down and kissed Severus gently on
  the lips. "I will be back soon."

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 10 *****
Subjugation - 10






  Remus Lupin and Hermione Granger sat on either side of the still figure of
  Severus Snape-Dumbledore. His long jet-black hair stood out starkly against
  the crisp white sheets that the specially trained house elves from St
  Mungo's had very carefully changed by magic not an hour before.

  The Headmaster had been sitting with Severus all night and needed to sleep.
  Remus had been sitting outside the infirmary as usual along with Draco
  Malfoy and two sixth year Slytherin girls that Remus did not recognized.
  For the five days that Severus had been entranced there were always at
  least two Slytherin outside the infirmary at all hours of the day and
  night.

  They should not be there, but no professor had the heart to order them
  away.

  Professor Black had asked Remus if he could stay by Severus for a few hours
  while he made sure that Dumbledore got some rest. Hermione had come in
  about an hour later when she heard that Remus was alone; always before
  Remus would end up with either Black or Harry keeping him company in his
  vigil. Hermione did not want to try and talk to him with them around.

  The Potions Master was so frail. His cheeks were hollow, eyes sunken, which
  looked very odd beside his swollen breasts and belly. As bad as he looked
  he was at least stable. They did not have to have someone at his side round
  the clock. The mediwitches from St Mungo's came once every four hours to
  check him. And besides having the House Elves there to tend to his bedding,
  see that the IV bag was full and the needle firmly in place, they had set
  up a monitoring system.

  But that did not reassure anyone. Even with the Monitoring Crystal on his
  chest it was the unspoken consensus of the inhabitants of Hogwarts that he
  was not to be left alone. Hagrid took many turns, just sitting beside
  Severus telling him how things were going in the school. How much he was
  missed. Sometimes the half giant would have to be almost dragged away from
  the stricken man's side.

  Head bowed Remus blinked the tears from his eyes as his hand brushed
  Severus' pale cheek. To see him like this was heartbreaking. He wanted to
  hold Severus close. To gather the deathly pale man into his lap and protect
  him.

  Protect him from anything, everything, nothing.

  He did not want to believe Hermione's suspicion that Dumbledore was abusing
  Severus. These horrendous injuries must be an accident. They had to be.
  Dumbledore loved Severus. No one could hurt someone that badly if they
  loved him, certainly not someone who carried his child, could they?

  "Now that the St. Mungo's elves are gone, I want to try something,"
  Hermione finally broke the silence.

  "Try what?" asked Remus nervously. Hermione had become even more convinced
  that Severus was being abused. Frankly, she was almost obsessive over the
  idea.

  "Legilimency."

  "What?" Remus gasped in disbelief. "You cannot be serious, Hermione. To
  look into someone's mind without their consent is a gross invasion of
  privacy. Not to mention illegal."

  "Professor Snape is in a potion induced trance, he cannot give consent. It
  is the only way to find out. Victims of abuse are often too intimidated by
  their abuser to seek help. That is why some abuse can go on for years.
  Professor Snape may have been victimized from the first night all of you
  came to Hogwarts."

  "You think that Dumbledore molested Severus that night? I remember hearing
  that he stayed in Dumbledore's room that first night but the Ministry put
  Severus under veritaserum because of Malfoy's accusations. Severus told
  them that he slept peacefully the entire night. The professors made sure
  that we all knew that." Remus shook his head, unable to believe what he
  heard. "Hermione, I cannot sanction forcing your way into someone's
  mind..." Remus gulped.

  "I will not use force. I can scan his surface memories. We have to do this.
  It is all we have! Remus, if what happened to Professor Snape," she made a
  dramatic gesture over the prone man. "If this is a result of Dumbledore's
  abuse then we must know for sure. We must do something! Could you live with
  yourself if we just turn our backs on them and Snape or the baby ends up
  dead next time?!"

  It was Remus who chewed his lip. The thought of delving into anyone's mind
  made him nervous; doing so without permission was completely abhorrent to
  him. But if it were true? If Dumbledore was abusing Severus, not knowing
  could cost both Severus and his unborn child their lives. And if he could
  have prevented them for being hurt and did nothing, it would be one
  thousand times worse then just looking the other way when Sirius tormented
  Severus when they were students.

  "Are you sure you know how to do this?" he swallowed hard.

  "I have practiced on everyone in the Gryffindor common room. With their
  permission," she added hastily at his frown.

  "All right. But just surface memories; do not try to go in too deep. The
  last thing we would need is for his heart rate to start racing and set off
  the monitoring crystal. Then we would have to explain what we were doing to
  the Mediwitches who would come charging through the floo."

  "OK." she nodded drawing her wand. "Watch the door and make sure that no
  one comes in. This should not take long," Remus took up his position beside
  the door. Hermione cleared her mind. "Legilimens!" she gasped as images
  began to assault her mind. She had almost hoped that she was wrong. That
  she would see her professor stumble and fall off the moving staircase.

  The first thing she saw was Dumbledore wrestling with a very 'not' pregnant
  Snape on the couch in the Headmaster's office. Suddenly the younger man's
  clothes disappeared and he was thrown to the floor! Dumbledore was on top
  of Snape pinning him. The Headmaster used a spell to bind his hands, then
  opened his own robes. She gasped at the size of his cock. The man was huge!


  He plunged in, causing Severus to scream in pain. The Headmaster started
  thrusting his hips, though his robes partially covered them it was obvious
  what was happening. The kindly old headmaster's face was a portrait of
  savage unadulterated lust.

  It was terrifying.

  She could not hear them, but she did not need to. Their actions were
  obvious. She felt sick watching as Severus with tears streaming down his
  face, begged Dumbledore to stop. The older wizard's answer was to bite the
  nipple of his very feminine breast till blood oozed down the side.

  That horrific picture faded, and Snape in his now familiar rather feminine
  clothes was bent over a chair in a disused classroom, held down by a spell,
  Dumbledore had a long slender branch that he used to strike his bond mate's
  bare buttocks. Leaving red marks, and in some spots drawing blood. This
  continued until the Headmaster became bored and threw down the branch
  caught Snape by the hips and slammed into his arse.

  The scene changed rapidly, beatings, rapes by Dumbledore were mixed with
  what must be older memories. Sirius Black, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew
  were forcing a very small, very young Snape over a desk in that same
  disused classroom Dumbledore had used, taking turns at him. Someone that
  she could not identify in a Slytherin student robe had him on his hands and
  knees.

  Then her heart went cold as she saw Voldemort. This was the Dark Lord as he
  once was, imposing, regally handsome. This was obviously before his first
  encounter with Harry Potter. He was brutally raping Snape. The younger man
  was tied facedown on a stone altar like a sacrifice, being violated before
  a cheering crowd of Death Eaters.

  She could hardly breathe. Then she saw a fresh memory of Dumbledore and
  Sirius Black both in him at the same time. She almost threw up watching the
  two men violate his pregnant body. Dumbledore held a hand over his mouth to
  muffle his screams of pain. Then when the pair had finished ravaging his
  frail body, she watched him slide limply to the floor...

  The only counter to this horrendous abuse seemed to be a few stolen moments
  hiding behind one of the greenhouses, talking with Draco Malfoy.

  She felt bile rise in her throat as she saw what had to have been the
  prelude his 'accident'.

  Saw Dumbledore angrily yelling at the heavily pregnant Severus, almost
  strangling him. He tried to fight back, tumbled awkwardly away across a
  bed. Dumbledore raged, surrounded by wild magic, the bed went flying. More
  blows, Severus bleeding, on his knees begging for the life of his child...

 She pulled herself free, stumbling away from the bed feeling sick.           
  "Hermione, are you alright?" Remus caught her as she slumped against him.

  "It is worse then I ever imagined!" she sobbed into his chest. Slowly as
  she tried to regain her composure she whispered, "Dumbledore almost
  constantly beats and rapes him - when he was a student, everyone did;
  Black, Potter, most of the Slytherins, my god, Remus, they were raping him
  while you were at school!"

  "Merlin," he held her close, eyes on Severus' pale face. "Sirius and James
  r-raped Severus?" he stuttered over the word rape unable to reconcile it
  with the memories of his friends.

  "Many times," Hermione sniffled. "It was monstrous! I wonder if he has ever
  had consensual sex in his life?"

  "This is too much," Remus whispered. Sirius and James raped Severus? That
  could not be!

  But he knew in his heart that was true. Suddenly some of the little jokes
  they played on Severus took on a whole new meaning. He recalled how he had
  thought it funny when the pair had hexed the sullen Slytherin's clothes to
  look like a harlot's low cut, bright red dress during the leaving feast of
  their forth year. And how hard he and everyone else, even Flitwick had
  laughed when they stripped him of his underwear in full view of the school
  in fifth year. The little Head of Ravenclaw house had tried to be stern
  when he gave ridiculously light detentions to them all.

  Remus remembered Pettigrew with his beady eyes fixed on the inverse
  Slytherin. He had all but drooled at the sight. And he remembered when he
  had come back to the dorm early and heard James and Peter refer to Severus
  as anyone's bitch...

  "We have to do something for him," Hermione stifled a sob.

  "But what?" he gulped wrestling with his own disturbing revelations.
  "Should we call the authorities?"

  "We cannot, at least not yet," Hermione swallowed, worked to pull herself
  together. "It would be my word against Dumbledore. If Snape has meekly
  taken this abuse for so long, I doubt he will admit anything. Besides I did
  do something illegal to find out what was happening. We need to talk to
  Draco Malfoy."

  "Draco Malfoy?" Lupin asked. "Why?"

  "Because one of the things I saw was the two of them talking together
  clandestinely. I think Snape confided in him," she answered. "We will need
  to get real evidence if we are going to help Professor Snape and the baby.
  Maybe Malfoy has information. If I can get him to talk to me."

  Severus had felt the intrusion into his mind. He had almost pushed the
  intruder out on instinct. He was powerful enough in Occlumency for him to
  eject someone so unskilled even in his weakened state. But when he realized
  who it was, and more importantly, what the Granger girl was trying to find,
  he let her see. Even deliberately gave her images of his rapes by the
  Slytherin and the Marauders. He had to make sure that someone knew. Even if
  it were only so that someone would try to help Godric in the very likely
  event that he did not survive his attempt to kill Dumbledore.

  It would take all of his cunning to succeed, to free him from the insane
  man. He knew full well that he would only have one chance. If he failed,
  and Dumbledore could trace the attempt to him, Severus would be lucky if he
  died quickly.

  He sighed, his ears registering the conversation like some distant echo.
  'Yes Granger, talk to Draco. He knows...' he thought as his mind started to
  drift off again.

  Draco wondered for the hundredth time why he stayed sitting outside of
  Professor Snape's room. Dumbledore would never allow him to see Severus. He
  often expected to be told to leave the hallway. He could almost feel the
  contempt from the Headmaster when he walked by, but he never said a word.
  Hardly ever even acknowledged his existence.

  The young man's head drooped against his chest. His mind still asking
  questions that he had no way to answer. What had happened? The last time
  they had been able to speak, Severus seemed sure that he had finally found
  the old pervert's weakness. He had been almost happy.

  Then suddenly, Severus was fearful again. Malfoy could see that much in
  those deep obsidian eyes when they glanced his way.

  Just before the 'accident' he was constantly watched, unable to come near
  Draco, always hounded by both Dumbledore and Professor Black. Even Hagrid
  had attached himself to Severus if he dared to step outside, effectively
  cutting the Potions Master off from his one source of solace.

  Had Dumbledore suspected that they were meeting behind his back? Did
  Dumbledore beat Severus; almost murder his own child because his bond mate
  dared speak to the younger Slytherin?

  He was startled out of his morose musings by the sound of the huge oak door
  to the infirmary opening. He turned, but when he saw it was only Potter's
  gal pal Granger he ignored her and went back to his thoughts.

  "Malfoy," he startled at the sound of his own name. Especially since it was
  spoken in a neutral tone. Not the usual derisive one that he had come to
  expect from any Gryffindor. The tone that made his once proud name sound
  like something foul that was scrapped for the bottom of one's boots.

  "What do you want, Granger?" he hissed. Draco did not even think the insult
  'Mudblood'. He knew better then to say that word, or anything that might
  make her angry. Not unless he wanted to be hexed into next week in some
  darkened corridor by her earnest protectors. Which he was fairly certain
  meant Sirius Black as well as Potter, Weasley and the rest of House
  Gryffindor.

  "I need to speak to you, Malfoy," Granger insisted. Frowning, Draco stood
  and followed the tall somewhat bushy haired girl down the corridor.

  "So what do you want?" he said when she finally stopped a good distance
  from the Slytherin girls who waited outside the infirmary for some word of
  their Head of House.

  None of the Slytherin considered the oddball Praetorius as anything more
  then a very temporary substitute teacher. He was not even a real Slytherin.


  "I need to talk to you about Professor Snape."

  "What about him?" Malfoy shrugged. "Since you are allowed to see him and I
  am not, you know more of his condition then I do," Hh whispered bitterly,
  fists balled tight at that thought.

  "Do you know how he ended up like that?" she asked softly.

  "Dumbledore said he fell," he answered curtly.

  "Do you think he fell?" he looked her in the eye at that statement. He
  could see no deceit, sense only deep concern. What did she know? Was she
  trying to trap him? Or, could the Gryffindor really want to know the truth?

  "Why would our esteemed Gryffindor Headmaster lie?" he inquired not
  trusting her.

  Hermione understood why he was suspicious. Malfoy was now the school
  whipping boy. Pretty much anything could safely be blamed on him and many
  of the Professors would happily go along with it and give him very stiff
  punishments at the drop of a hat. Which to Hermione seemed a poor reward
  for having resisted Voldemort.

  Hermione leaned closer, on the opposite side of his face then the scar. She
  knew that he was self-conscious about it. "I know that this was not an
  accident," her voice was so low even Malfoy barely heard it.

  He swallowed and looked at the young woman in a new light. Did she really
  want to know? Was she trying to trick him? Trying to somehow get him
  expelled for spreading malicious rumors?

  Or did she really want to help Professor Snape? Could he take the chance?

  Considering what had happened to Severus, could he afford not to try?

  "Shrieking shack," he whispered back making up his mind. He could do
  nothing to help Snape on his own, but perhaps with a Gryffindor on his
  side? "Midnight," then he turned on his heals and walked back to where the
  other Slytherins were waiting and watching intently. "Bloody Gryffindors,"
  he said allowed sounding thoroughly disgusted. "Cannot wipe their own
  noses," the girls giggled, then summarily ignored her.

  Hermione blinked then turned and walked slowly towards the Gryffindor
  dorms. She would have to see if she could borrow Harry's invisibility cloak
  tonight.

  It would seem that she had a 'date'.

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 11 *****
Subjugation - 11




  It had been easy for Hermione Granger to sneak out of the Gryffindor dorm
  that night. As far as she could tell no teachers patrolled the halls.
  Everyone was too busy worrying about Severus Snape-Dumbledore and his
  child. She was surprised that the usually indifferent Ron and Harry
  expressed hopes for the health of Snape as well as the baby.

  Even the most diehard of the Snape haters in Gryffindor (who seemed to grow
  fewer by the day) could not wish the 'mother' of Headmaster Dumbledore's
  baby ill.

  She moved silently under the cloak, having told Harry that she intended to
  use it to sneak into the library and do some studying. He had handed it to
  her without comment.

  Her sneakers were drenched with dew as she approached the Whomping Willow.
  Sensing her presence it became agitated and began to lash out. She found a
  stick and very carefully touched the knot that calmed the writhing tree.

  Hermione moved slowly through the long tunnel. It smelled musty from
  disuse. As far as she knew, no one had been in here for three years. After
  all Remus had not been at Hogwarts on a full moon since then.

  She saw the faint outline of fresh wet footprints. Larger then her own, but
  not too big. Looked like Malfoy all right. He was tall and slim, with hands
  and feet that seemed small and oddly delicate for a boy.

  The Shrieking Shack was just as bare, rundown and cold as she remembered
  it. She looked around the 'living room' and sighed. Where was Malfoy?

  "What took you so long?" she turned to see Draco Malfoy standing at the top
  of the stairs holding his wand up over his head. The tip lighted casting a
  soft white light over the gloom. His shoulder length hair took on a silver
  cast, making him look almost spectral, not human.

  She wondered if he did that deliberately.

  Hermione frowned, "How did you know I was here?" she asked removing the
  cloak.

  "The trap door opened and no one came in," Draco Malfoy sounded very much
  like his old snide self. "I presumed that you borrowed Potter's
  invisibility cloak," he did not say the name Potter with a sneer on his
  face as he once would have. It was flat, unemotional. He had too much on
  his mind to worry about Harry Potter.

  "Yes, I did. Though I did not need it. Even the ghosts are hovering in the
  corridor outside Professor Snape's room," she certainly could not fault his
  logic. She climbed the steps and looked up at him in the dim light. He kept
  the left side of his face towards her,

  "There is a room up here with some furniture that is not too rotted and
  torn," Draco shrugged and turned away from her. He strode towards the room
  without waiting to see if she followed. After a light hesitation she did.
  It was what she was here for after all.

  Not too rotted was his assessment. Hermione thought it generous but said
  nothing as she sat gingerly on the edge of an old moldy looking chair and
  Malfoy claimed a tattered bed. Also positioning himself on the edge. The
  mattress showed evidence of claw marks and had little stuffing left. He
  ignored it and focused his intense gray eyes on her.

  Hermione Granger, one of the smug, annoying Gryffindors that he had once
  derided with epithet Mudblood. And now he needed her. "What do you want to
  know?"

  "I need details," she met the frost cold eyes. "I know the basics, that
  Dumbledore is abusing Snape, but I need to know what he has told you."

  "You know? Did he tell you of it? Is he conscious?" he asked allowing a
  little note of hope. She noticed that he had kept his scar facing away from
  her, but when he leaned forward slightly she saw it. He noticed her staring
  and turned away, ashamed.

  Hermione looked down nervously. Even when Draco Malfoy was being an
  arrogant prick, he had always been a good-looking arrogant prick. He
  actually was still quite handsome in her opinion, but she doubted that he
  would believe it coming from her.

  "He is still in the healing trance, but in a manner of speaking, he did
  tell me," she answered, though she felt reluctant to admit exactly how she
  found out. Technically what she did was illegal and could actually net her
  two years in Azkaban for, ironically, the crime of Mind Rape. "I observed a
  lot of suspicious things since Professor Snape returned in October."

  "If he is still unconscious and unable to speak, how did you confirm your
  suspicions?" He was tensing up.

  Hermione thought for a moment. "Give me your word as a wizard that you will
  not reveal what I say to you to anyone."

  He blinked in surprise. "You used Legilimency?" he blurted out before she
  could answer.

  "I saw images from his life. Horrible things," she said by way of
  admission.

  "Then I presume you saw our virtuous Gryffindor Headmaster impregnated
  Professor Snape by rape."

  "Malfoy, this is not about house rivalries," Hermione said stiffly.

  "Dumbledore, Black, Potter, Pettigrew. They were all Gryffindors," Draco
  hissed jumping to his feet. "Severus went to the Headmaster when Black and
  his cohorts first raped him. As always he was dismissed out of hand. The
  Headmaster all but told him that he was expected to shut up, bend over and
  take it," he slammed his fist into the headboard of the bed, which
  collapsed noisily to the ground. "When Dumbledore raped him he was actually
  naive enough to look for justice. The Wizongamot was all too eager to
  believe anything the old pervert said over a mere Slytherin! They had proof
  that he was assaulted, but they did not want to see. They took Professor
  Snape's rights on the spot and handed him over to Dumbledore. He has no
  money, or rights, no legal status at all except as Dumbledore's property!
  The Ministry stripped Severus of everything." Hermione cocked her head when
  he slipped and called his Head of House Severus. But she supposed if he
  were the only one Snape could confide in they probably had become very
  close.

  "You want details, Granger? Here they are. Dumbledore keeps him a prisoner,
  beats him, forces him perform deviant sex acts. He is trapped, and even if
  he did escape, the Ministry would just track him down and hand him back to
  Dumbledore. And if he causes too much trouble, the Headmaster always has
  the option to dump him in St Mungo's for life."

  As disgusted as she was by all that he had told her, she bristled. "None of
  that is the fault of House Gryffindor," Hermione knew she should not be
  angry, but she would not hear her house berated. "As you might recall, your
  father, who also raped Professor Snape was a Slytherin, and a Death Eater,"
  Malfoy flinched at her words. "I saw many things Malfoy. I know that when
  he was a student here most of the Slytherin upper classmen were using Snape
  as their common room whore," she instantly regretted her hasty words as
  Malfoy turned away trembling. "Wait," she said more softly. "I should not
  have said those things. I am sorry, Malfoy, it does no good for us to
  fight. Please, this does Professor Snape no good."

  "You are right. We have to think of Severus and the baby. He did not fall,
  did he; it was Dumbledore who hurt him?"

  "Yes. He was furious for some reason. I am not adept enough at Legilimency
  to hear what is said, but..."

  Slowly the slim blond haired young man sat back down on what was left of
  the rickety bed. He hesitated, as if wrestling with himself over something,
  then with a look of determination on his face he reached into his robes.
  "Take this," he handed her a vial filled with a glowing sliver liquid. It
  was tall enough that when her fingers closed around it she still saw that
  corked top and thick glass bottom.

  "Is this a pensive?"

  He nodded. "Severus gave it to me for safe keeping."

  "Why did you not show it to anyone?"

  "You do remember what happened last time the Ministry came to arrest
  Dumbledore, don't you, Granger?" he shook his head in disgust. "They could
  never hold him; the man is still one of the most powerful wizards who ever
  lived. He also has the acquired wealth of several lifetimes to draw on
  while he plotted his vengeance. And he would want vengeance, Granger.
 Severus and the baby would never be safe. Severus told me only to try and    
  get that out to the Daily Profit or some other paper if he and his child
  were dead. A last 'fuck you' to ruin the Old Bastard. And get a bit of his
  own back from Black," he gave her a very cunning smile. "Even the great
  Albus Dumbledore could not obliviate the entire Wizarding World."

  "How very Slytherin of him," she could not help but smile just a little.
  "So why are you giving it to me?"

  "Because, Granger, you are a Gryffindor. Maybe you can persuade someone to
  help him," Malfoy bowed his head. "Just be very sure of anyone that you
  share this knowledge with. If any of this gets back to Dumbledore, Severus
  may not be the only one in danger."

  Hermione opened her mouth to speak, then shook her head, dazed at the
  thoughts that entered her mind. She had not thought about that at all.
  Albus Dumbledore was not the sweet eccentric grandfather that everyone
  thought he was. She now knew that he was a violent possibly psychotic man.
  He had viciously beaten a pregnant person almost to death. Why should he
  balk at murdering a student?

  "I will be careful. Just so you know, the only other person that I have
  told so far is Remus Lupin. He wants to help."

  "Ironic," Malfoy flipped his white blond hair back from his eyes. He
  managed an almost sad half smile. "Show it to the werewolf."

  "We had best get back to our dorms," Hermione suggested lifting the
  invisibility cloak from the floor at her feet, though she did not put it
  on. There was no need yet, at least until they were back out of the tunnel
  under the willow.

  They walked on in silence, until they got back to the entrance to the
  tunnel. Hermione stopped just before it. "By the way, Malfoy, how did you
  know about the passage under the Whomping Willow? I thought it was supposed
  to be a secret?"

  "It is," he answered with a smirk. "But if there is one thing that we
  Slytherins are good at, it is uncovering secrets, and using them to our
  advantage. We consider it an art form."

  Draco Malfoy surprised Hermione by offering her his hand to help her out of
  the entrance. "We had best get back inside. Put on the cloak," he said
  turning to walk away.

  "It is big enough for three in a pinch, if you want to use it to get back
  to the school unseen..." Hermione was not sure why she made an offer that
  he would surely scoff at.

  "The secret entrance to the Slytherin dorm is on the other side of the
  castle. Besides, no one is out tonight but us, and maybe Hagrid. If he
  catches me he will pat me on the head and tell me to get on back to my dorm
  before I get into trouble."

  "True."

  She started to pull on the cloak when Draco stumbled backwards into her.
  "Bloody Hell!" he hissed dragging her to the shadowy alcove near the far
  corner of the castle. "Dumbledore just came round the corner. Where is the
  cloak?"

  "He can see through it," she gulped her eyes finding him in the darkness.
  She watched in horror as the man she had once respected above all others,
  the man that she now feared, strode inexorably towards their sanctuary. She
  felt a tremor of fear as his dark blue robes swirled around him in the dim
  light. She had seen him wear those same robes when raping Professor Snape.
  Her mind instantly replayed a half dozen of those rapes.

  The man was a monster. How can she just smile innocently and say 'Hi,
  Headmaster. Bet you are wondering what Draco Malfoy and I are doing out
  here in the middle of the night near the Whomping Willow together?'

  Then she felt a hand catch her by shoulder, she opened her mouth to speak,
  when his warm lips caught hers. Hermione froze wide-eyed with shock, what
  the hell was he doing? She started to fight, to push him away. But suddenly
  her usually agile brain kicked into gear. She wrapped her arms around his
  neck and kissed him back.

  This would give them an instant explanation for being out without any hint
  that it involved Snape. Even Dumbledore would be too shocked at seeing them
  like this to wonder about any ulterior motives they might have had for
  being outside.

  And he was not a bad kisser really.

  It was hardly the first time that the Headmaster had caught hormonal
  teenagers in a clench. He could see them in the shadows, excitedly writhing
  against one another; both were, as far as he could tell tall and slim with
  long hair. Could he have stumbled upon two girls? Hmm, it would have been
  fun to watch and see just how far they were intending to go, but it was
  dangerous outside the castle at night. It would not do at all to have
  students get themselves killed.

  Too much paperwork.

  "Children, this is not the time or the place for such a display of
  affection," Albus Dumbledore said gently.

  The pair broke apart guiltily. Dumbledore's eyes narrowed as Draco Malfoy
  stepped out of the shadows. "Sorry Headmaster," he said looking tousled and
  slightly flushed. "We, ah, came out to watch the moon rise."

  "And were overcome by its beauty," Albus forced a smile glancing at the
  tiny sliver of moon high in the sky. "Ten points from Slytherin for being
  out after curfew. Go back to your dormitory. It is not safe outside the
  castle at night."

  "Yes Sir," he took Hermione's hand and tried to ease her past the older
  wizard without him seeing her face.

  "A moment," the raspy voice commanded. "Come closer," Draco moved. "I meant
  your companion, Mr. Malfoy."

  "Hello Sir," Hermione blushed as she stepped out into the light looking
  very guilty. As well as thoroughly kissed.

  "Miss Granger, I would have expected better from you," his usually kindly
  eyes were very hard. "Professor McGonagall would be most disappointed in
  you, child. There will not be a repeat of this irresponsible behavior,"
  this was a statement of fact.

  "Yes Sir," she wondered if he meant being outside at night, or being
  outside at night in the company of Draco Malfoy. From the look on his face,
  when his eyes found Malfoy, she suspected the latter.

  "Go back to your dormitories now. Both of you."

  "Yes Sir," they both hurried past him towards the side entrance. Malfoy
  bent low. "Typical, he did not even take points from Gryffindor."

  "Shut up," she hissed increasing the speed of her walk to get ahead of him.

  When the door had shut behind the hastily retreating pair, Headmaster
  Dumbledore's mind began to ruminate on what he had just witnessed. 'Malfoy
  and Granger? I knew she and young Mr. Weasley had broken up, but Malfoy?
  How did I miss this development?' he frowned. 'Probably pity. Yes, that is
  what it must be. He is an orphaned now, alone, outcast. And Granger is well
  known for taking up unpopular causes. Like her Elf Liberation Front or
  whatever she called it. Not that it matters. This cannot be allowed to go
  on.'

  Hermione was too good for a skinny slightly effeminate brat from a
  disgraced family. She was a smart, very powerful girl. And over the past
  two years she had blossomed into quite a lovely young woman. She also had
  really nice tits. 'Perhaps I should suggest to Sirius that he pay court to
  the girl? She is of age. Yes, Hermione would be flattered by the attentions
  of a real man as opposed to that skinny child. Besides, it is about time
  Sirius found a wife, started a family of his own. Once he married to the
  girl that will also mean I will not need to share Severus as much. And of
  course I can 'welcome' her into the family properly. Hmm, I may have to
  move up my retirement. So many lovely little things to play with...'

  He walked out towards the Forest wand drawn just in case one of those
  damned Centaurs poked his head up. There were few left now that he had
  actively begun to hunt them down, but they could still be a nuisance.

  Perhaps he would run into something really dangerous. He hoped so, with
  Severus unavailable he really needed a release. Fighting, killing, that was
  not nearly as good as sex, but it would do.

  Sirius was fun and all, but he was not Severus.

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 12 *****
Subjugation - 12




  ** - Indicates Severus' hallucinations.

  **It could be human, though it was oddly proportioned, also very naked. Its
  erect cock jutted out looking more like a knob ended club then a human
  sexual organ. One hand fingered the organ obscenely. **

  Minerva McGonagall, who had been taking her turn at the bedside vigil for
  Severus, gasped and jumped to her feet as the unconscious man cried out and
  began to thrash and flail at some unseen enemy.

  **The creature, with its wild white haired held some vague resemblance to
  Albus Dumbledore, his half moon glasses were even perched at the end of the
  creature' long crooked nose. Still stroking itself the thing held out the
  other gnarled twisted hand. "Would you like a lemon drop?" The thing
  hissed, drooling slightly, holding the yellow, pus oozing things out before
  it. **

  Minerva tried to calm him, but he continued to thrash and whimper with even
  more force. The monitoring crystal that had been resting on Severus' chest
  that had pulsed a steady green now flashed red as it was thrown off by his
  violent movements and shattered on the hard stone floor.

  **Severus stumbled back as the pulsing candies began to expand and send out
  slimy yellow tendrils towards him. **

  Three house elves with the crest of St Mungo's on their sterile white
  towels appeared around the bed, while at almost the same instant a pair of
  young men in white coats came tumbling out of the huge fireplace. Before
  she could say a word one grabbed her by the shoulders. "Please move aside,"
  the burley young man said setting her to one side then moving past to the
  stricken man.

  **"No, please no!" Severus tried to run, but his legs would not carry him.
  His belly lurched as the outline of a huge foot then a hand distended his
  skin. He fell to his knees, dragged down as his belly began to expand to
  grotesque proportions as something tried to flail about inside him seeking
  to escape! **

  She found herself staring as both men moved to stand on either side of
  Severus. Like a well oiled machine the men and elves swarmed over the prone
  figure. The elves appearing and disappearing, setting up trays of
  instruments, towels and such, as the men concentrated on the man on the
  bed. One of the wizards had his wand out and was assessing the whimpering
  man's condition. The other carefully removed the blankets and pushed the
  long legs up and apart so that he could see the female opening.

  **Snape clawed at the hard cold floor, intending to crawl on his hands and
  knees to escape from the tendrils, but his fingernails could only just
  scrape the stone! **

  The white sheet was already soaked with bloody water.

  **He was unable to do more then scoot a scant few inches, his arms and legs
  held away from the ground by his hideously distended belly! **

  The man doing the readings looked at a scroll and quill that had appeared
  near Severus' head, taking in what was being written, then he turned to the
  Deputy headmistress. "We cannot hold the birth back any longer. His water
  has broken, the baby must come out quickly or it will die. But Severus is
  not strong enough to survive a normal birth. We need the Headmaster to give
  permission for a caesarian section."

  **"Help me please!" Severus sobbed, as Professor Flitwick strolled past, a
  beatific smile on his face. The little man did not even spare a glance in
  his direction. **

  "But, why can you not save him?"

  **The tendrils writhed and whipped around him, Madam Hooch flew by in full
  Quidditch gear on her broom. She smiled at him and waved jauntily. **

  "We cannot perform surgery without the next of kin's permission, unless the
  mother dies and that is the only way to save the baby. That is the law,"
  the young man was firm.

  **The yellow tendrils still moved inexorably towards where he thrashed
  about like a beached whale. **

  McGonagall gapped for a few seconds, but knew that she had no time to argue
  with bureaucratic stupidity! She turned and ran to the fireplace, she
  grasped a hand full of powder from a small urn just as Madam Pomfrey
  stumbled onto the door, robe clumsily tied and her hair hanging down half
  in her face, eyes still sleepy. "We need Albus, I will try the floo, and
  you get the elves searching!" she yelled at the startled woman

  **Remus Lupin smiled down at him. His eyes glowed yellow beneath mostly
  gray hair. His teeth grew sharp as his face elongated into a long wolfish
  snout. **

  Without waiting for an answer from Pomfrey the older witch threw in the
  powder. "All Hogwarts!" she yelled into the fireplace. This would connect
  her to every fireplace in the school. Which she knew would wake the entire
  population, students and teachers, but she did not care. "Albus, Severus
  needs you! Come to the infirmary NOW!"

  **The gray werewolf slowly changed from an awkward two-legged creature,
  dropping down to all fours fur darkening to become a gigantic black dog. **

  She stepped back hoping that Albus would come charging through the floo.
  From the fireplace she heard a cacophony of confused voices, but no
  Headmaster. Glancing back as the Mediwizards continued to make ready for
  the surgery, which they could not perform without Albus Dumbledore's bloody
  permission!

  **The black dog's mouth foamed as it circled Severus. The terrified man
  tried to scratch and claw at the ground. He had to escape! **

  The Professor felt near panic. Why had no one thought to have Albus sign
  the damned consent forms as soon as they put Severus in the healing trance,
  just in case? She wanted to strangle someone and at this point she did not
  really care who!

  **Still circling the panting slobbering grim kept looking at him, licking
  its lips hungrily. Severus cringed as his eyes caught sight of it, the
  bright red thing, protruding beneath the dog's belly. **

  Pomfrey had called in a dozen Hogwarts house elves. She ordered them to
  search the castle and find Dumbledore. They nodded their overly large heads
  as one and disappeared.

  **NOOOOOOOOOO!!**

  Several tense heartbeats later the House Elves reappeared in the room, all
  were agitated. "We is not finding the Headmaster," one said wringing its
  long skinny hands together. "Nifty failed!" it sobbed reaching for the
  nearest blunt instrument, which turned out to be a small table lamp, which
  it obviously intended to use in an attempt to injure itself.

  **He could feel the wet heat of the thing's foul breath on his face. **

  Both she and Pomfrey cringed as Severus screamed and thrashed again, his
  body reacting to the contractions though he was not consciously aware. The
  St Mungo's house elves moved quickly to keep him from injuring himself.
 They had no choice but to hold him down while one of the physicians cast a   
  spell to bind his wrists and ankles to the bed.

  **The slimy tendrils wrapped themselves around him. They effortlessly
  caught his wrists and ankles, immobilizing him. One looped over his
  hideously bloated stomach. Another of the things wrapped around his throat,
  cutting off his air! **

  "Stop it!" yelled McGonagall red face with frustration as she snatched the
  lamp away. "Search again! We have to find Dumbledore!"

  ** The black dog circled behind him, nosing its way between his legs.
  "NOOOOOOOO!" he shrieked as the creature mounted him! A massive thing
  pushed its way deeper into his body. Pain shot through him radiating from
  his stomach! **

  To everyone's surprise, Hermione Granger tumbled out of the floo.
  "Dumbledore was outside near the Whomping Willow not half an hour ago," she
  panted.

  **His already distended belly continued to expand even more; soon he knew
  it would explode! **

  The Deputy Headmistress rushed to the tall window. Without a moments
  hesitation she shattered the glass sending a powerful spell through it.
  Bright red beams shot out of her wand lighting up the sky brighter then any
  flare.

  ___

  The dead troll's mangled body twitched reflexively. The bright red blood
  that oozed from many wounds stood out pale on its gray skin. Steam rose
  slowly into the cool air from a myriad of gore splattered gashes.

  Albus' snow white beard was mostly red with splattered blood. He tasted the
  salty stuff in his mouth and breathed it into his nose. With a cold smile
  he looked down at the blood soaked sword in his hand. Godric Gryffindor
  might object to such a cruel, pointless use for his prized sword, but then,
  the old boy was dead, so why should he care?

  He had been savoring the feel of the troll's life force as it had surged
  into him. This was another way for him to gain power, and extend his life,
  to draw in the life force of his fallen enemies.

  And people had actually wondered why he grew stronger with each of the
  Death Eaters he had killed in the last battle at Hogwarts. Why, when his
  final foe had fallen, he had been furious, wishing there had been more.

  His musings were cut short as he noticed a red cast to the sky, and the
  shadow of something moving overhead. He whirled, wand at the ready. His
  heart skipped a beat. A shower of red light and sparks like fireworks
  filled the sky.

  It was an emergency signal from Hogwarts.

  The lights originated from the infirmary window. "Merlin, Severus!"

  Taking a deep breath he had the presence of mind to do a quick spell to
  clean the blood, realizing that he had the sword, he whistled, and threw
  the sword into the air, where Fawkes, his Phoenix snatched it into its beak
  and disappeared. Then he pressed on the red stone, the ruby eye of the lion
  on his wedding ring and instantly vanished.

  Less then a heartbeat later he reappeared in the infirmary at Severus' side
  just as the port key spell of the rings was designed to do, consequently
  startling the Mediwizards. "What has happened?" he demanded with barely
  contained rage and fear.

  "We must perform a Cesarean section," the Mediwizard gingerly he held out a
  clipboard. "Please sign this Sir."

  He shook with the anger that burned through his veins. Only years of iron
  control in public kept him from lashing out violently at these fools. They
  had risked his bond mate and his child over some legal formality!

  Gritting his teeth, he managed to snatch the quill from the young man and
  instead of hexing or raging at him, he signed the paper, splattering ink as
  the tip snapped.

  Oh, there would be a reckoning at the ministry for this outrage!

  The Mediwizard just stood for a moment until Dumbledore growled. "Save
  them!" his blue eyes did not twinkle; they burned. The younger wizard
  turned and all but ran back to Severus.

  "Albus, I am so glad you saw my signal," McGonagall almost sobbed with
  relief falling into his arms. "If Miss Granger had not seen you outside..."

  Dumbledore looked at the nervous young woman. She obviously thought he
  would be angry. Instead he managed a very weak smile and placed a gentle
  hand on her shoulder, feeling her shudder beneath his touch. "Twenty points
  to Gryffindor for quick thinking."

  "Please, it would be best if you would all wait outside," one of the men
  said as the other ran a hand over Severus' bloated belly.

  "Come," Dumbledore held out his arms to usher the three women out into the
  hall. No one was surprised that the narrow hall was already almost full.

  Slytherin was represented in its entirety. Even the littlest first years,
  yawning and sleepy eyed in their pajamas blinked at them, waiting for news.
  Most of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw above fourth year were there, and the
  Hufflepuffs were slowly trickling in.

  Remus Lupin and Sirius Black came in one after the other. Black wore a dark
  burgundy bathrobe and brown slippers. His hair was sleep tousled.

  Remus still wore his clothes from the day. They betrayed no sign at all of
  him having lain down or slept.

  "Since most everyone is here, this is the situation," the Headmaster spoke
  softly, but the crowd had gone so quiet that no one had any trouble hearing
  him. "Severus is in labor. The Mediwizards are going to perform a Cesarean
  section to spare Severus the hours of pain and stress that often results
  from natural birth," he knew that it was more.

  This was a matter of life and death

  "I fear that all any of us can do now is wait."

  Albus Dumbledore sat slowly on the bench across the hall from the infirmary
  door, surrounded by students and teachers. His dear Sirius was by his side.
  He touched the older wizard's shoulder obviously wanting to comfort his
  father, though at that moment Albus Dumbledore felt utterly alone.

  'My poor Severus,' he thought sadly. 'I love you so much, why must you
  provoke me! My Love, I cannot allow you to anger me like that again. You
  and our son could have died,' he swallowed and stifled a choked sob. 'I
  must be harder on you for your own good, Severus. I must be harder, more
  ruthless in your punishments, there is no other choice. Yes, it must be
  done. For your sake, for the sake of our future children, I must completely
  break you.'

  Having made up his mind on a course of action, Albus sat back to wait for
  some word of his beloved.

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 13 *****
Subjugation - 13






  Though to all concerned it seemed as if an eternity had passed since
  Headmaster Dumbledore had made his announcement about Severus' condition,
  it was actually two hours later when the large oak door slowly opened. As
  the light from the infirmary poured into the dim corridor a sound pierced
  the stillness.

  It was the unmistakable high pitched, stuttered wail of a healthy newborn
  child.

  No one in that hall had ever heard such a welcome noise.

  Albus Dumbledore was on his feet in an instant as the young brown haired
  Mediwizard stepped into the hall reverently carrying a small bundle wrapped
  in a white blanket.

  "Headmaster Dumbledore," the man was very drawn and tired, but smiled
  anyway, "your son."

  Dumbledore was there in two strides. Tears came unbidden as he looked into
  a pair of exquisite eyes so dark blue in color that they were almost black.
  They blinked and squinting at him from above chubby round cheeks. The child
  was still red and slightly wrinkled from spending nine months immersed in
  liquid. Albus ran a finger over the warm soft skin.

  He took in every detail of the child's face: memorizing the fine black hair
  of the eyebrows; the upturned nose; the almost obscenely long and thick eye
  lashes. He noted that unlike most newborns he had seen, his son's head was
  round since it had not been forced through a birth canal. "Hello my dear
  Godric." Dumbledore very carefully took the bundle from the medic and
  kissed his son's forehead. Students and teachers surrounded him, peering at
  the small bundle, though keeping well enough away so as not to crowd the
  Headmaster and his son.

  There was not a dry eye in the hallway.

  Albus did not even begrudge the presence of Draco Malfoy. The blond stood
  at the end of the hall, trying to catch a glimpse of the little angel's
  face. Magnanimously the older man held up the child for all to see.

  Finally holding his precious child in his arms was more wonderful then he
  ever dreamed. Albus had never done this before. Over the years he had
  fathered several illegitimate and unacknowledged children like Sirius.

  Actually, he had sired all of them on married women. None even knew that he
  was their father. The last thing he had wanted when he was younger was a
  dozen little bastards sucking away his fortune. He had little or nothing to
  do with them.

  Now that he was older, and had quite a lot more money to spare, and things
  were different. Besides, Godric was his heir. And Severus his wife...

  Albus turned and looked to the man, his blue eyes full of concern.
  "Severus, is he alright?"

  The other man nodded. "He will not wake for several hours but he is out of
  danger."

  Everyone could see the relief on the old man's face. "May I see him?"

  "Of course Headmaster. If you wish to go to him it will do no harm."

  Dumbledore walked slowly passed the Mediwizard, he moved with a measured
  stride through the main infirmary until he came to the door to Severus'
  room. The boy looked like an angel. He was so pale and delicate. His skin
  seemed to glow in the dim light.

  Smiling, the old man sat beside the bed looking at his still deathly pale
  mate. "Thank you my sweet Severus. Thank you for my son." He held up
  Godric, though the black, sunken eyes remained closed. "He is perfect. Oh,
  I cannot wait for you to see him Severus. See him, touch him, hold him to
  your lovely breasts and feed him. Ah my Little one, if I do say so myself,
  we make beautiful babies."

  He leaned close and gently kissed his slightly parted lips. "As soon as you
  are strong enough, we can start on the next one," he whispered brightly.

  ---

  No one even bothered trying to go back to sleep. It was already six in the
  morning by the time Headmaster Dumbledore had gone into the infirmary to
  see Professor Snape, and the entire school was wide-awake.

  Most still wore pajamas, bathrobes and slippers, the students and
  professors of Hogwarts eventually congregated in the Great Hall. The Elves,
  without being ordered, had set out a respectable sized feast on the tables
  in celebration of the birth. Every type of breakfast appropriate food:
  cereal, pastry, etc was laid out before them.

  There was a general air of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted
  from the shoulders of everyone in the school. The Professors chatted
  happily, laughing and toasting with orange juice and coffee, the health of
  Godric Dumbledore and Severus.

  Even Filch's snarl was without its usual bite.

  Though it was the Slytherins who were most changed, they were happier then
  anyone had seen them all year. They could be seen with true happy smiles,
  hugging one another. As far as they were concerned, all of Slytherin House
  now had a little brother.

  With a little effort, they could even forgive him for having a Gryffindor
  for a father.

  All of Hogwarts was happy it seemed, save Draco Malfoy, who stood at the
  entrance to the Great Hall watching the feast with sadness. None of them
  knew how much danger Severus and his child were in.

  They would never truly be out of danger as long as Albus Dumbledore lived.

  "I know how you feel." Draco turned and found Hermione Granger standing
  behind him.

  "Dumbledore is insane Granger. He will hurt them. It is only a matter of
  time," he said sadly.

  "At least he cannot harm them in the infirmary," Hermione reassure. "There
  are the elves, Madam Pomfrey, and the Mediwizards monitoring Severus and
  the baby."

  "I thought I would be relieved when the baby was born. But in a way it is
  worse. Now that bastard has something else to hold over his head. What will
  he do if Severus displeases him?"

  "I do not want to think about it." Hermione felt eyes on the back of her
  neck, or more precisely, the top of her head. She looked at one of the
  polished suits of armor. Sirius Black looked over the railing at top of the
  grand staircase at the unlikely pair. "Oh, no," she gulped trying not to
  let on that she saw him. "Black is on the landing watching us, you had best
  go to the Slytherin table now," she whispered.

  Draco nodded and with a sneer said loudly. "I do not care what you say
  Granger. Even with that name Godric, Professor Snape's son will be a
  Slytherin." He turned on his heels and walked into the hall. Hermione shook
  her head and looked disgusted. She hoped that this display would put Black
  off the scent.

  With a sneer of his own, Black vowed that he would have a little talk with
  the ferret later. Make sure that the brat learned to keep his filthy
  Slytherin hands off of Gryffindor property.

  ---

  Several hours later in the infirmary...

  Albus watched with a smile as the long thick lashes fluttered and deep,
  sleep blurred black eyes opened for the first time in almost two weeks.
  Like a night creature dazed by the sudden onset of day Severus' eyes
  watered as an arm, weak from disuse moved to scrub the layer of sleep from
  them.

  It obviously took him a few moments to focus, but as soon as the pale man's
  eyes flashed with comprehension his hand moved to his belly, clumsily
  seeking the now non-existent bulge. Upon realizing his stomach was almost
  flat, a sob clawed its way from his lips. "My baby?"

  "He is here my Love." Severus' head snapped around to find Dumbledore
  standing calmly beside a red and gold draped bassinet. "Godric is just
  fine." He bent and very gently lifted the tightly wrapped bundle out of the
  little bed and held him up for his 'mother' to see.

  Godric was the most beautiful thing that Severus Snape-Dumbledore had ever
  seen.

  The child had thick black hair that was long enough to lay down, though not
  stay completely flat. His skin was a healthy pink. Red lips moved slightly,
  his little tongue tip stuck out, then pulled back in as if the child were
  trying to chew on something. His chin had a slight point to it, making him
 look like some tiny fey creature.                                            

  Tears fell down pale white cheeks at the wondrous sight. Severus started to
  try and stand. He wanted to hold his son in his arms. To touch him, kiss
  and stroke him. To convince himself that he was real. That his son lived,
  that this was not just a good dream that had wormed itself in-between the
  nightmares.

  "No Severus." The words froze him in place as if a freezing spell had been
  cast. "We are going to have a little talk before you even think of speaking
  to anyone."

  Dumbledore walked back to the bassinet and set the sleeping bundle back in
  its soft, safe little world. He then turned his attention to the problem
  that lay in the bed.

  The bed was empty.

  A little annoyed to say the least, he looked around the room. There was
  only one place to hide. Not even bothering to pull out his wand, he pointed
  at the bed. It rose off the floor, revealing the trembling form. Face
  covered by waist length hair, he was curled up in a ball, crying like a
  frightened child.

  This was lovely. Severus on his knees, the way he had always wanted. But he
  knew that Severus was not quite broken. He was confused and in pain now.
  Once he recovered completely, that Slytherin cunning would once more
  attempt to assert itself.

  Though he could not help but smile seeing how the hospital gown revealed
  the sharp bones of his back, and the view of that lovely arse was not
  obscured in the least. Just thinking about it he started to become aroused.
  After all, it had been weeks since he had felt Severus writhe under his
  touch. Felt that tight heat on his cock.

  He fought the desire down. There were half a dozen people waiting to come
  in. He could not lock the door or throw out a silencing spell. He would
  have to wait a little longer to reclaim his mate.

  "I will not hurt you, come here, my Little one." Severus did not move,
  except to curl more tightly into a ball.

  "Severus, come out from under there," the voice was becoming cold. The
  Headmaster could already feel his temper rising.

  The only movement was for the weak arms to cover his head.

  "Come here, or I will become displeased with you Severus." He let all of
  his anger be felt in those simple words. This time he got through to
  Severus. The arms came down very slowly, his head rose to look up at the
  Headmaster eyes filled with fear.

  "Please," he whispered hoarsely then crawled on hands and knees out from
  under the bed. He kept his distance from the older wizard. "Please do not
  hurt me."

  Allowing the bed to settle gently to the floor, Dumbledore sat down on the
  edge. "Come here Severus my Love." He patted the mattress beside him. "I
  promise, I will not hurt you. Come sit with me so we can talk."

  Like a frightened wild animal, Severus so very slowly crawled until he was
  at his bond mate's feet. He tried to stand, but almost fell feeling dizzy
  and weak. Dumbledore caught his arm and drew him up into his lap.

  Severus struggled weakly, but was held firm. Albus ran a gentle hand down
  his back. "Hush Little One. I will not hurt you. Calm yourself." He soon
  had Severus curled up completely on his lap, head against his shoulder. He
  was still now, though the trembling had not abated in the slightest.

  "Severus, do you remember what happened? How you were hurt?" He felt a
  slight, fearful affirmative nod. "You fell when one of the moving
  staircases caught you by surprise. Is that what you remember?"

  There was no response.

  "Child, you fell by accident," Dumbledore's voice became more insistent. He
  then felt a very slow affirmative nod. "Good, good, that is what you will
  tell anyone if they ask. You fell off one of the moving stairs," he
  reiterated, again this was met with a slight nod up and down.

  "That is my sweet, obedient child." One of Dumbledore's hands took hold of
  the hospital gown and drew it lower so that it just revealed the mounds of
  Severus' breasts to view. "Oh my god they're huge!" he gasped touching one
  with his right hand.

  The trembling black haired man flinched slightly, but made no real move to
  escape the touch.

  For a moment the Headmaster had his hand in the loose smock, he played with
  one peaked nipple, until they both jumped as they heard a loud noise from
  across the room. Godric had begun to cry. Dumbledore turned to Severus as
  he realized that some thick opaque liquid began leaking from the nipple.
  "It seems you have a conditioned reflex already," he chuckled. Then licked
  the wetness from his finger. "Hmmm, interesting, and very sweet."

  "May I feed him? Please?" Severus asked meekly.

  "Of course child. Mother's milk is the best thing in the world for
  newborns." Severus started to stand. "No, no child. You are much too weak
  to hold him like that. You can hardly stand unaided. Just lay back." He
  eased Severus into the bed, piled up several pillows behind him so that he
  could sit up, and pulled the blankets over his legs. He tucked it around
  his now much slimmer waist.

  Smiling, he walked back to the bassinet and lifted Godric gently. When he
  reached the bed he set the child into the arms of his mother. The boy
  stopped crying instantly.

  Severus almost sobbed with relief as he finally held his son. He touched
  his hair, his face, pulled back the blanket enough to see his tiny perfect
  hands. Thin grasping fingers that wrapped around his finger tightly and
  tried to put it in his mouth.

  After a moment of being gummed by the obviously hungry infant, he pulled
  out the finger. When deprived of something to suck, the child's little face
  turned to rub against the white hospital gown. He began to nuzzle and root
  around searching for food. Severus bared his breast and, as he had been
  instructed by Poppy some time ago, allowed his son to latch on to it.

  Now it was real. Severus ignored Albus, who watched with an air of
  contentment. All that existed at that moment was the tiny form drawing
  nourishment from his body. There was a little pain. High in the breasts,
  almost to his shoulders, but he had already read that this sometimes
  happened when the milk came in. Besides, the pain helped to remind him that
  this was not just another dream.

  Though if it was, he hoped that it would last for the rest of his life.

  He was so preoccupied with his child that he did not notice anything was
  different until he started at the flash. Clutching his son to him he turned
  and found himself looking at a smiling Collin Creevy as he snapped another
  picture. He lowered the camera and smiled. "That was beautiful."

  "Thank you." Albus patted the thin blond Gryffindor on the head
  affectionately. "Let me know when the prints are done," he said shooing the
  boy out.

  "Yes Sir!" he said as the door closed behind him.

  "Sorry Severus, but you looked so lovely, and I recalled that Mr. Creevey
  was outside," he shrugged by way of explanation.

  Using his finger to gently break the suction and, very regretfully,
  detached his now fidgeting son. He drew Godric up against his shoulder
  gently patting his back. He was rewarded, almost instantly, with a wet
  burp. He repeated the action and got a smaller hiccup. But now that the
  child was close to his sensitive nose caught a whiff of urine. He glanced
  around. "Where are the nappies? He needs a change."

  "Nappy!" Albus called. A St. Mungo's house elf appeared before him. "Please
  see that the baby is changed and bathed."

  "Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore Sir. Nappy is taking good care of lovely baby
  Godric!" The very happy elf turned and held up its arms to Severus.

  "I can take care of him Albus." He clutched the baby harder to his
  shoulder, not wanting to relinquish him.

  "You will soon enough my Pet. Let the house elves do the messy work until
  you are better." Without waiting for an answer, the Older wizard walked
  over and gently, but firmly took the baby from Severus and handed it to the
  waiting elf.

  Severus did not fight, only watched with longing as the elf carried the
  tiny form of his son to the changing table in the corner near the bassinet.

  He jumped as Dumbledore's callused hand touched his cheek. "I wish I could
  have you now," he whispered, as his hand squeezed one swollen breast for
  emphasis, which caused Severus to finch. "But you will have to stay here
  for another day." The Headmaster stroked his hair. "Tomorrow night, you
  will be back in our rooms. Back where you belong."

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 14 *****
Subjugation - 14






  "Ah Sirius my son, we need to talk." Dumbledore put an arm around the DADA
  Professor's broad shoulders and steered him towards the faculty lounge.

  "There has been a most disturbing development." Albus began once they made
  sure that there was no one inside.

  "Oh? You need some help with Severus?" he asked hopefully.

  "No, my boy, I intend to take care of all of my dear wife's needs
  personally, at least for the first few days. The problem is Miss Granger."

  "Yes, our dear Hermione is looking for trouble. I was meaning to mention to
  you that I saw her and that Malfoy git. They were making eyes at each
  other. It was sickening." Black sneered.

  "When?" asked Dumbledore.

  "Yesterday morning during the impromptu feast; they were being really cozy
  just outside the Great Hall, until she noticed me. Suddenly they were
  supposed to be snipping at each other."

  "Oh dear, Sirius, this is most distressing. I myself caught the pair of
  them snogging near the Whomping Willow just before Severus went into
  labor." Albus frowned, his eyes flashed with anger. "I thought that I had
  made it plain to Miss Granger that consorting with Malfoy was not
  acceptable. Something must be done about this immediately."

  "Let me take care of the ferret. We can have a nice little talk out near
  the Forest tonight." Black rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

  "No my son, even Malfoy having a well deserved meeting with some denizen of
  the Forbidden Forest would cause too many questions. I have a different
  solution in mind." He leaned back in his comfortable lounge chair. "What do
  you think of Miss Granger?"

  "What do I think of her? What so you mean?"

  "Well, I know that she and young Mr. Weasley did not work out. I was
  wondering, if you might be interested?"

  "You are the one that told me the students were hands off, so I had not
  really done a lot of comparing. She definitely talks too much, and her hair
  could use help. On the plus side her face is pretty, very nice hips, and
  first class breasts. Almost as nice as Severus," he said with a smirk.

  "True. Well, some very satisfying relationships have been built on less,"
  Dumbledore chuckled. "We can work on her flaws once you have the girl on
  her back. All you really need to do is get her to say yes. There are
  several potions that can make sure she conceives the first time. And
  several that I can get to make her more amiable if she is reluctant to
  surrender her virtue. Once you get her pregnant, then she will really have
  little choice but to marry you. "

  "True," he laughed, "though you will have to loan me your switch often, she
  is a strong willed girl."

  The Headmaster nodded. "I will get you one of your own. But remember
  Severus was very strong willed also. It takes a firm hand, but I believe
  the girl will be just as compliant as my Pretty Pet soon enough."

  "I could get used to the idea. From a couple of things said, I think she is
  a virgin. It has been a while since I had a virgin. I think the old Black
  charm should be enough to pry open her thighs." Sirius leaned over and
  kissed Albus on the lips. "I would like that, having someone to keep my bed
  warm. Maybe we could do a foursome some time."

  "You read my mind."

  "Speaking of which, do you want to?" His eyes moved down to as he noted
  Dumbledore's rising erection.

  "No, no my boy. Severus will be back in my bed where he belongs tonight and
  I intend to give him my undivided attention."

  ---

  Hermione found a tired looking Remus Lupin going into the guest quarters
  near the infirmary. "I cannot stay, Black saw me talking with Malfoy. I
  think he suspects something." Hermione handed him the vial. "This is a
  pensive. Watch it." With that she turned and disappeared down the corridor.

  Remus stepped into his quarters and locked the door. He was more
  apprehensive then he had ever been in his life. Even on the day before the
  night of a full moon.

  He did not want to see it.

  Intellectually he knew what was happening.

  Intellectually he knew what had happened during school, but could he stand
  to actually see it happening?

  He felt like a coward.

  He was a coward.

  No, he was a damned coward.

  Remus did not want to see his friends behaving like animals. All he had
  left of James Potter, of the Marauders was his memories.

  But the werewolf could no longer live in denial. His memories were not as
  important as saving Severus and his child.

  It was time to gut up and face the truth.

  He carefully uncorked the vial and, to keep it from falling, set it down in
  a champagne flute he had found in the cabinet. Taking a deep breath Remus
  touched the tip of his wand to the silvery substance.

  Instantly, he was shown Dumbledore's initial brutal rape of Severus, when
  he was impregnated. Then one after another, more rapes and beating, just as
  Hermione had said.

  He was wishing that he would go numb. Watching so much violence and sex
  twisted together made him physically ill. A dozen times he had almost
  pulled out of the nightmarish memories, almost run away, but somehow Remus
  hardened himself. He was only observing, Severus was living this hell every
  day of his life.

  Remus was trying to recover from witnessing Severus endure a particularly
  horrendous beating at Dumbledore's hands, when suddenly the image changed
  and he was in a darkened corridor somewhere in Hogwarts. He looked around
  unsure of where he was. He jumped as a small black clad figure ran by,
  diving into a shadowy alcove. A sharp nose and long black hair were all
  that he could make out at first.

  Until the small figure moved out, tried to run to the next alcove unseen.

  "Petrificus Totalis!" The figure stiffened and fell like a log. Three new
  figures stepped into the light, laughing. He recognized them at once: the
  pudgy short Peter Pettigrew, smirking, tousle-haired James Potter, and
  tall, handsome Sirius Black. "I told you I saw Snape go this way!"
  Pettigrew boasted.

  "So, Sirius, what should we do with dear Snivellus now that we have him?"
  asked James, adjusting his glasses.

  "Let's do everyone a favor. The Prefect's bathroom is right down the hall.
  Let's wash his hair!" Sirius laughed and pointed to the still figure.
  "Mobilus Corpus." Snape's reed thin form rose like a puppet on a string.
  The three boys giggled and smirked as they made their helpless captive sway
  and bump the wall as they made their way to the bathroom. "Midnight
  Cowboy," said Sirius. The others looked at him, obviously puzzled, he
  shrugged. "One of those Muggle movies I think."

  Sirius waved his wand sending Severus over the huge swimming pool like tub.
  James and Peter quickly had all the faucets going full blast. "Looks deep
  enough," said James after a few minutes.

  Sirius released both spells, dropping Severus into the foaming water. He
  came up spitting water and bubbles. He pulled his wand, but Sirius was
  ready. "Accio wand!" It was snatched from his hand before he could speak a
  coherent spell.

  "Bastard!" Snape growled and swam to the opposite side of the pool from
  where his foes laughed. Black ran, jumped over the tub and grabbed him by
  the hair before he could get away. He dumped the entire contents of a
  bottle of cleansing potion on Snape's hair, then with a sneer held his head
  under the water.

  After a brief struggle, hands flailing, water splashing, the air from his
  lungs escaped with frightening speed, to Remus' horror Severus went limp.
  Yet Black continued to hold him under, a sadistic smile on his usually
  handsome face. Peter was giggling like a maniac. James just watched at
  first, as if in a trance.

  Remus Lupin wanted to grab Sirius, slap him, strangle him, slam him into
  the wall! He was drowning Severus!

 It was James who finally came to his senses. "Let him up Sirius, you'll      
  drown him."

  Sirius just continued to smirk, and continued holding him under the water.
  James pushed him back, grabbed Severus and pulled him out onto the side of
  the tub. He pulled his wand and pointed it at the other boy's chest.
  "Envenerate!" he yelled.

  Snape coughed, water poured from his lips and nose. He hissed and drew away
  from James on his hands and knees looking like a scared, wet cat.
  "Bastards!"

  "What's wrong Snivellus?" Black asked innocently. "Never been in water
  before?"

  Severus tried to rush him and retrieve his wand. But he was not fast
  enough, Peter actually managed to hex him with a Full Body Bind spell.
  Severus fell on his face, arms and legs held together. He thrashed about,
  looking oddly like an enraged seal.

  "Since we washed your hair, we need to do the rest of you, since you are
  filthy and smelly," James laughed. "Come on." They tore at his clothes.
  Soon they had totally destroyed his already threadbare robes.

  Severus squirmed; unfortunately the jerking movements of his slender pale
  body seemed to fascinate the three Marauders. It was Peter who first turned
  the touches from intrusive and hurtful to sexual. "Hey, Severus really is a
  boy!" He grabbed at the prone boy's genitals. "I wondered with that hair of
  his."

  "Come on Peter, Snivellus cannot be a girl. No girl could be that ugly,"
  Sirius laughed, though he and James were both watching Peter, and what he
  was doing between the Slytherin's long legs. "Hey, I have an idea!" Black
  grabbed his helpless foe by the shoulders and dragged him to a low stone
  bench.

  Sirius threw him over it, knocked the breath from him. Snape could only
  whimper, unable to even speak because of the spell. "Nice arse Snape. It is
  your best feature! Nice and round, just like a girl."

  Peter was now rubbing himself lewdly. "Bet he would like to take it up the
  arse. Snape's got to be a faggot!"

  Sirius and James were staring, not at Peter's disgusting performance, but
  at Severus, or more specifically, his backside, which was moving as he
  fought to free himself. Unfortunately, his struggles only seemed to inflame
  his tormentors. "You want it!" Sirius opened his fly. "You should be
  grateful Snivellus, no one else will ever want to touch you!"

  Remus Lupin was no longer numb.

  He no longer felt reticent, or unsure.

  He no longer felt like a coward.

  All he felt were the long dormant wolf instincts that he fought so hard to
  suppress for so many years rising within him.

  The instinct to protect the young: to protect this helpless child that was
  being brutalized before him. First by Black, then James took his turn
  without hesitation. Peter was last as always.

  Had this not been a memory, there would have been blood all over the walls.

  When the three were done each just stood and stared at the blood dripping
  down the thighs of the boy they had degraded. They laughed, with no sign of
  remorse. Even James smiled, his face still twisted with desire.

  Remus pulled himself out of the pensive. He did not need to see anything
  more. A growl rose in his throat as his eyes turned yellow. The wolf was
  now just below the surface; he could almost feel the fur itching beneath
  his skin. The wolf stretched, smelling the world around it.

  The wolf wanted to howl. It wanted to rip Dumbledore and Black to shreds.
  The part of him that was Remus Lupin did also, but he exerted his will to
  muzzle the beast within. There would be no killing, at least not yet.

  In a way it frightened him that he knew he would kill these men without
  hesitation.

  The pensive had triggered something that lurked within him. Something that
  he did not know was inside him. For the first time, it was the wolf that
  was forced to bow slightly, to retreat, to show throat.

  It was so strange to share his waking form so completely with the wolf. He
  could almost feel the breath of it on his neck. Part of him wondered why he
  had feared it for so long.

  Yes, the wolf would obey Remus. It would stay back, not kill, but only as
  long as Remus kept his unspoken promise: as long as he did what they both
  wanted.

  Remus Lupin would find a way to save Severus.

  To save the one that they both wanted as their mate.

  ---

  Severus tried to stand tall in his dark blue, very feminine robes. Now
  belted since he had a waist again, the somewhat low cut garment showed off
  his enormous milk swollen breasts to everyone. He was sure that he looked
  even more like a woman then ever, with his long black hair pulled back by
  one of the silver and diamond clips that Albus had gotten him for Yule.

  Dumbledore wanted to show him and the baby off.

  He walked slowly behind Albus down the long hallway back to their rooms. He
  had to work not to fall behind, not to bow his head. He had to fight not to
  curl up on the floor in a heap and sob. He was on his way to the very last
  place on Earth he wanted to go.

  He might as well have been walking to his own execution.

  The anticipation of what awaited him as soon as he was alone with
  Dumbledore weighed heavily on his heart. This anxiety was made worse by
  having to stop every ten feet or so to show his precious bundle to the
  students and staff who just happened to be along the way. They met half of
  Slytherin house along one long stretch of hallway.

  This did not bother the Headmaster in the least. Albus was absolutely
  bursting with pride showing off the fruit of his loins to anyone and
  everyone they met.

  When Severus had been released to his husband's charge it was decided that
  they were not going to use the floo to go to their chambers for fear of
  injuring Godric. That mode of travel was just too rough.

  Since the birth, Dumbledore had been the perfect new father. He hovered
  over the child making sure that the St. Mungo's house elf, Nappy, did
  everything from formula to talcum powder to his exacting standards.

  But every time his eyes caught Severus', the young wizard became even
  paler. As yet he had not been truly alone with Dumbledore. Someone had
  always been close by. But the old man's smile, his lustful looks promised
  that the Headmaster intended to make up for lost time just as soon as he
  had the chance.

  When at last they arrived Severus tried not to cringe as Dumbledore opened
  the door and bowed him into their chambers.

  The first thing that hit him was that the bedroom smelled faintly of sex.
  Though the smell was not too fresh.

  The Headmaster had obviously not been celibate while he had been
  indisposed. Perhaps that would make things easier. He did not want to think
  what this night would be like if the Headmaster had not had any sort of
  outlet for his passions. The Slytherin might not have survived that.

  Albus watched him with a guarded expression. Severus tried not to tremble
  as he took the sleeping infant to his cradle in the nursery that was now
  adjacent to the bedroom. He kissed the pink cheek, arranged his son on his
  back with a small teddy bear at the opposite end of the bed. A hand
  lingered on the soft tuft of jet black hair. "For you Godric." He swallowed
  hard and fought back the tears. "For you."

  Schooling his features into a neutral mask and readying his mind for what
  was to come, Severus turned and exited the room. Dumbledore waited
  impatiently. His hand was rubbing his crotch suggestively.

  The Headmaster wanted him, now.

  Before the other man could say anything, Severus dropped gracefully to his
  knees and very delicately kissed each of his husband's soft slippers in
  turn. Then the Slytherin waited, head bowed submissively.

  After a moment of stunned silence, the older wizard blinked, his curiosity
  peaked. "Severus my child, do you have something that you want to say?"

  He tried to speak, but could not force the words through his lips.

  "I cannot hear you," Dumbledore said testily folding his arms.

  Finally, his low voice barely above a whisper Severus spoke. "You win
  Albus." The pale face tipped up to look into the bright blue eyes. "I
  surrender."

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 15 *****
Subjugation - 15






  Albus Dumbledore blinked in surprise at the exquisite creature, head bowed
  submissively on his knees before him. His heart was pounding in his chest
  like a troll's footsteps as he heard the words that he had been longing to
  hear for over twenty years.

  "You win Albus. I surrender."

  "Win? Why, what do I win my Pet?" His smile feigned ignorance. On the
  inside he was all but trembling with anticipation. "I did not know there
  was any sort of contest going on?"

  "That is because there was none," Severus lifted his head slightly. His
  bright tears clung to his lashes. "There was not a contest at all, only a
  rout," The younger man felt the words coming from deep within him. "From
  the day you claimed me, I tried to fight. I tried to find a way to deceive
  you, to control you."

  Dumbledore listened silently, his blue eyes unreadable.

  "I used all my cunning to attempt to trick you, used sex to manipulate you,
  but nothing worked. You effortlessly defeated me at every turn. I have no
  choice but to concede. You have proven that you are stronger, more
  powerful, and more cunning then I could ever hope to be. I cannot fight you
  any longer Albus. A Slytherin knows when to bow to the inevitable: I
  surrender."

  "So, my Love, what has brought about this epiphany?" Albus was of course
  suspicious. Severus had pretended to submit before, only to be even more
  willful then ever.

  "Because, by fighting you, I do not hurt you, do not just hurt myself. I
  endanger Godric. If I had submitted to you when you shared me with
  Black..." The tears flowed freely. "I was afraid. I fought you both. If I
  had done as you wanted, let the two of you pleasure me there would have
  been no damage. Our son could have died because of me! It was all my fault!
  Mine!"

  Severus threw himself at Dumbledore's feet sobbing! "Please Albus, please,
  forgive me."

  Albus Dumbledore kept his face neutral, but his mind raced. If this was
  true, it was better then anything he could have hoped for. If Severus did
  blame himself and not Albus or Sirius for the near miscarriage his guilt
  could be used to control him. "So Little one, what now? Are you, throwing
  yourself on my tender mercy?"

  "Yes," he whispered hoarsely kneeling up and laying his tearstained cheek
  against the Headmaster's thigh.

  "Severus," the black haired wizard looked up at him. "Legilimens!" Severus
  instinctively tried to fight at first, but he was already too weak, his
  meager defenses crumbled before Dumbledore's brutal assault.

  The Headmaster pushed through Severus' mind as one would swim through a
  pool. Dumbledore sighed sinking deeper into the warmth.

  He felt a tremor run through his body as he lingered, the better to savor
  the feel of his prize's utter desolation. He reached out snatching at the
  many thoughts and emotions that flowed past, washing over him. The most
  powerful of the feelings were fear, and soul crushing guilt.

  Dumbledore could find no deceit.

  And yet, he found something that was closed off. Some memory that Severus
  did not want him to see. He tore away his pitiful attempts at defense and
  was standing beside himself that first morning after the bonding.
  Dumbledore saw himself cradling Severus in his arms. Heard his voice say.
  "Let me take care of you Severus. Let me touch you, love you as you have
  never been loved. As you deserve to be loved."

  He could feel the desperation, the need. Severus had wanted to believe
  those words.

  Perfect.

  He drew himself out of his bond mate's mind. Severus was still on his
  knees, he whimpered, cringing away as if expecting blows. Very gently Albus
  Dumbledore stroked Severus' hair.

  "Do not cry. It is all right my darling. I forgive you."

  "You do?" Severus answered breathlessly.

  "I know that you did not intend to hurt Godric, and he is safe now. It is
  true that your stubbornness caused some harm," Severus flinched at the
  words. "You must never defy me again. For your own sake as well as Godric
  and that of his future siblings, you must never be so willful again."

  "No Albus. I will obey you." He rubbed his cheek against Dumbledore's thigh
  like a cat.

  "You have made me so happy. You are finally what I wished you to be."

  "Yes, Albus," he kissed the hand that had stroked his hair. "I am yours,
  completely."

  Dumbledore looked down at his bowed head. He swallowed, his emotions
  running wild.

  He wanted to do a happy dance!

  "You," the cowering man whispered. "You will always take care of us Albus?
  Godric and me?"

  Dumbledore looked at him, puzzled. "Why, of course I will child."

  "Even when you grow tired of me, you will still take care of us?"

  Albus could not suppress the smile, as he savored Severus' complete
  surrender. Now the poor thing was afraid of rejection! Of not being
  attractive to Dumbledore! This was more then he could ever have hoped for.
  "I swear to you on my life my Little One I shall never tire of you. And I
  will always take care of you, and all of the children we have together. And
  I intend to have many."

  "Yes Albus."

  "Come to me my love." Dumbledore held out his hand invitingly. Severus did
  not hesitate as he accepted the hand. He was pulled close, "My Sweet
  Child." He was pulled against Albus Dumbledore's chest his entire form
  trembled. As his chin was tilted up to look into the deep twinkling blue
  eyes, Dumbledore looked pleased. "You truly understand now Severus."

  "Yes, Albus, you own me, body and soul. I exist solely for your pleasure."
  A tear fell down his cheek as he laid his head on the Headmaster's chest.
  Dumbledore felt as if his heart would burst. This is what he had wanted
  from the first! Severus subjugated to his will. He wanted his bond mate to
  be submissive, compliant, and desperate to please him.

  "Yes Little One. You are mine." He began to kiss and caress his bond mate.

  "You said that you loved me?" Dumbledore could feel the desperation in his
  voice.

  "And I do Severus. All I have ever wanted was for you to be mine." He lay
  Severus gently on their bed, then sat down beside him, his hand stroking
  the long soft hair. "You have given me a gift beyond price. Freely,
  unconditionally my dearest love, you have given yourself to me. Oh, my
  sweet, there are so many things that I will show you. Together we will
  explore sensations undreamed of. I will teach you the exquisite delights of
  pleasure and pain. You and I, and my son."

  Severus gasped, "your son? But, he is..."

  "No my love, not Godric, he is much too young yet. I meant Sirius."

  "Sirius Black? He is your son?" For Severus many things quite suddenly fell
  into place. The Slytherin now understood among other things why that
  particular Gryffindor was always favored over him in school.

  "Yes. Not acknowledged of course, but he is my son, and Godric's half
  brother. I suppose it could be said that makes you his step-mother."

  "So he is a mother-fucker," said Severus without thinking, but his hands
  flew to his mouth as he realized that he spoke out loud. He expected
  punishment for such insolence.

  "Yes, I suppose he is," Dumbledore chuckled, a hand brushing his frightened
 mate's cheek, then moving the hands down so that he could kiss his lips.     
  "We shall be a very happy family. You and I shall have many more children,
  and very soon, Sirius will be giving us grandchildren!"

  Severus looked at the older wizard blankly. "Yes, Sirius is going to be
  marrying soon," said Dumbledore happily.

  "Who is he marrying?" This surprised him, as far as Severus knew, the only
  one Black had been screwing besides Severus himself, was Dumbledore.

  "We will speak of that later." Dumbledore pushed Severus down on the bed
  and taking hold of the hem of his robes and drew them up exposing what he
  wanted to view. His hand ghosted up those creamy thighs. Severus' cock was
  hard, and the older man could smell his arousal.

  The Headmaster was pleased looking at the still slightly rounded belly. He
  kissed it lovingly. Thanks to the magical surgery there were no scars, and
  even better, Severus would not be bleeding for the next several weeks, nor
  would he his vagina be too sore to take a cock.

  "Did Poppy give you the contraceptive potion?" He did not want Severus to
  get pregnant again just yet.

  "Yes Albus. It will be effective for thirty days."

  "Good. Now open those sweet thighs for the Headmaster." Severus obeyed,
  spread his long legs, his black eyes smoldering with need. "Yes, that is
  right my love." Dumbledore threw open his robes and moved to take his
  place, sliding into the tight heat feeling as if this were the first time.
  "My Severus, mine. Yes, now you are truly mine."

  Severus whimpered, clutching desperately at his husband as he was impaled.
  He seemed the essence of submission.

  Though his deepest thoughts were not of the man pounding into his body. It
  was a musing on the fact that so few people truly understood the subtle art
  of Occlumency.

  Not even the great Albus Dumbledore.

  You do not create a fortress to hide your innermost thoughts. Walls were
  nothing more then a target for a stronger mage to destroy. You created a
  maze of shadow and light to hide your secrets. Then give your opponent a
  glimpse of what you want him to see. Just a glimpse, as if you were trying
  to hide it. He will hunt it down and attack it like a hound on a fox.

  He had taken the emotions from deep within, his guilt and fears. And used
  them to surround and contain the Headmaster. He had given the man what he
  most desired. It never occurred to Dumbledore that he was only seeing a
  very tiny part of his sweet 'wife's' mind.

  Now that Dumbledore was convinced that he was truly broken, the Headmaster
  would surely loosen the metaphorical (at least most of the time) leash he
  kept on his bond mate. Severus only hoped that if he could garner enough
  rope instead of hanging himself, he could hang Albus Dumbledore.

  ---

  Hermione finished labeling the blue tinted jar of frog's eyes, set it high
  on the shelf of the supply closet. Finally she had finished organizing the
  shipment for Professor Praetorius. When he asked she had been happy to
  volunteer. This was something soothingly familiar that she could do to keep
  her mind off of other things.

  It had been three days since Snape had been handed over to Dumbledore's
  tender mercies. Neither had been seen since the Headmaster had ushered his
  bond mate into their rooms with the baby.

  There was nothing that she could do and it was frustrating!

  She checked her watch and found that it was past midnight. Oh, well, she
  was a Prefect so it was not like she would be in trouble. But she would be
  tired for Arithmancy in the morning. She stretched her sore back and
  sighed.

  Definitely time for bed.

  "You are up late," she almost jumped out of her skin at the words! And even
  more when she realized who had said them. She had not heard the door open,
  had not heard Sirius Black come into the classroom. "Actually, I am
  beginning to think that you have been avoiding me."

  Part of her wanted to run into the safety shower, lock and ward the door
  against him. She now knew Black for the monster that he was. It was hard
  not to flee. To act as if he were still just Harry's godfather, someone she
  had considered a friend.

  "Hello Professor Black," she said lamely. "I was just finishing something
  for Professor Praetorius before I go to bed."

  "Do you need any help?" he asked moving to stand very close to her. His
  much too close proximity terrified her.

  "No, actually I had just finished," she forced herself to smile. It felt
  more like a grimace. "I am very tired and really need to get to bed," she
  said trying to edge past him.

  Hermione almost screamed when his hand came down on her shoulder. "Please,
  do not g,." his voice was low, but not threatening. He used the hand to
  turn her towards him. "There are some things that I want to say to you
  Hermione."

  "Yes, Professor Black?" She used his title, hoping to put him off.

  "Please, we are friends, you can call me Sirius when not in class." He
  moved a little closer. Hermione took a step back, bumping into Professor
  Snape's desk. Her mind flashed back to Snape being forced into the same
  position: forced to submit to Black's very unwanted attentions.

  "Sir, it would be disrespectful," she protested.

  "Nonsense. I was your friend long before I was your teacher." He moved
  closer. Why was she so nervous? "We are friends Hermione. Very good
  friends."

  "I, uh, really should get back to my dorm..."

  Black smiled as he realized what it must be. She was nervous because she
  was attracted to him! She had though of him as just a friend, now she was
  mature enough to notice the males of the species, she was reacting to his
  presence. The presence of a real man as opposed to a mere boy!

  She obviously noticed the difference between him and that skinny effete git
  Malfoy. He bet if he were patient and gentle, he could eventually entice
  her to his bed and make love to her.

  But since he wanted her to spread her legs like a whore on the desk she was
  trapped against, he decided to hurry things along. He slipped a hand into
  the pocket of his robes and broke the small ampoule that Albus had given
  him.

  "I have not been able to see much of you lately Hermione. You always seem
  to disappear when I am around. I have begun to believe that you are
  avoiding me."

  "I really should be going," she was saying nervously. He felt the warmth
  spreading along his skin. It was a combination of aphrodisiac and fertility
  potion. If he had not been aroused already he certainly would be now. "Is
  there something wrong Hermione?" He reached out and took her relatively
  small hands in his. He saw her eyes widen and face flush at the touch of
  the potion on her soft skin.

  Hermione's knees went weak, as a very pleasant heat spread through her
  body. She shivered and a slightly lopsided smile spread over her face. Why
  had she never noticed how very tall, strong, handsome, and down right sexy
  Sirius was?

  'No, bad thought!' she tried to tell herself, but her objections to being
  touched by him were already becoming fuzzy.

  Black smiled as she began to lick her lips and look at him like a cat
  sighting a bowl of grade A cream. He placed a hand on her shoulder then
  experimentally he let that hand gently stroke her neck. She purred, and as
  he leant down to claim her lips. She whimpered as their tongues tangled.
  Hermione was hard pressed to remember her own name, let alone why she
  should NOT be kissing Sirius Black.

  As Black ran a hand up her bare leg, he panted, his cock straining against
  his jeans. He was very glad Hermione had worn a skirt tonight. She was
  already leaning back against the desk, legs opening to accommodate him.

  All he need do is remove her very damp panties, then open his fly and he
  would be buried to the hilt!

  tbc
***** Subjugation - 16 *****
Subjugation - 16






  Hermione Granger's normally finely tuned mind had turned to boiling mush.

  At the moment in her fevered brain she did not think that the hands
  removing her white cotton panties were inappropriate. That there was
  anything untoward about someone she should never be alone with under any
  circumstances fingering her in a most intimate way.

  All she knew was that there was an aching void between her legs: one that
  needed to be filled by something big, hard and hot.

  She heard herself moan as she felt the very thing she needed press against
  her stomach through a pair of tight jeans.

  "You want it baby?" a husky voice growled in her ear, grinding against her.

  "Yes!" she answered then sucked his tongue into her mouth.

  Sirius moved his hand to open his jeans. Gods, he must have gotten more of
  the potions on him then he realized, because he was about to come just from
  the delicious friction of her hips alone.

  He was so painfully aroused that he barely recognized the sound of the
  tumblers of the lock being worked. But he heard it plain as day when there
  was a sudden clank and the lock opened. Sirius jumped back reflexively,
  damning himself for forgetting to cast a locking charm on the door!

  Hermione sagged against the desk shaking. She whimpered at the loss of the
  weight and heat of Black's body against her.

  Professor Praetorius breezed in carrying a large trunk against his chest
  without even noticing the somewhat ruffled appearance of the pair. Nor did
  he see Black realize that he held Hermione's underwear.

  He quickly slipped the incriminating panties into his robe pocket.

  The odd man dropped his trunk noisily onto the desk beside Hermione. "Ah,
  Miss Granger, have you finished labeling and arranging the new supplies?"
  he asked without looking up.

  "Y, Yes Professor," she stuttered, using the back of her hand to wipe her
  feverish brow.

  "Good, good, you seem tired, you should go on to your dorm my dear,
  children need their sleep, and I have kept you up quite long enough," the
  white haired wizard said dismissively as he opened the trunk and started to
  dig into it.

  Hermione blinked as her overheated synopsis attempted to restart. She
  looked with horror at the very disheveled and lustily flushed Sirius Black,
  realizing that she had almost ended up on her back for the damned rapist!

  She turned and ran from the room.

  Praetorius ignored her. "So Professor Black, would you like to see my
  newest experiments?" He lifted several large jars covered with silk bags
  out of the trunk. The confused, hyper aroused and angry Sirius looked at
  the jars with puzzlement, even in the state he was in he noticed that he
  could hear tiny voices coming from them...

  ---

  Not far away, the small, slim, slightly androgynous Slytherin Prefect Blaze
  Zabini caught a glimpse of someone sneaking down one of the disused
  corridors in the dungeons. He moved quickly to see who it was. His first
  thought at the sight of the figure darting through the dungeon was that it
  might be Moaning Myrtle sneaking out of her bathroom.

  Though as that figure came into the light, he recognized who it was.

  Blaze hid behind a suit if armor, pulled a small mirror from his robes and
  whispered "Open Channel D." The mirror flashed to life. "Malfoy, you
  there?"

  "Yes. What is it?" Draco's face appeared in the mirror. He stifled a yawn.

  "You wanted to know if I saw anything unusual with the Gryffs."

  "What have you got?" Draco was now more alert.

  "Potter's playmate Granger just went into the old Potion's classroom. She
  looked a little, um, flustered..."

  "Stay out of sight. Make sure she does not leave. I will be right there."

  "You owe me, big," Zabini informed him.

  "Put it on my tab," Draco said stiffly as the mirror turned black.

  A few moments later, since the old classroom was just down the hall from
  the Slytherin Dorms, Draco met the Prefect with a nod. "She still in
  there?"

  "Unless she used the floo, she is still there."

  "Thanks." Malfoy walked over to the door and very carefully opened it. He
  did not see anything at first, but after he stepped inside he used a
  locking and silencing charm just in case.

  He was not sure why, but it seemed a prudent precaution.

  "Hello?" he said softly. "Granger?"

  He heard a whimper, and an odd wet noise. "Grang..." he gulped as he came
  around the dusty teacher's desk and found her on her knees, tears escaped
  tightly closed eyes, mouth open panting. Her skirt was flipped up, panties
  gone and her long fingers moved between her legs, frantically rubbing
  herself.

  Her eyes snapped open as she realized that she was not alone. The desperate
  young witch tried to stop what she was doing, to take her fingers off of
  her aching clitoris but with a moan they were back. "Black! It was Black!"
  she sobbed, turning her face from him red with shame.

  "Gods, did he rape you?" he gulped, unable to take his eyes off of her.

  Hermione shook her head no. "P-p-potion," she choked.

  "What can I do?"

  In answer she jumped to her feet, lunged at him! Her slick hand caught his
  arm. The smell of her sex was almost overpowering. She used her grip to
  climb up his torso, rubbed her groin against him and looked into his
  stunned gray eyes. "Please, Draco, please, fuck me NOW!"

  "What?" He tried to pull away. Hermione threw her arms around his neck. She
  whispered harshly in his right ear. "Need sex! Please! Not Black, you!"

  "No, I, I..." Draco's eyes were drawn to her face as an almost painful
  warmth spread from the place on his arms and neck where Hermione had
  touched his skin. "Your hands... It is on your hands," he gasped and he now
  knew why she was acting the way she did. He was becoming painfully aroused
  already.

  "Please!" she kissed him fiercely.

  With a Herculean effort, Draco pushed her back drew his wand with a
  trembling hand. He pointed it at her. "Custodio Contra Conceptio!" Loose
  translation - Guard against conception.

  Their clothes were flung in all directions. The pair could not stop groping
  one another long enough to worry about where they ended up. Draco's last
  coherent as they sank to the floor together was that he hoped he had done
  the contraceptive spell right.

  -----

  Severus felt utterly ridiculous.

  Though it was not as if he had any say in the matter. To get his figurative
  leash extended, he knew that he would have to submit without hesitation to
  whatever Dumbledore desired, no matter how humiliating.

  But this was EXCRUTIATINGLY humiliating.

  It was bad enough that the bastard Dumbledore had felt the need to bind him
  into one of his prized corsets, but did the damn thing really have to be
  Gryffindor red and gold?

  The Slytherin chafed silently, keeping his face neutral. He supposed in a
  way he looked good. His legs were long and slender, though perched
 precariously on six-inch spiked heels (which might just be the death of      
  him!) and sheathed in sheer dark red silk hose, held at mid thigh by
  suspenders that hung from the corset.

  His waist, despite all it had gone through recently was quite slim, his
  breasts (he still had a problem with that concept) were swollen to the
  rather impressive cup size of a double 'D'. The breasts were held up and
  out by the whalebone stiffened red silk, and the top of the corset was
  decorated with gold ribbons. It left his hard nipples peeking out over his
  enhanced bust line.

  The whole thing made him look very feminine.

  And of course, to add insult to injury, the corset stopped just at the
  curve of his arse, so that it was left bare for Dumbledore to fondle and
  fuck at his leisure.

  Though the whole delicate, feminine image was thrown off by two glaring
  imperfections.

  The first was of course, his face. By no stretch of the imagination could
  it be considered soft or feminine. It was much too angular, though Severus
  noticed that since the alteration to his gender, his eyelashes had grown
  longer, and thicker, just the way women wanted theirs to be.

  And he could not grow a beard to save his life.

  The second extremely unfeminine feature was, to be blunt, his cock and
  balls, which thanks to the cut of the corset, were also left, well,
  hanging.

  It seemed strange that Dumbledore always wanted him to wear things that
  made him look like a woman. And yet, the old lecher could not keep his
  hands or admittedly talented mouth off of his cock. Albus wanted to touch
  and/or suck him, though every time the man took him, Severus was on his
  back.

  The old pervert would never dream of letting Severus top him. In his mind,
  and so in his world, his pet Slytherin would always be submissive.

  So here he was, all dressed up like some specialty whore, and Dumbledore
  ended up being called to the Great Hall by Professor Vector. "Wait here my
  love, I will be back in a few moments. Just do not start without me!" he
  had chuckled squeezing his breast playfully. Then his voice had become just
  a little harder. "I will be displeased if you touch yourself."

  So, he was stuck in the too small and awkward heels, which made his feet
  ache even when he did not put his weight on them. His privates, both sets,
  were exposed, cold, and the corset was so bloody tight that he could hardly
  breath!

  In the end he sat at his vanity and worked on his hair.

  There was something he would never have thought possible. Severus Snape
  sitting before a small single drawer woman's vanity, complete with a large
  lighted mirror. This was a present from Albus. There was makeup, which
  Severus never used unless ordered to. Mostly he wore it to play a geisha or
  unfortunately, for Dumbledore's nastier whore fantasies.

  He sighed tiredly and started to brush his hair. Recently he had begun to
  experiment with braids. Now that his hair fell well past his hips it mostly
  ended up in the way, and if he were not careful it could get some
  horrendous tangles.

  The Slytherin did not even consider asking Albus if he could cut it.

  Thanks to Dumbledore's obsession with finding ways to make Severus enjoy
  pain and the old man spanking him at the drop of a wand, the last thing he
  wanted was to give him a reason to inflict some punishment on him.

  The brush fell from his hand as he heard the office door thrown open, and
  then slammed shut with a bang. 'Oh gods, he is angry!' He jumped to his
  feet, but almost fell because of the heels. "Albus?" he gulped, ready to
  drop to his knees and grovel.

  "Not quite!" Sirius Black stormed into the bedroom looking more like a
  maniac then he had when he escaped from Azkaban! His hair was slick with
  sweat, face flushed, eyes wild with desire. "Perfect," he hissed seeing his
  old foe frozen like a deer in the headlights, and dressed like a Knockturn
  Alley whore.

  "Nice arse." He licked his lips. "Bring it over here!"

  Snape backed away, shakily. He was near total panic. What was he supposed
  to do? Would Dumbledore want him to let Black take him, or would he be
  angry?

  He was almost hyperventilating as Black stalked towards him, forcing his
  back against the far wall by the picture of Albus and his brother. The two
  wizards were both cheering and encouraging Black to edge him closer so that
  Snape would be shoved against the massive picture as Black took him.

  "You are a sight for my sore cock bitch!" The near manic Gryffindor tore
  open his fly and pushed his straining organ against the trembling man,
  leaving a wet sticky trail along the red silk of the corset. He slammed
  both hands on either side of Severus' head.

  "But, Albus wants me," Severus gasped as the other man humped against him.
  "He will be back any minute!"

  "I get the cunt, he can have the other side!" Sirius growled.

  Severus slipped down the wall, and out of Black's grasp! He tried to run,
  but fell on the heels. He scuttled backward out of the man's reach. "Spread
  your legs or I will break your fucking neck!" Black lunged!

  "Stupify!" Sirius Black froze then crumpled to the floor, sprawled on his
  back. Even unconscious, his swollen cock was purple, and looked painfully
  erect.

  "Albus!" Severus stumbled over Black and into his husband's strong arms. He
  never thought that he could be so happy to see the man.

  "There, there Severus, my darling." The Headmaster petted his hair. "It
  would seem that Sirius was not successful in his conquest."

  Then suddenly the callused fingers caught his arm, twisted it till Severus
  was on his knees. "You are supposed to be submissive Severus. Why did you
  resist Sirius?" The blue eyes were burning.

  "I was not sure what I should do," Severus gaped, rubbing his cheek against
  Dumbledore's cruel fingers. "You said to wait for you. I did not know if
  you would be angry if I let him take me without your permission!"

  The older man's face softened. "Poor child. You were confused." He released
  Severus' bruised wrist and smiled. "Next time the situation comes up, you
  will submit to Sirius. He is my son, so you will obey him as you would me."
  His hand wrapped around Snape's hair, then jerked his head back painfully.
  "Is that clear?"

  "Yes Albus," he whimpered.

  "Now go give Sirius a blow-job. He is in desperate need of relief. You can
  calm him so that he will be less violent when he wakes." He looked down at
  Sirius an odd look in his eyes. He pointed his wand at the fallen man and
  muttered a quick cleaning spell. "Since you are not nearly insane with
  need, I presume he did not touch you."

  "No Albus."

  "Good, now suck Sirius." He sat down on the bed to watch.

  Severus crawled over to Black's unconscious form and took in his shaft in
  his mouth. He had barely begun when the organ exploded! He was taken by
  surprise and almost choked on the copious amount of seed that shot down his
  throat.

  Eventually he managed to calm his gag reflex and wiped his mouth.

  Dumbledore had his own member out and was stroking it. "Now do it again,"
  he ordered. Severus looked down at Black's crotch. His shaft had not gone
  down in the least. In fact, it looked larger!

  "What did he use?" asked Severus, black eyes wide.

  "The Liquid Lust Potion," Dumbledore answered. "Now suck it again."

  "Yes, Albus." Severus bent down again. Why had Dumbledore lied? Or to be
  technically correct, he had omitted part of the truth. The Potions Master
  could still smell it. There had been more then just the lust potion on
  Black.

  Why did Albus not want him to know that?

  And who had Black been trying seduce in the first place?

  tbc
***** Subjugation - 17 *****
Subjugation - 17




  Draco Malfoy woke to the incredible feeling of something tight, warm and
  wet surrounding his manhood. He moaned and pushed up into it, "yes." His
  hands found silken hips.

  Gray eyes snapped open as he heard a moan in return.

  Hermione Granger, Potter's pal, one of the Golden Trio had him on his back
  and was riding his cock. She was beautiful with her hair flying wild and
  very large breasts bouncing. "Hermione," he gasped as her body clenched
  around him, once again triggering his release, which flooded her body.

  She collapsed across him.

  "The potion wore off hours ago," Draco panted kissing her forehead.

  "So?" She snuggled against him.

  "Just thought you should know," he shrugged then raised a hand to her
  cheek. Hermione noticed the burn scar on his arm: it was about the length
  of her hand, in the shape a striking snake. She was sure that it was made
  by a branding iron. But tried not to stare, she knew he was self-conscious.

  "This is so wrong, on so many levels," he told her with a barely visible
  smile.

  "At least I did not lose my virginity to Sirius Black," Hermione head her
  head up high.

  "You may not believe this, but, despite my father's best efforts to get me
  into his favorite brothel, I was a virgin too."

  "You could have fooled me." Hermione smiled.

  "Thanks." His fair skin flushed pink. But he sat up and looked her in the
  eye as he said. "I wish we knew why Black came after you with that lust
  potion in the first place. Touching a student, that was reckless."

  "He used a fertility potion too the prick! Black wanted to knock me up!"
  She could not help but tremble with anger at the thought. Draco's arms
  wrapped around her as he held her close. "I know you had the presence of
  mind to use a contraceptive spell. Thank you."

  "I tried to use one. In the shape I was in, and with a fertility potion in
  both our blood, it might not have worked." He could not lie.

  Hermione sat up hugging herself. "He was trying to make me pregnant!"
  suddenly she gasped. "Oh Merlin! He and Dumbledore, they are planning to do
  to me what they are doing to Severus!"

  "I would not put it past the bastards, but why? Why would he risk it?
  Dumbledore might be able to disavow any knowledge of it and survive as
  Headmaster with help from the Wizongamot, but if this gets out Black would
  be ruined." Draco sat up. "Do you think that they suspect that you know
  about Severus? That they want to be sure that you are unable to work
  against them. Or they might be angry that they think you are seeing me,"
  said Draco as he turned away. "My family has been disgraced. You saw
  Dumbledore's eyes when he realized it was you that I had been kissing."

  "What your father did is hardly your fault." She touched his cheek, the
  scarred one. "You are a good man Draco Malfoy."

  The Slytherin leaned over and kissed her. "There was a time when I tried to
  be like my father, when I said things to you..."

  "The one who said those things was a spoiled little boy who knew only
  privilege and was raised in hatred. That was another person, a lifetime
  ago." Hermione kissed him back.

  They just held one another for a while, until Draco finally took a deep
  breath. "I do not know any way to detect pregnancy that would work before
  seven days."

  "Me either," Hermione nodded. "But it does not matter." He started to
  speak, but she placed a hand over his mouth. "I know there are potions that
  can stop this, but I will not allow those monsters to make me kill an
  innocent."

  "Hermione, I do not have the Malfoy fortune anymore that is true. But I am
  not quite destitute. My father planned for every contingency. I have access
  to assets in Wizard and Muggle banks that the Ministry does not know about,
  so if you are pregnant with my child, I can, and will support you in
  whatever way you need."

  "That means a lot to me." She lifted her skirt from the floor. "The sun is
  rising; we had best get back to our dorms. Damn, Black! He kept my
  panties!"

  "If I were you, I would not want them back now," he said with disgust.
  "Hermione, I do not know if we will be able to talk to one another for a
  while. For your own safety you will need to stay surrounded by Gryffindors,
  especially Potter to keep Black off of you. He will not give up." Draco
  brushed her tangled hair from her face. Then he closed his eyes, and
  sighed. "If we are unable to communicate I will insult you this coming
  Monday when we leave Advanced Potions. Turn my hair blue if you are, red if
  you are not."

  "Draco Malfoy." She kissed his cheek. "I cannot say that I love you. But I
  think that I am beginning to like you."

  ---

  The air was unseasonably warm. Severus used his wand to lay out a large red
  blanket beneath an enormous oak tree. Several house elves set out a basket
  of food, some wine and a small bassinet.

  Severus sat down carefully cradling his son in his arms. Things tried to
  invade his mind.

  'Do not think about it.'

  He was still a little sore in places, even after the healing potions. Every
  pain was another reminder of what had been done to him. He tried not to
  think about last night. He should be used to this by now!

  But he trembled as the memories came anyway. He could only hold Godric
  tightly, and lose himself in his son's midnight blue eyes.

  ***

  He had sucked Black off four times. He thought he would be sick from the
  sheer volume of seed he was forced to swallow.

  And when Black woke up he leapt on Severus, bent his legs against his chest
  then plunged into his female opening.

  After his third ejaculation in there, he decided that he wanted something
  tighter. He had just pulled out of one opening, and slammed into the other.

  On his fourth orgasm in that orifice, Sirius Black had finally groaned and
  fell over onto his side, sound asleep. His desperate need sated, he could
  finally rest.

  Black snored like a dragon with bronchitis.

  Severus had been left sprawled on the floor in the tattered remains of the
  once rather elegant red corset, stinking of sex, dripping semen and blood
  from all three openings.

  "Come here Severus," Albus ordered. He still sat on the bed, cock out and
  hard as he patted his thigh, like calling a dog.

  Severus dragged himself to his feet, but lurched drunkenly on the heels. He
  kicked them off, but still ended up being forced to crawl to the bed.
  Dumbledore took his arm and helped him to stand. "Severus my Pet, you are a
  mess."

  "Yes Albus." He bowed his head, hiding his face with his hair. He expected
  Albus to put him on his back and take him.

  With one swift movement the Headmaster jerked on him by the arms and
  brutally shoved him face first into the bed, one hand on the back of his
  neck, pinning him!

  Severus struggled, he was smothering until suddenly as the hand came off
  his neck, his anus was breached in one savage thrust.

  His already sore hole was mercilessly plundered.

  When the assault finally ended, he was crying. "Sh, it is alright Severus."
  His arse was kneaded gently, then licked.

  "Stop trembling my dear, very soon now, when Sirius and I have his bride to
  entertain us, things will be easier for you."

  "Yes Albus," he sobbed, too confused and sore to care at that moment who
  the unfortunate girl might be.

  "Let me get you some healing potion," he said gently, and Severus felt the
  weight lift from the bed, then after a moment it returned. "Drink this." It
  was very strong. Some of the stuff Severus had made when he was spying on
  Voldemort.

  "You need to get outside, get some sun." Dumbledore played with his hair.
  "A picnic! Oh that will be marvelous! I will have the house elves pack a
  lunch. We can have lemon cake!"

  ***

  Severus shivered at the overwhelming memory but began to relax as he heard
  his son. He gently kissed Godric's cheek. His son gurgled and made other
  cute little baby noises that helped to sooth him. Severus cooed back, eyes
  wet with tears.

  He had to find a way to save Godric from becoming a monster like his
  father.

 It had been a relief that Dumbledore had been called by the School Board at  
  the last minute. Oh, the Headmaster promised that he would be along later,
  but for a little while at least he was alone with his child.

  ---

  At that same time Remus Lupin woke with a start.

  The first thing he did was look at his hands. For the last three nights in
  a row, they had been claws.

  On a night with only a sliver of moon, he had changed into a wolf. But
  somehow, even without the potion he had kept his mind.

  But this was different from the wolfsbane potion. It was not just him, the
  wolf was there also. Since it had broken through to his conscious mind in
  the pensive they had begun to merge.

  Though they were still separate individuals, there was now a strong
  emotional link between them.

  What Remus found surprising was that the wolf was not the murderous
  creature he expected it to be. It was really only confused. It could not
  speak, for the wolf knew no words, but with feelings and mental pictures it
  told him its story.

  It was conceived the night that he was bitten, born the night of the next
  full moon. It had woken to the world in pain, fear, and darkness. This
  newly born creature had come to awareness chained and alone. Why was it
  bound? It did not understand what was happening.

  Wolves are pack animals, so the wolf hated to be alone. It tore at itself,
  not because it wanted to rend some helpless victim, but in desperation and
  loneliness.

  It had been so happy when the others arrived. When the near wolf, the
  horned one and the little scampering one had come to play! It had been so
  wonderful not to be trapped, or bound, but to finally run free.

  The wolf also remembered the first time that it saw its future mate. So
  tall, pale and beautiful, walking through the tunnel towards the wolf's
  den. It had wanted him that night, would have mated with him, but before
  the wolf could claim his own, its love had been dragged away!

  Why had he been taken? Remus could feel the confusion and anger.

  It had been hard to try and get the wolf to understand that everyone
  assumed that the werewolf was dangerous. They thought that it would hurt
  Severus. The wolf had whimpered as Remus tried to explain that Severus
  might be afraid of it also.

  When he finally managed to calm it, Remus decided that they had enough of
  an understanding that it was time for him to go out and explore with his
  new self.

  Remus dressed in a plain gray suit and his old threadbare robes, though
  when he glanced in the mirror to be sure that there was nothing amiss, he
  could not help but notice that he looked different. He could not put his
  finger on it exactly, except for the yellow circle around the outside of
  his irises.

  It was as if he were Remus Lupin, only more so?

  He felt more confident, stronger, more aware then he had ever been. He felt
  as if his world had expanded exponentially. The wolf now had the benefit of
  his mind, of reason, and he was the recipient of its strength and senses.

  It was odd to be able to smell what Minerva had eaten for breakfast. He
  could smell her perfume, and the soap he had used this morning, the
  detergent that the elves had used on her clothes.

  He actually had to hold himself back from her because the wolf wanted to
  put his nose to her throat for an even better whiff of her scent.

  That was a strange feeling.

  Even so she kept staring at him. Was something different? She had asked.

  Had he cut his hair?

  He was going down the row taking in the scents either from those that were
  in the room, or from their chairs. He liked the way Hagrid smelled. He had
  the tang of moist earth, grain, raw meat, both of those from feeding his
  creatures no doubt.

  But his hackles rose on the back of his neck as he smelled the scent of
  lemon, with a fainter hint of blood and sex that had to be Dumbledore in
  the Great hall. The wolf wanted to howl, it raged with feral fury wanting
  to rend this creature that in its mind had defiled its mate. But Lupin's
  mind reached out and held it with a firm hand. 'Not yet.' He forced the
  wolf to back down. It did not like it, but it had obeyed.

  Both forgot about Dumbledore when the sweet smell that the wolf identified
  as a nursing female washed over them. Severus, it must be. Bidding a hasty
  farewell to the staff in the hall, he let the wolf follow the wonderful
  smell and track down its mate.

  It led him out to the gardens at the west wall of Hogwarts. His heart leapt
  as he saw the object of both of their desires sitting on a blanket having a
  picnic lunch.

  As Remus moved closer he took in the sight of his love, or what he hoped
  one day would be his love. He could not take his eyes from Severus. His
  movements were graceful as he poured himself a glass of what looked like
  red wine, and raised it to drink. Soft pink tongue licked a few stray drops
  from his lips.

  The werewolf's eyes wandered down to those long, long legs. They were half
  curled beneath him, slippers off, white skin exposed to view.

  He looked so delicate, long hair braided into one thick plait down his
  back. His soft velvet robes enhancing his exquisite form. Remus had always
  been attracted, but somehow now, he found Severus irresistible.

  Remus had to close his eyes. He could not believe the picture that the wolf
  was sending him! He had to laugh when he thought about it. It is true that
  he now knew that the wolf was more then a beast.

  But he could not believe what the wolf was fixated on!

  He felt himself becoming erect as he opened his eyes and found them drawn
  to Severus. The wolf inside was all but clawing at his skin aching with
  desire.

  He was coming to accept this creature as a part of himself, not a monster.
  But Remus was shocked to find out that the wolf was a sexual being.

  If the wolf had its way, Remus would at that moment be on his hands and
  knees in front of Severus, licking his feet.

  It wanted to taste Severus' slim feet, to run its tongue over his
  admittedly delectable toes. Nibble on the little bumps over his ankles.
  Trace the curve of his arch with his nose.

  'Oh, this is just great,' he chuckled. 'My inner wolf has a foot fetish!'

  Of course, the wolf did not want to stop at his toes. In fact it gave him
  an embarrassingly clear picture of his wolf form nosing Severus onto his
  back, nuzzling snuggly between his legs and shagging him senseless!

  "Lupin?" Severus' very sexy voice startled him from his strange visions. "I
  did not know you were here."

  Remus almost asked how he could not know, as he sat down on the blanket.
  But then he realized what had happened. While he had seen the other man
  many times these past few weeks, sat with him for hours, Severus had been
  unconscious.

  "Please Severus, call me Remus. We have known one another long enough to be
  on a first name basis." He walked over to where Severus sat next to his
  child who gurgled in his bassinet. "I arrived the day of your, accident."

  "Wonderful timing as always," the black haired wizard said softly, though
  at the end he added, "Remus."

  "I hope it gets better soon." Remus was surprised that the wolf was not so
  much aroused by the sight of his love, but felt a wave of protectiveness
  for both Severus and the baby. "You have a lovely baby Severus. I saw him
  when Albus showed him after the birth. But he was all wrapped up and about
  two meters away." Godric had begun to fidget. Severus lifted him out of the
  little bed again. "Would it be OK if I held him?"

  "Do you know how?"

  "I have a lot of very young cousins. So, yes, I have held an infant once or
  twice." His heart pounded in his chest as Severus carefully placed the tiny
  frail bundle in his arms. Remus carefully supported the little head and
  looked into the face of utter innocence.

  If he had not seen the pensive, Remus would never have believed that this
  beautiful miracle had been created in such an ugly brutal manner.

  "Hello Godric." Remus held the child close and took in the scents that
  filed his nostrils. He was almost overwhelmed by the scents of mother's
  milk, talcum powder, baby lotion, and the delicate smell of newness. He
  felt almost drunk on the heady, earthy, sweet smell of the baby. He rubbed
  his nose against Godric's. To an outside observer he seemed to be simple
  fussing over the child.

  In fact he was indulging the wolf, it wanted to scent the child, to feel
  him, to know him.

  'Mine!'

  Remus started as the single syllable rang in his mind. He almost laughed,
  though in a way he knew that he should be proud.

  His inner wolf had said its first word.

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 18 *****
Subjugation - 18






  Severus watched Remus Lupin, Marauder, werewolf, enemy? The man that held
  his tiny son gently in strong cradled in strong capable arms.

  And to his own shock, Severus did not feel afraid for Godric.

  Though he could see at a glance that there was something very different
  about his old, well, he could not call Remus a nemesis. The ex Marauder had
  been in on a few of the more minor tricks on him, but Lupin had never been
  present when Black, Potter and the little rat Pettigrew had truly hurt him.

  For reasons he could not name the Slytherin felt oddly safe in the company
  of a man he had once reviled for his unfortunate choice in friends. Perhaps
  it was the gentleness in those brown eyes, even with that odd highlight of
  yellow that seemed to have appeared in them.

  After all of the pain Severus had endured these last few months, the
  beatings, the rapes, he felt strangely drawn to the other man's strong
  protective aura. "He is beautiful Severus," the words startled him, as did
  the soft brown eyes as they seemed to bore into him.

  "He is my life," Severus said almost to himself.

  They looked into each other's eyes, black bottomless pools exploring tawny
  brown depths that had once seemed almost dull, yet were now as deep, as
  wild as the darkest forest. He almost did not hear Remus Lupin's words. "I
  saw the pensive that you gave to Malfoy."

  Lupin watched Severus stiffen. His cheek twitched then he turned away.

  "Granger, Malfoy and I want to help you." He kept his voice low, and
  reached out with his enhanced senses to be sure that no one caught them
  unawares. The words he intended to speak to Severus could cost both of them
  their lives.

  After a moment Severus wrapped his arms tightly over his chest. "I told
  Draco to use that only as a last resort. No one can help me."

  "How do you know?"

  "Dumbledore is too powerful. If I took Godric and tried to run he would
  find us. I do not know if we would survive his vengeance." Severus met his
  eyes. "But, there is someone that you might save. Dumbledore and Black,
  they are trying to seduce a girl in this school. Black went after her last
  night with an aphrodisiac potion but failed. I do not know who she is,
  Dumbledore will not tell me, but you must find her. Save her before they
  force her to marry Black and..." He shuddered, but did not say what was in
  his heart. 'Save her before they do to her what they have done to me.'
  "They will try to break her. You must stop them."

  "I will find and help that girl. And I swear that I will find a way to help
  you." Severus felt himself looking at Remus. He wanted to believe what this
  man said, but held back.

  Hope was a dangerous thing that could be used against him.

  He did not know why he said it out loud, but the words escaped before he
  could stop them. "The only way for me to ever be free is for Dumbledore to
  die."

  "If that is what it takes Severus." The Slytherin gasped at the heartfelt
  answer. "I know what he does to you. I..." Remus froze, the wolf sniffed
  the air. "Sirius is coming."

  The wolf growled deep in his throat, but otherwise Remus managed to look
  normal for his, old friend.

  "Hey Moony!" Black called smiling as he sat down much too close to Severus.
  "I had begun to think that you had gone without saying goodbye! Where have
  you been?"

  "I was ill, it was just a bit of flu. But I kept to my rooms until I was
  completely well. Did not want to risk giving something to the baby," he
  said, looking down at the child, who he noted had begun to earnestly nuzzle
  his chest, mewling. "Oops, I think he is hungry," Remus noted with a bit of
  a blush.

  Severus took his son cradled him gently in his arms, then took a blanket
  from the bassinet and lay it over Godric to cover them both as he was
  obviously baring a breast to feed him.

  Remus watched with rapt fascination as Severus gave nourishment to his son
  from his own body. He took in the contentment on the other man's face. It
  was the most beautiful things that he had ever seen.

  The wolf arose in him. It wanted to snuggle up with them, to keep them warm
  and safe.

  But then a smell caught his attention. It made the wolf claw at his skin
  with rage. He smelled intense arousal. It was coming in waves from Sirius.
  His eyes flashed as he found his one time friend staring intently at
  Severus. He felt his fingernails elongate and sharpen to claws. He dug them
  deep into the blanket to hide them.

  'No.' He growled back at the wolf, exerting his dominance. 'To kill him now
  would be to lose Severus forever.' He tried to send pictures of Azkaban, of
  Dementors.

  He felt his hands slowly return to normal. The wolf did not understand all
  that he tried to impart, but it very clearly understood being bound. Never
  being able to run free in the moonlight again. It was still angry. Yes, it
  wanted Severus, wanted its mate. But even the primitive animalistic
  creature knew that a mother nursing its cub must be protected, not taken.

  It was a shock to Remus, when he realized that the wolf, the animal, found
  Sirius' desire obscene.

  Lupin had calmed himself when he was startled by a voice. "I am a very
  lucky man."

  Dumbledore seemed to have appeared behind them. Lupin would have sworn that
  he neither heard, smelt, nor felt, anything.

  "Sorry I was delayed my Love." He sat down beside Severus, kissed his
  cheek. And, Remus would swear, the old man managed to casually move the
  blanket enough to get a look at Severus' breast as Godric released it.

  Remus expected the wolf to go berserk on him, but it became unnaturally
  calm and quiet. It was angry, he could feel that, but it knew that
  Dumbledore was powerful, and dangerous. It would follow Remus' lead.

  Smart wolf.

  "I am very glad to find you here Remus. As I recall, you still have your
  teaching certificate? Yes?" He nodded, but still looked puzzled. "Good,
  could I persuade you to stay and take over the Potions class for the rest
  of the year?" The Werewolf blinked. He had actually been expecting the
  Headmaster to start hinting that he had stayed too long.

  "I thought Professor Praetorius would be staying till the end of the year?"


  "So did I. In point of fact, he has been escorted off of the grounds by
  Aurors sent by the School Board. I told them that I did not want that man
  at the beginning, but I was outvoted." Dumbledore barely hid his annoyance
  at having his sage advice ignored. "It seems they did not do their due
  diligence in checking his background. I should have fought them on it. I
  should have trusted my instincts and called you in the first place.
  Everyone thought him strange, but it seems he has been working with an
  outlaw wizard in Germany. According to the Germany Ministry, they were
  dabbling in Necromancy." Even Albus Dumbledore had been shocked at this
  turn of events.

  "Merlin!" gasped Remus. "Was he trying anything at the school?"

  "I told Albus this morning, he was growing human like creatures as
  experiments. He showed them off to me!" said Sirius still unable to believe
  it. "The freak was proud of it!

  "If you think that it will not cause any problems with the students I will
  be happy to stay. But I do not think that I could be ready to teach any
  classes today."

  "Do not worry Remus." Dumbledore smiled, being the gentle Headmaster. "I
  have taken the liberty of canceling all Potion classes today. Severus can
  help you get up to speed on the syllabus. I think we can have the classes
  back to some semblance of normalcy by next Monday."

  "Miss Granger would actually be more up to date on it then I would," said
  Severus truthfully, gently patting Godric on the back as the child lay
  against his shoulder.

  "I think that we have been placing much too much responsibility on Miss
  Granger's shoulders," noted Albus. "The girl needs time to do her school
  work. And I have another project that I would like to start her on." He and
  Sirius both smiled.

  Remus shuddered, and closed his eyes. Surely he must be misreading this.
  Even they would never try to subjugate Hermione. She was Harry's friend for
  Merlin's sake! They would not want him to know of their perversions.

  "I am looking forward to teaching her some special lessons." Black smirked
  as if to confirm Lupin's suspicions. A glance at Severus confirmed to him
  that he had come to the same conclusion.

  "Sirius, take Remus up and give him the paperwork to sign so that he can
  start officially working for us again. Do not worry Remus my boy. You are a
  hero of the war now, no one will object. The only one's who did last time
  were the Slytherins." Dumbledore, being the caring Headmaster, smiled
  again.

 Then, he placed a hand on Severus' thigh.                                    

  Remus did not want to leave Severus alone with Dumbledore, but knew that at
  the moment, he had no choice. Besides, the older man had all but ordered
  him to meet with Severus later, to discuss his classes.

  They had a lot to discuss. But first, he needed to find Hermione.

  Severus watched Remus Lupin follow Black back to the castle, he wanted to
  run after him. He wanted to be anywhere but here with Albus Dumbledore.

  "You were flirting, My Love." Severus cringed as the hand on his thigh
  tightened to bruising intensity.

  "No! I was not, Albus, I swear!" he gulped clutching Godric tightly to his
  chest.

  "Put him down Severus. I am not going to hurt you, yet." Knowing better
  then to protest or fight, Severus gently placed Godric in his bassinet. "Up
  on your knees, here where you have your back to the castle." Severus
  complied. He slowly edged his way around the blanket till he was kneeling
  before Dumbledore. He bowed his head awaiting orders. "Now, pull up your
  robe, slowly."

  Albus licked his lips as he watched Severus very slowly draw the velvet
  robes up over his bare legs. When it was in his lap, he meekly parted his
  thighs so that his cock was exposed. "Touch yourself. Perhaps I will
  forgive you for flaunting yourself before Remus." Unless someone was
  standing on top of them, they would not be able to see what he was doing

  "Funny, thing is, that I was not am not late because of Praetorius, the
  Aurors met me in my office and took him almost immediately. Before I could
  leave the Wizongamot contacted me. A member of the council died last
  night," he said watching as Severus ran a hand along his cock.

  Severus knew that he had no choice but to become aroused. So here he was
  trying to get off sitting here where anyone might see, hoping to avoid a
  beating. Such intense pressure was naturally a BIG help.

  He was only half listening to Dumbledore's words. Until he said, "You might
  remember the, deceased Severus. Phillip Walters."

  Opening his eyes Severus could did not succeed in stifling a snort. Oh, he
  remembered Phillip Walters all right. The moron who had been the first
  referred to him as Albus' wife, among other things. "How could I forget
  him? The man's hands were magnetically attracted to my arse!"

  "Understandable." Dumbledore chuckled as he noted that Severus' cock
  remained flaccid. "The man was a fool. Probably burst his heart. I told him
  not to stoop to muggle cures for his, difficulties, but he ate them like
  candy."

  "Those, Vigoria? Vadlia? Or whatever he called those pills he was handing
  to everyone?" Severus stopped touching himself and looked at Dumbledore.

  "Along with a half dozen other assorted muggle anti-Impotence drugs. The
  man was a walking apothecary. And I do not think he even had a lover.
  Disgusting. Stroke your cock my boy."

  "Please Albus, I am trying..."

  "Now, stop whining child." Dumbledore smirked. "Poor Phillip dying alone in
  his bathtub. You need not fear on that score love, I will be around for a
  very long time. Now when I do eventually end this life, I intend to be
  balls deep in a hot bitch. Hopefully you."

  The shudder of disgust amused the older man. "Just so you know, in case
  that devious little mind of yours was to get any ideas, just remember this.
  If I should happen to shuffle off this mortal coil you, my poor mentally
  ill spouse, will be in the custody of Sirius Black. And if he should have
  an accident, you would be come the ward of the Wizongamot."

  "Ward, meaning I would be the private whore for half a hundred perverts."
  Severus had stopped stroking himself several moments ago.

  Albus ignored Severus and slipped his hand into the picnic basket. "Hmm,
  ah..." He smiled, eyes twinkling. "The elves are so very good at following
  orders." He held up a long obscenely thick sausage. Severus froze at the
  thought of what the man could do with that thing.

  He almost bolted.

  Albus bit it then held the greasy, dripping thing out to him. "I love
  these, would you like a bite?"

  ----

  After signing the paperwork on Dumbledore's desk Remus had been glad that
  Sirius had a class to attend. This left him free to find Hermione. As he
  recalled since there was no Potions class today she would have a free
  period, so he immediately went to the library.

  As expected she was there at a table alone, surrounded by a pile of books.
  "Hermione."

  "Hi Remus." Her smile made him feel better.

  "Actually, as of about thirty minutes ago, it became Professor Lupin again.
  I am now your Potions teacher." Remus had to smile at this since he was at
  best a barely adequate potion brewer. It was fortunate for him that to be
  certified to teach potions, one only needed a passing NEWTS score, and the
  ability to follow directions from the textbook.

  Fortunately for him, the ability to cast very quick, powerful cleaning and
  containment charms was much more useful in that particular subject. He sat
  down beside her. "Do not ask, I am sure there will be some explanation at
  lunch."

  Then glanced around to be sure that they were alone in the Library.
  "Hermione, did anything happen last night?"

  "Such as?" Her face flushed, eyes went to the floor as if to answer his
  unasked question.

  "Sirius." The name made her cringe. "Did he hurt you?' He whispered
  hastily.

  "You mean did he rape me?" She hissed angrily. "He tried, but Praetorius
  walked in on it."

  "I wonder if that has anything to do with his sudden termination?" Remus
  shrugged. "Severus said Sirius used an aphrodisiac. How did you counter the
  effects?"

  "I did not." Hermione blushed. "He used a fertility potion as well. I may
  be pregnant."

  "But I thought Sirius failed?"

  "He did. But I..." She swallowed, her face flushed. "Draco Malfoy found me
  in a compromising position. Before you fall into Gryffindor righteous
  anger, he tried to run and I jumped him. Even after the potion on my skin
  began to affect him, he tried to do a contraceptive spell."

  "I have no anger for Mr. Malfoy. But we have to keep you away from Sirius,"
  Remus whispered. "He is not one to give up easily. You should not be
  alone."

  "I have it planned out. I will only come here or be outside when Professor
  Black is in class." She held up something that looked a bit like a small,
  clear Rememberall. "This is charmed to go red when Sirius Black is within
  fifty feet of me."

  "Good. Just be careful. Do not be alone with him, or Dumbledore. Our
  Headmaster is even more dangerous then Sirius. And from what I saw in that
  pensive, I doubt that he would feel any qualms about taking you himself if
  he had the chance." Remus stood. "I am to meet Severus later to discuss the
  Potions syllabus. Maybe I can learn something useful. Just be careful."

  -----

  Waiting for Remus was torture. Not that Severus minded spending some time
  alone in his office. It was the fact that Dumbledore had given him thirty
  lashes, fucked his arse bloody and took his wand and forbade him from using
  any healing potions or pain relieving spells.

  Severus leaned against the wall, shuddering violently at the memory of what
  had happened as soon as they had gotten into Dumbledore's office. The
  bastard had snatched Godric from his arms, placed him in the bassinet which
  he had set on his desk, then ordered him to strip.

  The sadistic monster had beaten and raped him while their child slept not
  two meters away! And all the while Severus could not keep the image from
  his mind, of Dumbledore placing a switch into the hands of a slim black
  haired, black eyed boy. Showing the trusting child the best way to swing
  it. How to punish 'mommy', how to make him bleed so prettily.

  Damn the monster!

  Severus began to cry again.

  "Oh, there you are Severus." Remus walked in, but his smile faded as he saw
  the black haired man whimpered and turn away to hide his face. Remus did a
  quick silencing and locking charm. "Did he hurt you? Is there anything that
  I can do to help?" The words had just left his mouth when the overwhelming
  smell of blood and semen assaulted his enhanced senses.

  "Severus?" His voice went horse with rage. "What has he done to you?"
  Before he could say more, the wolf screamed into life.

  "Remus?" Severus turned, then gasped in horror as Remus' face began to
  stretch and convulse!

  Severus backed up against the wall, his heart clenched in fear. He was
  trapped with the werewolf!

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 19 *****
Subjugation - 19






  Severus backed away from the other monster that haunted his nightmares.

  Albus Dumbledore had recently taken first place in his more frightening
  dreams. Sirius Black was edging into second place, but Remus Lupin as a
  werewolf was still very high on the list.

  The creature was taller then him, much taller then he remembered: though he
  really had not gotten that good look at him in the tunnel under the
  Whomping Willow that night.

  Everything about the creature was somehow not right.

  The body was massive, powerful covered with thick gray fur. Its arms were
  too long, the powerful hind legs bent in the wrong way, though it was still
  bipedal. It seemed like some strange insane melding of man and beast. The
  claws looked enormous as they clenched and unclenched around the remains of
  Lupin's shredded robes, casually discarding them.

  The creature very slowly raised its head. Amber eyes quickly found him. The
  mouth curled to reveal long fangs as it drew back into the semblance of a
  truly frightening smile.

  Before the terrified wizard could even scream, the werewolf lunged, but
  scant inches from the end of his nose though Severus had not seen it move.

  A tremor of fear ran through his slender frame as the long pointed snout
  explored him. Hot breath puffing in and out against his cheek: it sniffed
  at his neck and moved the cold nose to worm into his robes between his
  breasts.

  The back of one long talon delicately touched his cheek. Severus tried to
  remain calm, to keep still and not flinch and cause it to attack.

  He wanted to run. He felt a suddenly urge to escape the too small room, run
  to find Dumbledore, and fall into his arms for protection.

  Looking to Dumbledore for protection? How pathetic was that?

  The razor sharp claws slipped down his throat then hooked his collar. The
  sound of velvet robes tearing barely registered, but he felt the cold
  dungeon air against his bared skin. Severus put up his hands to try and
  keep the thing at bay, but the creature brushed them aside without effort
  and buried its snout in his hair.

  He expected to feel the massive, razor sharp teeth rip his throat out. But
  all he felt was a cold nose poking his ear?

  The warm rough tongue ran delicately over the outer shell of his ear, then
  traced the line of his jaw. Huge clawed hands tore away more of his robes,
  bearing his shoulders, and breasts.

  Severus had kept his eyes closed, waiting for the end. But he was coming to
  the confusing realization that the wolf creature was not intending to rip
  him to shreds, what it seemed to be doing was rather clumsily undressing
  him?

  "L, L, Lupin?" he stuttered. Was the other man somehow still present, even
  without taking the wolfsbane potion? "Remus? Is that you?"

  The creature bent and very tenderly ran the long tongue over the nipple of
  his left breast. He shivered. "Remus, you cannot be serious?" he rasped
  hoarsely.

  It was cold and fear that made his nipples harden he told himself. I must
  be that same fear that caused the low moan to escape his lips. It was most
  definitely not the long, hot wet tongue that circled his nipples each in
  turn.

  As if it understood, the amber eyes looked at him. The tongue brushed his
  lips, almost like a kiss. Severus started to speak, but the long tongue
  plunged in, tangling with his own tongue, exploring his mouth. He tried to
  fight, but without breaking the 'kiss' the wolf drew him into an awkward,
  but very tight embrace.

  The Slytherin cringed, wanting to scream around the insistent tongue.

  Gods! He was being sexually assaulted by a werewolf!

  Why? Why was this always happening to him? Everyone from his parents on had
  always called him an ugly, greasy, disgusting git. If he really was so
  damned hideous then why did EVERYONE and his wolf want to fuck him?

  Severus gasped, the tongue finally exited his mouth, it tasted odd, though
  fortunately not foul like dog breath.

  Before Severus had the chance to think, he felt something hard push against
  him stomach. He looked down and with wide-eyed terror realized what it was.
  He put his hands against the furry chest and tried to push away. "Oh,
  Merlin, please Lupin, you cannot possible be thinking of trying to put that
  thing in me!"

  The only answer he received was to have the rest of his clothes torn away,
  though in a bizarrely gentle manner.

  It was all too much for him. Severus panicked! He somehow found the
  desperate strength to break away from the creature, and tried to run. But
  had not even gone two steps when the grasping clawed hand caught his long
  braided hair and used the plait to pull his him back within reach. It then
  pushed him down onto his stomach. The beast held him on the ground with a
  gentle yet firm pressure, on the small of his back. "Remus, don't..." he
  whimpered and struggled vainly.

  Then, the wolf caught sight of what it wanted! With extreme care, the
  creature used its teeth to pull off his soft blue slippers. Its breath
  caught as it again cast its amber eyes on those long slender, beautiful
  feet.

  It hungrily licked those delicate ankles. They tasted just as delicious as
  it had dreamed. The wolf wrapped its tongue around each of his wriggling
  toes in turn. This tickled Severus, causing him to make a noise between a
  laugh and a sob.

  The wolf wanted to continue to explore the contours and curves of those
  exquisite feet, but the smell of blood and semen was too strong.

  The wolf felt anger as it saw the marks on the back of the legs of its
  mate. The smell of blood caused a growl to escape its teeth. 'Mine!' it
  shouted in its mind. It felt its mate tremble, the wolf smelled fear.

  'He is terrified!' Remus' voice echoed in its mind. The wolf sighed; it was
  'him' again. 'Please, let me come out. You can smell his fear. He does not
  understand. Severus thinks you mean to harm him.'

  'Mine!' the wolf answered, then it tried to ignore him.

  'Fine, then, do not listen to me. He will hate us!' Remus wanted to hit
  something, but he could not use his body. He was a spectator in his own
  mind!

  Its mate was injured, in pain. It smelled of the bad white haired one.
  Growling the wolf decided on what it had to do.

  Severus was hyperventilating as the wolf's cold nose explored his body. He
  jumped as he felt the rough tongue gently run over one of the welts on his
  thigh. 'Of course it is attracted to blood,' he thought grimly waiting for
  it to bite him, for the teeth to rip his flesh.

  But the drooling creature only continued to lick his wounds. Severus felt
  his body begin to relax after a few minutes of the almost tender caresses.
  The thing actually felt good, especially when it began to explore his
  cleft. The long tongue slid in deep, causing a yelp of surprise to escape
  his throat.

  "Please stop!" he gasped trying unsuccessfully to keep from pushing back on
  the probing tongue. This was sick. He should not be enjoying this!

  The smell of the bad white haired one was becoming less as the wolf cleaned
  its mate. It felt a bit of smug satisfaction as the pale skin began to
  color. It felt its other self's shock as their mate's scent began to change
  now almost equal parts fear and arousal.

  The tongue shifted to tease the other opening, the wet one that emanated
  the smell of a female. Severus moaned and arched against the tongue. He
  whimpered in confusion and fear. The creature did not have Dumbledore's
 technique in the giving of oral pleasure, but what it lacked in finesse it   
  made up for in enthusiasm. That and length, it was enormous! It reached
  deep inside driving him to distraction.

  The wolf withdrew its tongue and careful of the claws, encouraged Severus
  to turn over. It settled between his legs. The wolf was ecstatic, about to
  finally claim its mate. But its mate lay limp beneath it, flushed face
  turned away, eyes tightly closed and leaking wet tears.

  Why was its mate still afraid? It licked at the tears, but his mate still
  looked frightened?

  'You are about to rape him,' Remus informed it. He tried to send pictures:
  to make the wolf understand that Severus had not consented. That he would
  feel that same about this as he had the assaults that had brought the wolf
  out in the first place.

  'Please, let me out. I can show you how humans touch. Let me show you how
  to make love to him. Please!'

  His legs had been forced painfully wide apart to accommodate the creature's
  bulk. Severus had given up fighting and simply waited for the creature to
  enter him. Why bother resisting.

  Everyone else raped him, why not this beast?

  Besides, he had been dreading something like this for months. Severus had
  no doubt that Black would eventually suggest doing it 'doggie style'
  literally, wanting to ravage him in his animal form.

  Dumbledore had already ordered him to submit to anything that Sirius Black
  wanted. The old pervert would no doubt want to watch.

  To be honest, Severus was only surprised that Black had not done it
  already.

  Yes, he might as well get used to it. Albus had already informed him that
  he would be expected to participate in acts of incest with their children,
  why should bestiality bother him?

  Severus Snape-Dumbledore felt the tears escape his tightly closed eyes. Now
  he was truly anyone's whore.

  He felt a touch on his lips. Felt a brush of something soft, warm, the
  ghost of a kiss, from very human lips. His eyes snapped open.

  The eyes that looked back into his were still mostly amber, but the face
  that smiled at him was that of Remus Lupin.

  Remus bent his head and kissed him again. He licked and kissed his lips,
  jaw line, collar bone, sucked on his nipples. When he moved back up and
  claimed his lips again Severus answered the kiss, writhed as gentle human
  hands touched his cheek, throat, swollen breasts. He moaned and arched into
  the touch.

  Their hands explored one another as lips and tongues tasted. Both men
  trembled with need and desire. "We love you," Remus hissed into his ear,
  "we want you." The amber eyes burned with need.

  Severus looked deeply into those not quite human eyes. He understood what
  Remus meant. They were in a strange way, having a threesome. And the
  thought did not frighten him. It should, but it did not.

  The wolf was more gentle then his husband!

  Severus felt a thrill and he trembled at the thought of letting Remus, and
  his wolf take him. Of defying Dumbledore, and making love with someone who
  wanted to make love to him, not degrade, abuse or hurt him. "I want you
  inside me," he growled. "I need you. Both of you."

  A small cry escaped Severus' lips as he felt the hard organ slide into his
  body. He wrapped his legs around Lupin's narrow hips to force him deeper.
  They moved together, hungrily, desperately, moaning, gasping. "Yes!"

  As seed filled the one beneath it, the wolf wanted to howl at the
  perfection of their mating. It had ceded control to the other, but stayed
  just below the surface. Feeling every touch, savoring every whimper and
  moan of desire.

  They had both made love to Severus.

  Remus Lupin and the wolf had both claimed their mate.

  ----

  Almost one hour later Remus pointed his wand at the last of their clothes.
  "Vestments repairo!" he commanded. The shredded fabric came together
  easily, returning to its former threadbare state. "I am going to have to
  break down and buy some new clothes."

  They dressed in silence. Until Severus leaned over and kissed Remus with a
  passion that took his breath away. But then he pushed away and looked into
  the eyes of the startled Remus. "Obliviate me," he said softly.

  "What?" Remus gasped.

  "You must oblivate me, Remus. Dumbledore, he sometimes takes my memories
  while I sleep. I never know when he will do it." He turned away. "When this
  is over, if I live, we can make a new memory. For now it could mean both
  our lives if were to Dumbledore see what we have done."

  Remus nodded sadly. "We will keep this memory safe for you."

  "You have truly found peace with the wolf?"

  "We are together now Severus. Know this, the wolf will never harm you. It,
  we both love you," he said, pointing his wand at Severus. "We will find a
  way to save you."

  Severus held up his hand to stop Remus. "Wait. Before anything else can be
  done we must change Dumbledore's will. If he died now I would be given to
  Black and after him the Wizongamot. They are nothing but a bunch of
  perverts who would use me just as Dumbledore does. You must have Draco
  contact a somewhat less then reputable law firm in Knockturn Alley, called
  Fannon and Broom. Draco knows them through Lucius. You will not need any
  money, just tell them that Severus Snape will consider this as payment in
  full for services rendered. They will fall over themselves to accommodate
  you."

  "The ministry magically checks signatures on such documents," noted Remus.
  "We cannot forge it."

  "Give me the suggestion after you obliviate me, to leave a letter with
  Albus' signature below the statue of the Hump backed witch. You can use a
  potion to erase the rest of the letter," Severus sighed. "I will also need
  you to get something else for me..."

  ---

  Several days later Sirius Black and Albus Dumbledore lay in bed on either
  side of a badly bruised, battered Severus. The pale wizard was unconscious.

  Albus ran a hand along his back, feeling the welts from his riding crop.
  The slender form flinched as the Headmaster touched these visible signs of
  their, 'lovemaking'. "I do not think I will allow him go back to teaching.
  It would be too much of a strain," he sighed. "My Pretty Pet should only
  have to think about satisfying my needs."

  "Oh, speaking of needs, how long do you think I should wait to go after
  Hermione again?" Sirius asked laying back and running a hand over Severus'
  tight arse.

  "I have watched her closely. Also spoken with Minerva. Miss Granger has not
  told anyone of you attentions. Most likely she is ashamed, believes that
  she led you on. But she does watch you. I have observed her in the great
  hall. And she is always in the company of several Gryffindors. Wait a
  little longer until she is less weary. Then we shall see."

  "Oh, Albus, I did not get the chance to tell you earlier. I do not think
  that we need to worry about Malfoy interfering anymore. This morning I saw
  him arguing with Hermione in the hall just after their Advanced Potions
  class. She hexed the little prick." Sirius laughed as he replayed it in his
  mind. The young Slytherin had of course pulled himself together when he
  realized that Sirius was watching him, but the look on Malfoy's face had
  been priceless!

  "It was hilarious. She turned that platinum blond hair of his bright neon
  blue. You should have seen it."

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 20 *****
Subjugation - 20






  Albus Dumbledore stormed into the nursery. It was three o'clock in the
  bloody morning and the baby was crying.

  AGAIN!

  He threw open the door and found Severus desperately trying to calm the
  screaming child. "Severus! You forgot the silencing charm again!" he
  hissed. "Can you not keep him quiet for even a few minutes?"

  "I am sorry Albus," the younger man whispered, with the child in his arm.
  He paced the room at an almost frantic rate, bouncing the tiny bundle
  gently trying to calm him. His eyes were bloodshot and were developing dark
  shadows underneath. "He is not hungry or in need of a change. I think he
  has colic, but I do not have any potion for it. I will have to go to
  Hogsmeade to get some of the ingredients. "

  "You know my rule about leaving the castle. Why have you not asked
  permission?" Dumbledore glared at him as he shouted over their child's
  wails.

  "I did not know until I checked a few minutes ago," Severus said nervously.
  "Please, may I go into Hogsmeade?" He should have been on his knees,
  preferably with breasts bared and tears in his eyes to make the man more
  malleable, but it was too awkward to do any of that holding the baby.

  He only prayed that Dumbledore realized it also.

  The older man frowned, stroking his beard. "I have too many things to do.
  That fool Fudge is coming in the morning." He frowned as Godric cried
  louder. "Sirius does not have a class until one, he will accompany you."

  Severus bowed his head. "Yes Albus."

  Well, that was a guarantee that he was going to be nailed at least once
  before lunch.

  "Just keep him quiet. I am going back to bed. Some of us have
  responsibilities," Dumbledore growled throwing a silence charm over his
  shoulder at the room. Severus held the wailing child. "Shh, please Godric,
  you must not anger him."

  In desperation he offered a breast again. Relief washed over him as the
  fussy infant finally latched on. Sitting carefully in a dark cherry wood
  rocking chair Severus realized that he had been trembling.

  He would have to remember to use the silencing charm when he woke unless he
  wanted to incur Dumbledore's wrath again. He lived in constant fear that
  even as the Slytherin meekly submitted to his every sexual whim, the man
  was becoming more easily angered by the inconveniences of parenthood. Late
  night feedings and fussiness that might just annoy another new father could
  send Dumbledore into a murderous rage.

  What if he became so angry that instead of whipping and raping him,
  Dumbledore took out his rage on Godric?

  He could not think about that. Dumbledore would not risk exposing his
  secret life by injuring his son, would he?

  Or might the devious old man find a way to blame Severus and his 'illness'
  for any signs of abuse that might be visible on their child?

  ---

  Draco Malfoy's mind was not on Professor Lupin's potion instructions. His
  gray eyes rested on the back of Hermione Granger's head. He found himself
  seeing her chestnut brown thick bushy hair, with a new perspective.

  What would their child look like?

  He had the strange mental picture of a tiny baby, he was not certain of
  sex, wearing the red and gold of Gryffindor with his blonde color, and
  Hermione's sheer frizzy volume. He was caught between smiling and crying.

  He had not had the chance to speak to her since that night. His heart beat
  faster as the image of her riding him with such wanton abandon.

  Damn, he was hard again.

  There had to be a way to talk to her. Make sure that she was doing OK. See
  if she had a charm to determine the sex of their child.

  Could he ever claim paternity? His name was disgraced in the Wizarding
  world. (Well, those thoughts took care of his erection at least). But he
  wanted to be involved in more ways then just sending a monthly check. He
  wanted his child to have something that he did not. A father that loved
  him, not one that only just tolerated his child because he needed an heir.

  As he lay in his bed almost two weeks ago with his hair still bright blue,
  he had been poised between heart pounding fear at the thought of being a
  father, to almost unbearable joy at that same realization.

  In a very sad way Draco was grateful that his own father was dead. What
  would that proud pureblood have done if he had realized that he had a half
  'Mudblood' grandchild?

  Probably have sent Avada Kadavra curses flying in all directions.

  Watching her from afar he was beginning to realize that his fondest wish
  was to be with mother and child.

  His heart leapt as he saw Hermione smile as she spoke to Potter, he knew
  that Black could not have cornered her again. She could not fake that
  smile.

  Her eyes flashed at him, just for a moment. She winked.

  If only she could aim that smile openly at him!

  He still wanted to kill Black. Neuter that mangy animagus bastard for
  touching her!

  "Mr. Malfoy?" He turned to see Professor Lupin standing over him. His new
  black robes stood out like a sore thumb on the teacher. Everyone was used
  to his rather bedraggled appearance. The new robes gave him an air of
  authority he seemed to lack before. Or maybe it was his eyes. There was
  something in them that caused a shiver if he glared. "Would you like to
  come back to the same dimensional plane as the rest of us?"

  "Sorry Sir," he said looking down to hide his red face. Damned pale skin,
  he almost glowed when he blushed!

  "Five points from Slytherin for day dreaming. I believe, Mr. Malfoy, that
  you need a detention to clear your head. Stay after class." Lupin's yellow
  rimmed eyes turned to Hermione. "Very good Miss Granger. You have that
  anti-nausea potion perfect. Now, the rest of you have twenty minutes to
  bottle your potions and clean up."

  ---

  After class, when the door closed on the last of the other students Draco
  strode over to Lupin's desk. "I do not know what Severus has on Fannon and
  Broom but I thought they were going to offer me their first born sons! They
  have the new Will completed, I can have it in your hand with an hour
  notice," the blonde said sitting in on the edge of the desk. "You do know
  that it would be best if 'Dumbledore' delivered it to the ministry records
  office himself. Then there would be no chance of anyone needing to send any
  owls to ask questions."

  "Yes, I know. I will take care of that," Lupin assured.

  "You have Polyjuice potion at hand?"

  "Praetorius had a rather substantial stock of it. I have no idea why. All I
  need to do is get a few hairs from Dumbledore. I can do that at lunch.
  There must be a few around his chair. Give me the revised Will in the
  morning. I have no classes after ten on Thursday. That should give me
  plenty of time. I think that the 'Headmaster' will be able to cut through
  the red tape fairly easily."

  "Good," Malfoy smiled. "I also have the other items that Severus asked for.
  Though considering what is happening to him, I would think they would be
  the last thing he would need."

  "I have his note. He is very specific. If he says he needs them, we get
  them," Lupin told him sitting down at the desk.

  Draco looked down at him. "Have you, umm, had the chance to speak to
  Hermione privately?"

  "Yes, she stayed after yesterday on the pretext of asking me some
  questions. She in only a few weeks along, so she has not started having
  morning sickness yet. More importantly she has managed to avoid being alone
  with either Sirius or Dumbledore."
                                                                              
  "Good," he sighed with relief. "Does she know what it is? What sex the
  child is?"

  "You are going to be the father of a baby girl." Lupin smiled at him.

  "Will I?" he sighed again, this time with sadness.

  "Hermione wants you to be involved. She would like to see you," assured
  Lupin. "Perhaps you can arrange to meet this Saturday in Hogsmeade? You
  might both be able to slip away from your housemates for a few minutes."

  "Could you ask her to try and meet me in the old Miller's Bakery, about
  three?"

  "Sure Draco." When alone, Lupin could no longer use the somewhat derogatory
  sounding address 'Malfoy.'

  -----

  Severus was completely on edge with Sirius Black walking behind him as he
  pushed the red and gold pram down the narrow lane. People smiled as they
  passed, which was a change from last year, as the dour teacher and
  suspected Death Eater they had avoided his gaze completely.

  Older women especially would wave or, some would openly come up to look in
  at the very happy cooing child. They would ooh and ah as they peeked into
  the carriage.

  "Lovely child," giggled a gray haired, chubby witch.

  "I love what you have done with your hair Professor Snape," one elderly
  witch noted, looking at the long braid, with strands of gold woven through
  it. Dumbledore had used a little magic and done his hair this morning.

  "He has your eyes dear," another voice noted in passing.

  "Who would have thought that Headmaster Dumbledore would be fathering
  children at his age? It is a miracle. You must be so happy," said the owner
  of the fruit stand. A frail seeming woman in pale blue robes, who had been
  in the same spot when Severus had been a student.

  He simply smiled and went on, with the ominously silent Sirius Black in
  tow, watching his every movement like a predator about to pounce. He could
  feel his 'loving' stepson's eyes on his arse. And occasionally when he
  could get close enough, his hands.

  It made him feel dirty. Why Black feeling him up was worse then Dumbledore,
  he could not say.

  As they approached the apothecary Severus had to screw up his courage and
  speak to the man he despised. "Sirius," he hated addressing him that way,
  especially doing it so meekly, but Dumbledore had insisted. 'Be respectful,
  and demure when speaking to him my Pet, just as you would me,' he had said
  stroking his cheek.

  "Could you please watch Godric while I go inside for the ingredients?" He
  knew that the only reason he was not being slapped for impertinence was
  that there were people all around.

  "I do not think that Albus would be too happy if you went in alone."
  Dumbledore did not like to think of his play toy without a chaperone. He
  considered Severus tamed, but he was a very jealous, possessive man.

  "He cannot go in there. The air is always so stuffy, and some of the
  substances in there are toxic. It is not a good place for a newborn. If you
  prefer I can stay outside with Godric? I have a list, it is very short..."

  "Give me the list. I will be watching you. Do not move from this spot, nor
  speak to anyone or I will have to chastise you." Sirius obviously enjoyed
  being able to order him around.

  "Yes Sirius." His eyes were on the ground, and he deliberately gave his
  answer in the same timid tone he used when speaking to Dumbledore as he
  held up the parchment. Black snatched it from his hands and sneered.

  It took all of ten minutes for Black to get the ingredients for the potion.
  It would have taken less if he had not spent several minutes glancing back
  out the window, just to be sure that he obeyed.

  When he exited the shop as expected he found Severus, Godric cradled in his
  arms, waiting in the exact same place as he was left. The Slytherin wanted
  to give him no legitimate reason to hurt him.

  Not that he thought a little thing having no provocation would stop Black.

  "Come Severus, I have everything on your shopping list. Now, you can show
  me how grateful you are." He leaned down close to his ear. "We are going to
  find some place to be alone. Let's go." He guided the silent, resigned man
  until they were unobserved by outsiders, and then pushed Severus into an
  alley, then back into a disused warehouse.

  As soon as he closed the door, Severus just sighed, lay Godric in the pram
  and taking out his wand cast a warming charm, then a shielding one on his
  sleeping son. He did not know if Godric could see or hear, or remember what
  happened. But he would not take the chance.

  Without being asked, or ordered he walked over to Black and dropped to his
  knees. He then knelt down and kissed his boots.

  The other man smiled. "You really are well trained Severus. Now suck me."

  ---

  After supper Albus Dumbledore was frustrated from spending most of the day
  in the company of Fudge and his pack of sniveling bureaucrats. Barely
  giving Severus time to eat a bite he had suggested that they retire. Then
  escorted Severus and their son out of the Great Hall pushing the black
  haired man through the door to his office. Severus had almost fallen with
  Godric in his arms, but managed to get the child back to the nursery.

  Why did his tormentors always want him while he held his child?

  Albus had waited impatiently for his return, he had then grabbed him by the
  neck and bent his compliant bond mate over his desk to the cheers of the
  paintings of the past Headmasters and given him a good long shagging.

  Some time later in bed, Albus pounded into him, head thrown back, nearing
  completion, until he looked down intending to savor Severus' submission.

  Severus lay beneath him completely limp, head to the side, eyes closed, jaw
  slack. The seething wizard stopped his thrusts. There was no change.

  Severus was asleep.

  Fury crashed like a tidal wave into the older Wizard. He growled, grabbed
  the long legs, pushed them hard against his spouse's chest and brutally
  slammed back into his body. Severus cried out, sunken, bloodshot eyes
  snapped open.

  "HOW DARE YOU!!" Dumbledore punctuated each word with a violent thrust!

  After he had spilled his seed, the white haired wizard pushed Severus down
  into the bed, his face so close the cowering man could smell the lemon
  drops on his breath. "You fell asleep while I was fucking you!"

  "Sorry," he answered meekly, "so, tired..."

  "There is no excuse for this Severus! None!"

  "I am sorry," he sobbed. "Please, Albus, forgive me, please!" Desperately
  he lay on his belly, whimpering like a beaten dog. Severus slowly,
  cautiously, crawled to him, then tentatively began to lick his way up his
  annoyed husband's muscular thighs. Expertly he let his tongue caress his
  balls.

  Dumbledore continued to scowl dangerously, but did not dissuade him. So
  Severus increased his ministrations, began to lick, nip and mouth his cock.
  The organ began to harden, and a little twinge of relief attempted to creep
  in. But he pushed it away. Best not to take the chance. Just because
  Dumbledore got off, did not mean he would be forgiving.

  "Suck it bitch!" The older wizard wove his fingers in his hair. Relaxing
  his throat, Severus tried to take it all. His near delirious mind reeled,
  but he managed to keep himself focused on pleasuring his husband.

  Dumbledore emptied himself into his mouth. He then lay back on the bed, a
  slight smile on his face. He stroked Severus' long hair tenderly. "So sweet
  and obedient," he sighed.

  But both jumped as they heard a high pitched wail emanated from the
  nursery. Without thinking, Severus snatched up his bathrobe from the end of
  the bed and stumbled through the door. The sound stopped abruptly.

  It would seem that Severus remembered the silencing charm this time.

  Albus Dumbledore glared after him, as and a dark shadow fell over his face.
  "This will never do," he said to himself, "no, this will not do at all."

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 21 *****
Subjugation - 21






  Remus Lupin, hiding in an alley near the Ministry used a spell to change
  his black robes to a peacock blue satin like material, such as would be
  worn by the great wizard Albus Dumbledore. And of course, he took a
  battered old pair of half moon shaped glasses on the end of his nose.

  Bracing himself he took a long drink of the potion. Long years of taking
  the dreadful wolfsbane had hardened him against vile tasting concoctions.
  Or so he thought. He almost lost the contents of his stomach to the
  disgusting brew.

  At least it was not painful, as his transformation had been before his
  merger. It was just, odd.

  Though he was down right shocked when the polyjuice potion had done its
  work, and he found himself wearing Albus Dumbledore's body.

  The man was buff. Who would have thought that under all those robes he
  looked like a model for a muggle exercise machine?

  And Remus blushed as he noted that, he had never been one to dwell on size,
  as it were, but Merlin, Dumbledore was huge!

  It had not registered when he watched the pensive of Severus being
  assaulted. He had been too wrapped up in Severus' suffering to really 'see'
  Dumbledore. Now he felt worse.

  For poor Severus to have this monstrosity shoved up his arse without any
  preparation whenever Dumbledore was angry. On the spot Remus vowed that he
  would show Severus what gentle lovemaking could be like. Not to be outdone,
  the wolf sent an image of it very gently licking its mate all over,
  starting with his toes and working its way up.

  'That is not helping,' he sighed starting to feel aroused. He had no time
  for this, so he used his best erection killing thought.

  Flitwick and his cupid costume...

  Now, he needed to try and get in and out of the Ministry in an hour if
  possible. He had a flask secreted in his robes with more of the potion, but
  it might not be easy to find a private place to do so. The last thing he
  wanted was to call attention to himself and make people think Dumbledore
  had started to drink.

  Not that he gave a rat's backside about the old fart's reputation, but it
  could be awkward if the Daily Profit were to get hold of the story.
  Dumbledore would want to find out what was happening, and that could ruin
  everything.

  This needed to be done quickly and quietly.

  He breezed into the Ministry building, hoping that he was to avoid any
  undue attention.

  Wrong.

  Lupin was somehow not surprised when he heard a female voice shout. "Oh!
  Headmaster Dumbledore! I am Linda Lovelace." A rather young looking witch
  with long blond hair and very tight looking black skirt beneath her robes
  got up from behind an old cluttered desk. "No one told me you were coming
  today! It is such an honor to have a great man like you here. Please, how
  may I help you?"

  Slipping into his best imitation of the older man Lupin smiled. "Now my
  child there is no need to trouble yourself over an old man. I simply need
  to take a document to the office of records."

  "Certainly Sir." She looked up at him adoringly, leaning back with her hand
  behind her back, giving him a good view of her cleavage.

  In the humble opinion of Remus J. Lupin, they did not hold a candle to
  Severus'. "Take the escalator just past the fountain. It is the first door
  on your left." She batted her blue eyes at him.

  Lupin wondered, would Dumbledore be flattered at the attention? Or would he
  be wondering how to bed the girl? And of course, did he really want to
  know? "Thank you, child." He bowed slightly and turned to make his way to
  the 'up' escalator.

  There did not seem to be many people in the halls. For which he was
  grateful. Remus quickly found the office and opened the door. "Hello?"

  "Yes? What do you want?" the older wizard in a somewhat dusty looking gray
  robe demanded angrily. Then he blinked and adjusted his own very thick pair
  of glasses. "Why Headmaster Dumbledore, this is a surprise? You were in
  here not two weeks ago to file your new Will? Is there something wrong?"

  "Ah, well, not exactly wrong... What was your name again young man?" He
  hoped that he was doing this right.

  "Adolfis Yorik. And I must remind you that I am not a young man," he said
  this not angrily, but with a slight smile.

  "Everyone is young to me, my friend."

  "True enough." The other man ran a hand through his thinning hair. "So, to
  what do I owe the great honor of your return visit Headmaster?"

  "I need to file this modification to my Will," Lupin answered holding out a
  large beige envelope to the man, who took it with thin, crooked fingers. He
  opened the envelope, adjusted his glasses again and read over the document.
  "Hmm, you are changing your executor from Sirius Black to Remus Lupin? That
  is a big change."

  "Sirius is a good boy, but, I have discovered, he is just not responsible.
  I need someone to care for my dear Severus and our son should anything
  happen to me. I believe that Remus would be a better choice."

  "As you say Headmaster." The man shrugged. "Good thing the anti-werewolf
  laws have been rescinded, else Mr. Lupin would not be able to assume those
  duties."

  "Yes," he noted. He did not want to think of what he would have done if
  those vile laws had not been abolished. No one would have believed
  Dumbledore appointing Draco Malfoy as his executor.

  "I am sure that Mr. Lupin will take good care of them, should the need
  arise."

  "Yes, though, I have no intention dying any time soon, so this is all
  academic." He winked.

  "Of course. Your Severus is quite a hot little thing. With a piece like
  that warming my bed, I would not be in any hurry to die either," the man
  chuckled.

  "Yes, quite." He was not sure exactly how to react. "I really need to get
  back to the school Mr. Yorik.

  "Of course, Headmaster," he smiled. "I will get this processed
  immediately."

  "Thank you." He turned to leave.

  "Give him a good one for me," the man chuckled. Remus felt the wolf rising,
  but managed to quell the anger, at least enough not to rip the man's throat
  out.

  He left the room without comment.

  It was done! He felt a sigh of relief try to escape. But he would not relax
  until he was out of the Ministry and back in his own form.

  The wolf hated this. Dumbledore's scent was overpowering. It made his new
  partner uneasy.

  "Albus!" He felt his heart drop into his shoes as Minister Fudge strode up
  and clasped his limp hand in his very clammy moist one. "You never said
  that you were coming by today, Miss Lovelace just told me you had arrived!"

  "Well, I really cannot stay. I just came by to drop off some papers and
  really must get back to Hogwarts."

  Remus tried to smile beneficently, his mind thinking nervously. 'What is it
  the lion said? I knew the job was dangerous when I took it...'

  "Of course, of course. Being a new father you are anxious to get back. How
  is little Godric? And your lovely bond mate Severus? Bad business with that
  fall."

  "Yes, a terrible business. But they are both fine now," Remus assured,
  estimating that he had about twenty minutes left before the potion failed
  and Fudge found himself talking to Remus Lupin.

  "Yes. Did you happen to bring any of the pictures you had last time?" Fudge
  spoke softly, secretively, licking his dry lips.

  "Pictures?" Remus shook his head. "Sorry, I seem to have left them at
  home."

  "Too bad." Fudge wiped his hands on his robes self-consciously. "That shot
  of Severus nursing Godric is quite beautiful."

  Remus felt the wolf rise again. He had not seen the picture, but had heard
  about it over the school grapevine. Severus was breast-feeding when Creevey
  took the picture. According to what he had heard, both breasts were
  visible. Though it was also said that Dumbledore had made sure to get not
  only a copy of the picture, but the negative as well.

  Remus wondered what happened in that photo when the picture moved. No, he
  really did not want to know.

  Fudge had become flushed at the thought of seeing the picture.

  Great, was everyone in the Ministry some kind of pervert?

  "Yes, well, I will be sure to bring it next time when I will be staying
  longer." He hoped Fudge got the hint.

  "Ah, well, yes, must not keep you from your loved ones." Remus held back a
  sigh. It seemed Fudge was not so anxious to keep Dumbledore there if he
  could not provide a porn fix.

  "Goodbye Minister." Remus bowed very slightly then made his way with
  dignified haste to the street. He just managed to make it to the alley
  before he felt his body begin to revert.

  "Whew!" he sighed leaning against the brick wall and quickly transfigured
  his robes. "I just hope this works."

  ----
                                                                              
  "My love, there you are. Sleeping in the middle of the day? Come on, wake
  up sleepy head, you will like this." Dumbledore strode in and placed a
  large jar of silvery liquid on table near his bed.

  Severus sat up and blinked the sleep from his bloodshot eyes. He stretched,
  then sort of pulled in on himself, realizing that he wore nothing.

  Then he recalled that Albus had already warned him to be naked and ready
  upon his return.

  The younger man had tried to do as Dumbledore said, but he was so tired. He
  had fallen asleep after a few minutes alone.

  "This is the latest thing." Severus cringed at the older wizard's words
  before he could stop himself.

  'Oh, GODS! Not more Wizard porn!' he gulped nervously, his mind rebelling.
  'Please, no kiddy porn this time!'

  "Get your wand my pet." Dumbledore did not seem to notice anything wrong.
  So Severus quickly retrieved his wand. Albus opened the jar and invited
  Severus to dip in his wand.

  He glanced around at what looked to be a very cluttered office. And to his
  shock, saw that there was an older man in a gaudy blue robe, and half moon
  glasses sitting at the desk. Albus' arms came around his shoulders,
  touching his breasts. "Watch this!"

  Severus choked as he saw a tall, slender man with long black hair and
  flowing black robes striding into the scene. "You wished to see me
  Headmaster," he purred.

  "Not bad," Dumbledore whispered. "But he does not have your silky voice my
  love."

  Severus said nothing, only watched in a numb stupor as he realized that he
  and Dumbledore were the subjects of a pornographic pensive!

  "Professor, you have angered many of the parents with your attitude towards
  the children." The older man stroked his obviously fake beard. "The
  children are afraid of you."

  "And your point is?" the Snape look alike growled.

  "I must say that I also find your attitude appalling." The Headmaster stood
  and walked around his desk to stare down at the dark haired man.

  Arms folded over his chest, the 'Professor' looked at the 'Headmaster' with
  smoldering dark blue eyes. "This behavior will not be tolerated." The
  Headmaster loomed over him. "I believe Professor that you need to be
  punished."

  The faux Snape almost melted on the spot as he whispered hoarsely, "yes
  Headmaster."

  The older man drew a riding crop from his voluminous sleeve. The other's
  breath hitched. "Remove your clothes, and bend over the desk." For emphasis
  the Headmaster slapped the leather against his palm.

  The Professor all but tore off his clothes, revealing another reason for
  Severus to be sick. "Breasts?" He gaped at the large mounds on the man's
  chest. "He is a hermaphrodite?"

  "Sadly no, that is a very complex, and extremely dark spell. I gather it
  took some interesting potions, but all this lovely young man has are the
  breasts. Unfortunately."

  The younger actor was bending over the desk, arching his back in obvious
  anticipation of the spanking. The Headmaster used the riding crop to stroke
  his backside gentle.

  "You will stop berating the students," he spoke softly, gently, but the
  riding crop made a load cracking sound as it struck the pale target.

  "You will learn to show respect to your fellow Professors." The white
  haired actor smacked him again, harder, leaving a thin red welt.

  "You will learn to control your temper." Again he struck emphasizing the
  last word of his command with a blow.

  "Yes Headmaster." The man over the desk moaned spreading his legs wider.
  His cock was erect and leaking.

  'That is what he wants of me,' thought Severus in disgust. He could feel
  Dumbledore's erection poking him in the arse, while his own cock remained
  flaccid. He simply could not force himself to become aroused at the thought
  of experiencing pain.

  He was almost grateful when the older man abandoned the riding crop, tore
  open his robes and taking hold of the other man's reddened hips plunged
  into him. The Professor was gripping the edge of the desk, pushing back
  against the other man, while the Headmaster would pull out almost
  completely then ram it in to the hilt.

  Dumbledore was moving his hips, grinding against his spouse's pert
  backside, when he heard a sound in the background. It became louder, more
  distinct...

  Suddenly Severus disappeared from his arms.

  Albus looked around in confusion, until he heard the sound becoming
  clearer. It was a baby crying.

  It seemed that upon waking, finding himself alone and hungry Godric had
  done the only thing he could think of, which was to wail for his mother.

  Still seething as he pulled out of the pensive, Dumbledore roared. "Quiet
  him now!"

  "Yes Albus." Severus had stumbled into the nursery, still naked. He turned
  and with his wand performed a quick silencing charm. He then set down his
  wand, lifted the screaming infant and automatically offered it a breast.
  Fortunately for both of them the colic potion had worked so Godric was just
  hungry. He quieted the moment the nipple brushed his quivering lips.

  Trembling, almost falling back into the rocking chair with relief Severus
  stroked his child's cheek. "It is alright my son. Everything is alright."

  After a moment a much calmer Dumbledore stood in the doorway. "This is not
  working out Severus."

  "What?" The younger wizard looked at him blearily. "I do not understand? I
  remembered the silencing charm!"

  "My dearest love, right now you are simply not able to adequately take care
  of my needs, Sirius' and Godric's," the Headmaster sighed. "I think that it
  would be best if I hire a nanny and send him to my estate in Sussex."

  Severus just blinked at him for several seconds, until the meaning of the
  words came crashing down on his sleep deprived mind. "Albus, no! Please, I
  will do better. If I could have a house elf to, to help me with the
  baby..."

  "Nappy was a specially trained elf from St. Mungo's, none of the house
  elves here know how to care for a baby. Besides, the house elves have other
  duties Severus, as do you."

  "Please Albus, do not take my son away!" he gasped.

  The Headmaster stared him down. "He is my son Severus. MINE! As you are
  mine!"

  After several deep breaths Dumbledore's blue eyes seemed to change as he
  watched they softened going from anger to full of compassion. "Stop looking
  at me that way child, I am not trying to be cruel. You will see him during
  the summer, Christmas, birthdays and such."

  "Please Albus. He will start sleeping through the night soon..."

  "It will be for the best. You will see my Love." Dumbledore now stood
  behind him, stroking his hair gently. "The contraceptive potion you took
  will be effective for another day or so at most?"

  "Y-Yes."

  "Excellent. You will not take another dose. You would like that, would you
  not Severus? To have another child?"

  "But, you want to send Godric away?" Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

  "Little One, you can only do so much. Godric can stay for, let us say
  another week, while I see about hiring a wet nurse. Then, you can
  concentrate on the next child. Why, in a few short years when I retire as
  Headmaster, we can enjoy the children, without having to go through the
  messy stage of nappies and such!" he sounded like the gentle Headmaster.
  Severus was sure that his eyes twinkled. "It will be wonderful. I know how
  much you enjoy being pregnant."

  Severus whimpered. If he were impregnated again, he would be completely
  helpless. He could not even think of trying to kill Dumbledore. He did not
  want to contemplate what could happen if he failed.

  He could not risk the life of the child.

  "Albus, please..."

  "Severus," the voice hardened, "are you defying me?"

  His head bowed, long loose hair covered his face. "No Albus."

  "Good." The deceptively strong hands squeezed his shoulders. "Now once you
  have Godric taken care of, meet me in my, special room. I feel that we need
  some quality time before you are pregnant again."

  "Yes Albus..." Severus tried to tell himself that it would be better if
  Godric was away from Dumbledore. Yes, Godric would be safer if he were not
  within the abusive man's grasp.

  But all he could think of was that he would no longer be able to cradle his
  son in his arms. That his child was going to be taken from him, and there
  was nothing that he could do to stop it.

  Albus watched from the doorway, just out of sight as Severus dissolved into
  tears, clutching the infant to his breast.

  He felt a slight tug at his heart at the sight; but pushed it aside. This
  would be in everyone's best interest.

  He wanted several more children, but even more, he wanted Severus to
  himself. Sharing with Sirius on occasion was one thing. Having the baby
  constantly demanding Severus' attention day and night leaving him too tired
  to stay awake for a good shag, that was simply not acceptable.

  Yes, in the end, this would be best.

  tbc
***** Subjugation - 22 *****
Subjugation - 22






  Sirius Black walked through the streets of Hogsmeade. He had decided that
  it was time that he should renew his acquaintance with Miss Hermione
  Granger. He hoped to catch her out with her friends, and then find a way to
  get her alone. It should not be too difficult, not with the potion that
  Albus had given him.

  He would not use an aphrodisiac. He had learned his lesson. This time it
  was a simple potion to make her open to, suggestion. A few drops in her
  drink or on her skin and she would be a nice compliant little mouse. Then
  it would just be a matter of getting her alone.

  It was a little after two thirty when he found almost everyone he was
  looking for leaving Zonko's. "Hi Harry, Ron, I was looking for you."

  "Hi, Sirius. We were just about to go for a butter beer," Harry told him
  pocketing his purchase.

  Sirius chuckled at his obvious nervousness. "Harry, as long as you two do
  not set whatever it is off in my class, I do not want to know." Harry
  smiled, with a glance at Ron.

  "So, where is the third member of the trio?" Sirius asked casually.

  "You know women," Ron shrugged. "Said that she had a headache and went back
  to the castle."

  "Really?" Black frowned. He had just come from there. He knew that she was
  not at Hogwarts. And he had not met her along the way, so where did she go?


  Sirius snapped his fingers. "Damn, I just remembered, Dumbledore asked me
  to pick up something for him. You two run along and I will meet you there
  in a bit."

  "Sure. You go pick up his lemon drops, we will go on to Rosmerta's." Harry
  smiled. He and the much taller red head had their heads together about some
  practical joke or other as they left. Black stepped into the shadow of the
  old joke shop and transformed into his animagus form.

  Padfoot trotted around the town trying to sniff out any hint of Hermione's
  trail. He ignored many a tempting scent, rabbits, squirrels, young women,
  searching for her sweet smell.

  'Yes!' He sniffed at a patch of open ground. He caught her scent, used his
  sharp nose to track her around the outskirts of town, until he heard her
  voice. He recognized the Miller Bakery.

  Or rather, what was left of it: when the Death Eaters had been repelled
  from Hogwarts several of them had ended up making a last stand in that
  building.

  When the Aurors had gotten through with them, no one had come out alive. As
  a result, there was also very little of the building left standing.

  That was where Padfoot found them. Hermione and Malfoy, snuggling together
  beneath a large shady oak tree.

  Hermione was in Malfoy's lap and the pair were snogging as if this were the
  last time they would ever see one another. The ferret's hands were roving
  over her body, and she would arch into his touch like a cat.

  He growled, low. Damn it! Had the skinny little git beaten him to her
  cherry?

  When the pair finally came up for air, Hermione lay her head on his
  shoulder. "We had best cool it or someone might find us," she sighed,
  running her fingers through his long blond hair playfully, obviously not
  wanting to take here own advise. "It would be all over the castle by
  dinner."

  "It is torture keeping this a secret. Not to be able to even speak to you
  in public. I want to tell everyone that Hermione Granger is beautiful, and
  smart, and mine." Draco nipped her ear.

  Giggling, Hermione sighed, placing his hand on her belly. "Our daughter
  will be so beautiful. I..." she gasped, seeing the little charm hanging
  from a silver bracelet on her left wrist. It had turned red. "Black is
  close by!" she gasped searching the surrounding foliage for man or dog.

  Padfoot bit back a barked curse and ducked low behind the shrubs as Malfoy
  helped her to stand. "I do not see him. Quick, I will go back to the
  castle, you find Potter and stick with him. Do not let Black touch you, or
  take anything he gives you," Draco warned. They kissed and ran in opposite
  directions.

  But neither came close enough to Padfoot for him to make a grab. Damn.

  When he was alone, Black returned to his true form, seething.

  So, the little slut was already pregnant by Malfoy.

  Well, he would go speak to Dumbledore. Sirius was furious, but he was sure
  that Albus could find a way to take care of it.

  ---

  Severus sat at the staff table picking at his potatoes as most of the staff
  exited the room. There were only a few students left. The majority of
  students in third year and above were already running amuck in Hogsmeade.
  The rest were either trying to sneak into Hogsmeade, or out enjoying the
  rare beautiful sunny day down by the lake.

  He glanced down at Godric, who slept peacefully in his carrier. He did not
  want to let his child out of his sight for even an instant. There were only
  a few days left until Dumbledore sent him away.

  The bastard had made the most of his nights already. Every time he had
  Severus alone the old man nailed him.

  Every time he forced his way into the female opening, not really caring if
  Severus was ready. He wanted to be sure that his dear bond mate was good
  and pregnant as quickly as possible.

  The effective date for the contraceptive potion Pomfrey had given him had
  ended days ago. So, knowing the old lecher's legendary virility, Severus
  had probably been knocked up the first time Dumbledore ejaculated!

  Touching a chubby little cheek, Severus felt despair taking up residence in
  his heart. That was it then. It was over. He would be Dumbledore's slave
  forever.

  Then a thought struck him. Did he really have no choice but to continue to
  live like this?

  If he really surrendered, one day he would be forced to watch as his 'lord
  and master' initiated their children into his world of perversion.

  Would he and his son, and the child that was probably even now growing in
  his belly not all be better off dead?

  He had been forced to promise not to use magic against Dumbledore, not to
  use any spells or potions to harm him.

  But he realized that Dumbledore had never extracted any promise not to
  commit suicide. Probably certain in the knowledge that while he carried
  another life inside, he would never think of self-harm.

  Yes, he could kill himself. He could end this torment. But even with the
  fate that he was sure must await them, could he kill his own children?

  "Severus?" He turned to see Remus Lupin standing just a few feet away.

  His heart leapt at the sight of the gentle brown haired man, though Severus
  quickly glanced around to be sure that neither Dumbledore nor Black were
  anywhere near.

  "It is done. I am now executor." Remus said, sitting down beside him. He
  leaned over and admired the baby. Or so it would seem to anyone that might
  see them from afar.

  "You changed the Will?" Severus said softly, not sure if he could believe
  that something, anything had gone right.

  "Yes." As he touched Godric's cheek, he let a small packet fall from his
  sleeve. He carefully tucked it into the blankets. "And I got exactly what
  you asked for. Though I still do not know what you will do with it." His
  eyes had changed to the amber color meaning that the wolf was at the
  surface.

  For some reason, Severus wanted to kiss him, to kiss them both. "Good
 luck," Remus whispered then standing again and said louder. "See you later   
  Severus." He turned and walked away.

  Trembling, Severus leaned down and made as if to straighten the blankets.
  And to get down where no one could see him. He took the packet and slipped
  it into a pocket in his robes.

  Thoughts of suicide were momentarily banished as he touched Godric's hair.
  Maybe now he had a chance. A slim one, but still a chance.

  As he lifted the carrier to take his son outside for a walk, but he stopped
  short as he bumped into Dumbledore's chest. Those blue eyes glared at him.

  Had he heard or seen what had passed between them?

  "Severus. What did Remus say to you?" asked Dumbledore, Severus almost
  fainted with relief. He did not know where he had came from, but the old
  man obviously had not heard or seen anything more incriminating then
  proximity, else Severus would be either dead or badly injured instead of
  just cringing.

  "Nothing, Albus, Lupin he just wanted to see Godric. He loves babies," he
  gulped, eyes down, being as submissive as possible.

  "Were you flirting with Remus again my pet?" A wrinkled, yet deceptively
  strong hand made as if to stroke his hair. He gripped it tight.

  "No, I was not flirting, I swear it!" he whispered, eyes wide with terror.
  "I would never do anything so foolish."

  "Hmm. My little one, I think you and I need to have more private time. Must
  be sure that we get Godric's sibling on the way. I hope it is a girl." He
  spoke calmly, but Severus was terrified. He knew that the Headmaster was
  anything but calm.

  Or forgiving.

  ---

  Sirius Black carefully opened the door to Albus' office. Not seeing anyone
  in the room, he strode quickly to the door of the bedroom. "Hot bitch," he
  said. This password allowed him to open the door, even though he was sure
  that his father was quite probably at that moment nailing Severus.

  He was not disappointed.

  Severus was on his back, legs wrapped around Dumbledore's waist, hanging on
  for dear life. He was whimpering, almost sobbing with each brutal thrust.
  The old man had been much more forceful these last few days. He was never
  gentle, almost angry when taking Severus.

  Albus held himself up over his spouse, his victim, hands on either side of
  Severus' head. He had his head thrown back and was slamming into him.

  The little bitch would not be falling asleep on him this time!

  When the old man finally made his last quick thrusts and collapsed on top
  of his sobbing bond mate, Sirius felt a stab of jealousy.

  He felt like he was being offered the second tier prize in Hermione.
  Especially if Draco Malfoy had already deflowered and knocked her up.

  He wanted Severus.

  Black had wanted Severus Snape, ever since they were teenagers. He had
  truly never felt so fulfilled during any sexual encounter, hell, never felt
  so alive period as he did when he was buried deep within Snape's tight,
  unwilling body.

  Even he knew it was unhealthy, this raw overpowering need to defile
  Severus, but he really did not care.

  And now he could only have him when Albus was finished with him, sloppy
  seconds! And even then only when the older man felt like sharing. He could
  not even use the more, interesting, of the toys from Albus' special room as
  he so longed to do.

  Worse yet, he had been forbidden by Albus from taking Severus while in his
  animagus form. He had not done so in school because he could not have been
  sure of an obliviate spell, and the Slytherin could have given them away.

  It was becoming a bit of an obsession. Sirius wanted to look into those
  horrified, black inhuman eyes while Padfoot claimed his body.

  And now he could not even dip into his tight little cunt as a human. Albus
  refused to let him really fuck Severus until he was sure of a pregnancy.

  It was not fair!

  Panting, Albus sat up, he noticed that Sirius was watching them. "I thought
  that you were going to find Miss Granger?"

  "Too late. Not only did I find her and that little shit Malfoy snogging
  under a tree in Hogsmeade. She proudly talked about their daughter."

  "Damn." Albus sat back, one hand stroking his beard, a sure sign of deep
  thoughts. His other hand was exploring Severus' breasts. The Slytherin lay
  still as death, but his black eyes slowly turning towards him.

  The prone man's eyes locked on Sirius. He finally moved, so that he was
  able to cower against Dumbledore at the sight of him. Sirius could not help
  but smile at the fear in those lovely black eyes.

  He smiled cruelly at Severus, thinking of what he would look like beneath
  him, he then turned back to Albus. "Not only is Miss Granger shagging
  Malfoy, she had a charm to detect my presence. She will bolt if I come
  near. How am I supposed to get her?"

  Severus looked at him with unreadable eyes. "Yes my Love. Miss Granger will
  soon be a part of our family." Now he saw horror reflected in those
  exquisite eyes. "Do not fear Severus. You will always be my first priority.
  Though I admit that I would very much like to feel just how tight our
  Hermione is."

  Dumbledore reached for his robes. "Come Sirius my boy. I think I have a
  charm that will help you get close. And I have a few potions about the
  place that will take care of her other little, problem." Placing an arm
  around Sirius' shoulders the pair left.

  Sudden finding himself alone, Severus pulled on his blue inner robe and,
  still obviously sore, moved quickly to the nursery. He found Godric awake,
  flailing his tiny hands at an unbreakable mirror that had been placed on
  the side of the crib. He was fascinated by his reflection.

  "Hello," he said softly, smiling. Godric's eyes, which were now almost as
  black as his own found him and, he flashed a toothless smile, then squealed
  waving his white pajama clad arms and legs about excitedly.

  Severus lifted him gently and rubbed noses. "I wish that I could remember
  what it was like to be innocent."

  "Were you ever innocent Severus?" Dumbledore asked, watching him from the
  doorway. "From the first day I saw you, even as a child, there was
  something, very sexual, almost wanton about you." He walked up and as
  Severus cringed, ran a hand over Godric's cheek. "There are so many things
  that I wanted to do to you even then. You wanted them too, you know. You
  could never admit it, but I saw you watching me all those years ago."

  Severus looked away so that the older man would not see his disgust. Like
  most pedophiles and rapist it seemed that Dumbledore did project his
  desires onto his victims. He was convinced that somewhere deep inside,
  Severus did want everything that was done to him. That he really was just,
  playing hard to get.

  He said no more, but Severus could guess the rest. That the things that
  Dumbledore had not been able to do to him, the desires that had been
  thwarted with him as a child so long ago, he intended to satisfy with their
  son.

  "Albus. You know that I will do anything you want. You can use polyjuice on
  me to make me look like a child, but do not..."

  Severus felt the hand tighten on the back of his neck. "Do not anger me
  Severus. Especially not when holding my son."

  "Yes Albus." He bowed his head. Thinking of what he had secreted in the
  pocket of his robes. Tomorrow night was the waning moon. It would really be
  his only chance.

  He had no choice.

  Either he or Albus would die.

  And to Severus, cringing beneath Dumbledore's cruel hand on his the back of
  his neck, it really did not matter which.

  tbc

***** Subjugation - 23 *****
Subjugation - 23




  Severus woke late. He was still blurry from sleep when Albus had shooed him
  on into the shower and told him to get ready for breakfast.

  Yawning, hair still wet and rubbing at his sore red eyes Severus had just
  pulled on his dark green under robe as he stepped out of the bathroom and
  went to the nursery. His heart almost stopped as saw the empty crib.

  At first Severus was only slightly apprehensive. He moved quickly through
  the bedroom to Dumbledore's study. But there was no one there.

  Fear now gripped him.

  He was a sight when he charged into the great hall. Still wearing just the
  under robe and with his long wet hair flying loose behind him, Severus
  could see immediately that neither Albus nor Godric were in the hall.

  Though several other teachers were.

  "Minerva, have you seen Albus?" He tried to hide the panic clawing at his
  heart.

  What if Dumbledore had decided to send Godric away without letting him even
  say goodbye?

  "I saw Albus and Hagrid out on the path in the gardens with the pram. They
  were taking Godric for some fresh air," noted the older witch with a smile.
  Severus turned and ran towards the door. "It is chilly out there Severus!"
  She called after him.

  "Newlyweds." Sprout elbowed the other witch and chuckled knowingly. Though
  she was a little puzzle when she realized that Severus was not even wearing
  shoes.

  Ignoring the pain as his feet bled over the sharp stones of the path
  Severus ran past the low wall that mostly surrounded Hagrid's hit. He
  spotted the pair as he rounded the corner. Albus walked along side talking
  animatedly as Hagrid carefully pushed the red pram.

  Both men turned as Severus skidded to a halt just a short distance behind
  them. He let out a sigh when he saw the tiny sleeping figure of Godric
  snuggled safely beneath the warm blankets.

  "I presume you did not see my note?" Albus said frowning as he looked over
  his panting mate from behind his half moon glasses.

  "Sev'rus, ya alright? Ya look a sight!" Hagrid gasped. "Did ya think
  someone was kidnappin' Godric? Blimey, ya outran your shoes!"

  "I..." He swallowed looking down at his bloody feet, knowing that he was
  going to pay for many things as soon as he and Dumbledore were alone. "I,
  came out of the shower and he was gone. I did not see a note."

  "So, you panicked?" The Headmaster was still frowning. "You have no faith
  in me child." His bushy white brows furrowed, he pointed at each of
  Severus' feet in turn, soft green slippers appeared on them.

  Hagrid smiled at this, though what the half giant could not see was that
  they had not been healed. Dumbledore would not ease his pain yet. "Hagrid,
  why don't you go on down to your hut? You have a class on the way soon.
  Severus and I need to have a little talk."

  "Course Sir!" Hagrid smiled, his eyes lingered on the disheveled Severus,
  and his heaving bosom for a moment longer then strictly necessary. "I'll
  just leave ya to it then." He turned and strode on down the path.

  Albus Dumbledore could scarcely contain his rage, he turned on Severus
  seething. "You wicked, ungrateful creature! How dare you embarrass me by
  appearing in public in such a disgraceful state! You have the audacity to
  come charging after me half dressed, no shoes and with your hair unbound!
  Did you think that I would simply hand Godric off without allowing you to
  say goodbye?"

  "You said you were sending him away." Arms crossed over his chest tightly
  Severus felt the tears coming and could not stop them.

  "Child, you wound me." Dumbledore glared at him with a sneer that was truly
  ugly on the 'kindly Headmaster'. He grabbed Severus by the arm, caught the
  pram with the other, pushing it before him and dragging his mate just into
  the forest, shoving them behind some trees and casting a simple concealment
  spell to make sure that no students could see them. "Beg my forgiveness
  Severus." It was an order.

  Swallowing hard, Severus dropped to his knees. He leaned down and kissed
  Dumbledore's shoes. "Please forgive me Albus. When I saw that Godric was
  gone I, I panicked."

  "You did believe that I would not allow you to say goodbye to him?" The old
  man did not backhand him. It was a humiliating openhanded hit. What he knew
  the students would refer to snidely as bitch slapping. "I should do it you
  know, I really should take him away now just to remind you who you belong
  to!"

  Severus did as he was expected. He groveled abjectly at the man's feet. "I
  am sorry." He turned away from his angry spouse, pulled up his robes and
  spread his legs waiting for the blows to start.

  Surprisingly they did not. A strong callused hand touched his backside,
  caressing it almost tenderly. "This is the result of my being too lenient
  with you Severus."

  The older man smiled at the shudder of fear that ran through the thin
  frame.

  "Please, punish me Albus. I have been very bad!" he gulped, spreading his
  legs wider to give Dumbledore a good view of both holes. "I need to be
  punished," he whimpered.

  As insane as it sounded he was almost desperate to get the old man to hurt
  him. He knew that if Albus did not take out the rage now, then later after
  he had let it grow for several hours, things would be much, much worse.

  One long finger slid deep into the female opening. Severus moaned and
  pushed against it shamelessly, partially with relief that he was becoming
  aroused at the touch. "Wonton slut!" Dumbledore hissed playing with his
  clitoris. Severus just whimpered and impaled himself as two more fingers
  joined the first.

  He was close to climax when he felt the first blow. He yelped more at the
  noise then the pain. The initial pain pleasure mix felt good. The fingers
  rubbed harder, "Merlin!" he sobbed as the combination of intense expert
  masturbation and a second sharp blow, sent him over the edge.

  He wanted to slide down onto the ground in a post coital haze. But before
  he had the chance Albus Dumbledore grabbed his hips and slipped his huge
  cock in. He took his time, sliding in and out of the tight wet heat, even
  chuckled as he continued to pump while listening to giggling children
  rushing to Hagrid's class.

  When his seed finally spilled, Severus was allowed to slump onto the cold
  wet grass. Dumbledore smiled fondly as he lay sprawled on his stomach,
  robes still hiked up to his waist. The older man sighed seeing the pair of
  angry red welts on his tight little arse. "I could look at this all day.
  Unfortunately, I have some work to do. Take Godric back to our room and
  wait for me there."

  "Yes Albus," he sighed, as he tried to sound content instead of
  apprehensive.

  "And Severus. If you ever go out in public looking like this again, I will
  use the whip." He took out his wand this time and pointed to Severus. When
  the older wizard was finished he wore a long very heavy black outer robe,
  belted to accentuate his breasts. His hair was done up in Dumbledore's
  favorite style, one long thick plait. This time he wove many silver strands
  through it.

  "Yes Albus."

  ----

  Trying not to limp on his sore bleeding feet Severus walked slowly back
  into the castle, carefully pushing the carriage before him. He was trying
  not allow himself to fall into despair.

  "Severus?"

  He turned to see Remus Lupin in the shadows. Severus wanted to leap into
  his arms and kiss him senseless! But he could not. Not now, perhaps not
  ever, but it was a beautiful thought.

  He leaned closer as Remus who was looking into the pram at Godric. Severus
  shivered, feeling the warmth of his nearness. "They know Granger is
  pregnant, and by who. She is in danger," he whispered then walked on as if
  nothing had happened.

  Though inside he felt bereft at the loss of Remus' warmth.

  The werewolf stood stunned for a moment then he swallowed a growl, for in
  the wake of Severus' passing he smelled blood and semen. Damn it, not now!
  He sent this message as best he could to the wolf.

  Yes, they both wanted to sooth and comfort Severus, and to rip Dumbledore's
  throat out. But there was something more immediate that had to be done.

  He had to save Hermione. And he might just need some help.

  ---

  Black felt a smug sense of satisfaction beneath the invisibility cloak as
  he followed Hermione Granger down the winding stairs. His hand caressed the
 little charm hanging from a silver chain round his neck, a small black onyx  
  pentagram that Albus had given him.

  He could be shoving his cock up her and the girl's own charm would remain
  clear, unable to sense his presence.

  She was going down to the dungeons, probably to steal time with Malfoy.

  Well, Sirius would not allow her to do that. If he had his way, she would
  never go near the little rodent again.

  Perhaps now he would be allowed to remove the git from the equation
  permanently.

  He was almost close enough to touch her when she stopped, glanced back over
  her shoulder, then down at the charm on her wrist. Calmed, Hermione turned
  and made her way down several more steps.

  She still felt nervous, as if she were being followed. But she could see
  nothing, and the charm had no reaction, so she went on. Draco would meet
  her in the old potions classroom.

  Gods she wanted to feel his body against hers again.

  She walked passed the open door of one of the dark disused classrooms when
  something caught her from behind. A hand clamped over her mouth, another
  around her waist and Hermione was dragged bodily into the room.

  The door slammed shut and a voice commanded, "Lumos!" At first she saw
  nothing but a lighted wand tip, then in a gesture that she knew well, a
  head and body appeared from beneath an invisibility cloak.

  "Black!" She backed away.

  "Now Hermione, do not be afraid. I will not hurt you," he spoke with
  comforting words, but the tone was mocking.

  "Stay away from me!" She drew her wand.

  "Accio wand!" he growled, he wand flew to his hand. "Naughty, naughty." He
  smiled. "You are such a naughty little whore."

  "You are the one that gave me the aphrodisiac!"

  "Yes, and you went off and spread your legs for Malfoy!" Sirius hissed,
  pushing her back against the wall.

  She tried to fight, but was completely out matched, he caught her wrists
  with one hand and held them over her head. As Hermione glared in mute shock
  and horror he tore her blouse, exposing her breasts to view. "First I am
  going to nail you. Then I have a nice potion to get rid of your little,
  problem." His hand caressed her bare stomach.

  "No, not my baby! Please, I will do whatever you want!" she gasped
  desperately.

  "Yes, you will, even marry me, once I change your memories. But first, I
  want to take you while you knowing that I am going to kill your lover, and
  his nasty Slytherin spawn."

  He would have continued to gloat, but before he could finish, the door was
  blown off its hinges! Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley burst into the
  room.

  "Remus!" Hermione broke free of Sirius' suddenly lax grip and rushed to
  werewolf.

  "Harry, this is not what it looks like!"

  "Shut up! I did not want to believe what Remus said," Harry growled, his
  green eyes damp with bitter tears of betrayal. "When he said that you
  wanted to hurt Hermione, I thought he was crazy! You are my godfather
  Sirius. You were supposed to be my family! You, you bastard!" Before Remus
  or Ron could do anything to prevent it, Harry drew his wand and screamed
  "Avada Kadavra!"

  He missed by a millimeter as Padfoot ran for the dusty old teacher's desk.
  He leapt up onto it and used it as a platform to make a lunge for a high
  window, which he crashed through in a shower of glass!

  The wolf hit the window less then a second behind, but its bulk took a
  moment to extract from the relatively small frame. The black dog was just
  disappearing into the dark woods as the werewolf lopped swiftly after with
  murder in its shinning yellow eyes.

  Back in the disused room, a crowd was gathering, including most of
  Slytherin House, and a number of Ravenclaws. Ron quickly took off his robe
  and placed it gently over Hermione's shoulders. "Come on Harry, we need to
  get her to the infirmary."

  Harry nodded and was about to walk to the door when Draco Malfoy stormed
  in. "Why are you Gryffs making trouble in our dungeon?" Before either
  Gryffindor could explode at him, Draco got a good look at the trio and
  realized what must have happened. "Hermione?" he gasped.

  To the shock of the large crowd, Hermione Granger stumbled out of Ron's
  protective embrace and ran to Draco's arms as she sagged. He drew her
  close, stroking her hair gently as they sank to their knees on the floor.
  "Hermione. My poor Hermione, was it Black? Are you hurt?"

  Ron and Harry both stared at them with absolute shock. Harry blinked then
  walked over to the pair. "Will someone please tell me what the hell is
  going on?"

  Draco looked at Harry, then at the crowd. Helping Hermione to stand, Draco
  gently guided her to the door. "Ask me later Potter."

  ---

  At the same time elsewhere in the castle...

  It was getting dark as Dumbledore walked into his bedroom. Severus slowly
  stood, showing off his exquisite form in a dark green corset. The old man
  smiled, drinking in the sight of that long lean body with the pert nipples
  peeking out over white ruffles. Long, shapely legs in fishnet hose perched
  confidently on two-inch heels.

  Just like a high priced whore.

  "You are so lovely Severus." He smiled. "Now, be a good child and fetch my
  potion. I want to be sure that I can pleasure you all night."

  Without comment Severus walked over to the wall. Dumbledore said,
  "Potency," and a panel in the wall opened. Severus reached into the exposed
  alcove and took out one of the deep blue curved decanters that resided
  inside.

  This was Dumbledore's newest torment. He would make Severus pour his
  potency potion. Before, this would have depressed him, the thought that he
  was giving Dumbledore the means to rape him at will for another month. But
  this time, he was grateful.

  He turned slightly to the side, so that Albus could not see the small
  packet in his hand. Severus carefully spilled the powder into a large
  goblet as he poured the potion. He watched the steaming goblet foam
  slightly, and then, to his relief, returned to its former dark red color.

  His plan might not work, this he knew. The dragon's blood potion was
  extremely powerful and might very well cancel out the powder.

  If that happened, Severus knew that everything was lost.

  Eyes down submissively, Severus strolled across the room, allowing his hips
  to roll seductively. He then knelt gracefully before his master. Breasts
  thrust forward provocatively. He made sure that his thighs were spread,
  allowing the older man an unobstructed view of his cock.

  He held up the golden goblet to Dumbledore, watching the older man from
  beneath his thick lashes.

  The Headmaster smiled as he accepted the cup and downed it in one gulp.
  Eyes closed he savored the feel of the dragon's blood coursing like liquid
  fire through his veins. He felt his erection swell with a vengeance.

  Oh, this was a good batch!

  "Come here." The older man lifted Severus, crushed him against his chest
  and kissed his parted lips. His cock was so hard it hurt to rub it against
  his bond mate. "Oh, Merlin I need to fuck you!"

  Dumbledore threw him face down on the bed, and dove on top of the
  struggling man. He parted his robes, caught his wriggling hips and slammed
  to the hilt into his tight, unprepared hole. "Oh gods!" he shouted, ramming
  in harder, it felt so good, he had to go deeper!

  He could feel Severus prone on the bed, hear him sob in pain at his
  thrusts. Dumbledore wanted to go even deeper, to split him in two!

  Seed shot deep into the tight channel, but his erection refused to subside!
  Panting, Albus renewed his violent thrusts! Yes, must push deeper, rip him,
  possess him!

  Albus would make Severus scream!

  Heart pounding in his chest, Albus Dumbledore had to keep pushing. 'YES!'
  He stiffened as his semen flooded the body beneath him again. He kept
  pumping, feeling light headed, dizzy. He was still vaguely of Severus
  struggling beneath him as he felt a sudden tiredness spread over his limbs.


  He just needed to rest for a few minutes then he would fuck Severus again.

  "My own sweet hot bitch," he whispered as the blackness claimed him.

  To be concluded...
***** Subjugation - 24 *****
Subjugation - 24






  Albus Dumbledore fought his way through the darkness. In one last desperate
  effort he clawed out of the black pit that sought to hold him and woke with
  a cry.

  Angry, confused, he looked around the bedroom. He felt as if something were
  wrong, but saw nothing out of place.

  The last thing he remembered was having an erection that just would not go
  down and using said erection to fuck Severus' hot little arse into the
  mattress. Then he must have passed out?

  The only sound in the room was that of the shower running. Feeling a little
  dizzy, he stood gingerly then when he got his balance walked towards the
  bathroom. A strange sense of foreboding welled up in his heart as moved
  closer to the doorway.

  The first thing he saw through the steamy haze was the semi-transparent
  curtain around the shower. Behind it, he clearly saw the long lean
  silhouette of Severus rinsing his hair. He blinked with disbelief then
  growled angrily. Even through the curtain he could see that his bond mate's
  beautiful hair had been cut short!

  Instead of flowing past his hips it was cropped right up to his shoulders?
  How dare the bitch do anything so radical to his appearance without
  permission!

  Angrily he stormed over leaned into the tub and grabbed at Severus.

  His hand passed through the pale flesh.

  "I thought I felt a chill," Severus said as he turned and smiled at him
  slyly. "How nice to see you again, Albus. I was beginning to think you had
  gone on to your eternal reward. No such luck, eh?" Severus said brightly.
  "I should have known better, almost seventy years in this place as teacher
  and Headmaster, of course you would be drawn back." He turned off the
  water, stepped out of the shower and took up a large dark green towel to
  dry off.

  Dumbledore looked down at himself. He was silver, and somewhat transparent.
  "I'm a..."

  "Ghost, specter, apparition, call it what you will. You are a stiff, bereft
  of life you rest in peace, hm, well, I guess you are not resting in peace.
  But, as you can see you have passed on, are pushing up the daisies, and
  joined the choir invisible. As of Thursday last, you Albus Dumbledore are
  an ex wizard. Pity you missed the funeral, it was quite an affair, lots of
  somber statesmen and weeping women. You would have loved it. So, how was
  your death? Everything you expected it to be? I suppose the details are a
  little fuzzy?"

  "You fucking bitch! You killed me!" the ghost shrieked.

  "Temper, temper Albus, it is not good for someone in your condition to
  become too emotional," the young wizard tutted as he slipped on a Slytherin
  green bathrobe. "After all, I just gave you what you wanted. Did you not
  say just a few weeks ago that this was how you wanted to die? I believe
  your exact words were, 'Balls deep in some hot bitch?'"

  "In fact, you actually specified me as the hot bitch, and you were most
  definitely balls deep in my arse when you shuffled off this mortal coil. If
  it makes you feel any better, that will be giving me nightmares for many
  years to come. The mortician never could get the smile off your face.
  Probably for the best that I had your body cremated." He smiled innocently
  at his late husband's shocked expression.

  "C-c-c-cremated?" Dumbledore choked.

  "Yes Albus, you may be dead but I know that you are a vindictive bastard,
  and I would not put necromancy past you. That you might be able to animate
  your corpse just so that you could fuck me one last time, I thought it best
  if I left nothing for you to work with. Potter scattered your ashes over
  the Quidditch Pitch," he added almost as an afterthought.

  "You filthy Slytherin whore! I will tell everyone that you murdered me!"

  "Murder is such an ugly word Albus. Besides, all I really did was give you
  more of a good thing. When you asked me to get your dragon's blood potion,
  I added a little something to it. A mixture of twelve muggle anti-impotency
  pills," Dumbledore gaped at him.

  "You killed me, and I will see you in Azkaban for it!" the ghost howled.

  "Oh, I think not. Right now you are revered and loved through out our
  world. They believe that you are a hero and one of the greatest wizards of
  all time, right up there with Merlin. People are naming their children
  after you. Do you really want to get into a messy public trial? I convinced
  the ministry that you had a heart attack, which was true. Thanks to so many
  stimulants, magical and muggle, your old heart just could not stand the
  strain. But be reasonable Albus, do you want the entire Wizarding World to
  know what kind of sick perverted bastard you really were? Do you want me
  put under Veritaserum? I would be happy to spill the beans, all of them. I
  could start with your having raped me. Or should I start with you watching
  me being raped and abused at school while you jerked off? Then I could give
  a detailed account of how you blackmailed and beat me into being your sex
  slave. Even better, I could tell them the fate you intended for your own
  children. Or I could just show them your pensive collection? I have the
  ones you took from me, and others you made yourself to relive 'the
  moment.'"

  Severus walked calmly past Dumbledore's shade and started to dress. He
  stepped very slowly into a pair of silk boxers smiling at Dumbledore over
  his shoulder and very much enjoying the feel of them against his skin. He
  then made a quite a production out of slipping into a beautifully tailored
  pair of black slacks. "Oh, it is true that your friends at the Wizongamot
  have a lot of power. They would probably be able to fix a trial. And they
  would wish to protect your good name. However, what you need to understand
  is that above all else I am a Slytherin. I will not allow you to destroy my
  life from beyond the grave! So I have the most vile, disgusting of those
  pensives ready to appear on the desks of a number of appropriate news
  organizations and Ministry officials if I were to suddenly die or be sent
  to Azkaban."

  "I do not have to kill you bitch! Do you think you are free?" the old man
  demanded. "You are still considered mentally unstable. In the event of my
  death, my Will transfers your guardianship to Sirius Black. He will be much
  harder on you then I ever was."

  Severus was unfazed by this revelation. "I had some help in your demise
  Albus," the younger man pulled on a starched white shirt as he spoke, also
  pulling on his knee-length black frock coat, complete with the myriad of
  tiny buttons. This hid his breasts well. "My co-conspirators used your hair
  and polyjuice potion to file a change to your Will. In that revision you
  made your dear trusted friend Remus Lupin, the Executor of your estate and
  guardian to your poor mentally ill spouse. Remus will see to the running of
  the estate, my welfare and that of your children."

  "Children? Did you say, children?" the ghostly figure gasped.

  "Oh," he snapped his fingers. "I did not have the chance to tell you before
  you died, your reputation as a virile stud will be preserved. You knock me
  up again. Pomfrey already checked. It is a girl."

  "You are not leaving Severus! You are mine!" The ghostly figure expanded,
  huffing with fury.

  "Sorry, old man, I guess you did not read the fine print of our bonding
  agreement. It reads, 'Till death do us part.' And, well Albus, you died."
  Severus smiled brightly.

  "Sirius will not allow this to happen!"

  "Sirius Black is no longer a threat to me Albus. He is on the run from the
  Aurors for the attempted rape of Hermione Granger. The Wizongamot have put
  out the story that you had your heart attack when you found out what he had
  done. And to preserve your legacy, the Wizongamot have sworn that they will
  see to it that he is not taken alive. Sirius Black will never come near me
  or my children again."

  "I will kill you!" Ghostly hands snatched at the younger man's throat,
  affecting nothing.

  "You are a ghost, remember? You are incorporeal. You cannot beat me, kill
  me. Hell, you cannot even fuck me, ever again," he smirked. "Speaking of
  which do you still have a hard on? According to the other ghosts they are
  exactly the same physically as the instant when they died. And, well, when
  you expired you were still stiff as a board."

  Dumbledore looked down before he realized it. His robes fell open revealing
  a massive erection.

  "Good thing you are dead or that would really be painful. Oh well, maybe
  the Gray Lady or Peeves will give you a pity fuck. I suppose it is for the
  best that you did not bother to completely undress to nail me that last
  time or you would have a really embarrassing afterlife." The younger wizard
  turned, offering Dumbledore a back view of his smartly tailored suit as he
  stretched his arms upward looking very like a contented cat. "Actually, you
  returned just in time to say goodbye. I am going to leave Hogwarts today.
  This place has at times been my sanctuary, but it has also been my prison
  for most of my life. It is true that I do not know much about the world
  outside of these walls, but I intend to learn Albus."

  "You would take my children from me?" Albus sounded shocked.

  "I am not cruel. If you do not make trouble, and promise to behave as the
  kindly eccentric old Headmaster for the occasions, I will bring the
  children for visits, Christmas, birthdays and such." He barely held back a
 chuckle as he recalled the Headmaster slapping him with very similar words.  
  "However, if you cause me any grief, you will never see them again."

  "Remus is loyal to me!"

  "No Albus, I am not." Remus Lupin walked into the room and to Dumbledore's
  shock he pulled Severus to him, kissing him passionately. He still had a
  protective arm around Severus' waist as he turned to the spectral figure.
  "I know what you were doing to him. Found out what twisted creatures you
  and Sirius were."

  "Remus you cannot do this. He will murder you too." Now Dumbledore was
  desperate.

  "Why should he hurt me Albus? I intend to love and protect all three of
  them."

  "Love???" Dumbledore spite out the word like it was something vile.

  "Yes Albus, I suppose it is hard for you to think that someone might care
  about me as more then a hole to put his cock in."

  "Severus, you cannot do this. You are my bond mate, you carry my child."
  The old man turned to Severus. He tried to be the kindly Headmaster.

  "I already told you, our bonding dissolved the instant you ceased to
  breath. And for a change, the law is on my side. If one spouse is a ghost,
  the other is for their own good, released from the marriage vows. That law
  was passed over four hundred years ago by the Wizongamot to protect the
  surviving spouse. In fact, the living partner is encouraged to leave the
  vicinity of the spectral one." Severus walked to the door. "I am going to
  go and live my life Albus. You will also be happy to learn that Hermione
  Granger and Draco Malfoy will be apprenticed to me. I believe that between
  the three of us, and your vast fortune, there is no limit to the things
  that we can achieve."

  Before another word could be spoken a shrill cry was heard from the
  nursery. Severus rushed through the open door and a few moments later he
  walked out carrying his cooing three month old son snugly in the crook of
  his arm. The child was wearing dark green pajamas and wrapped in a silver
  blanket. "You should get down on your ectoplasmic knees and kiss this
  child's feet Albus Dumbledore, because if it were not for him and his
  little sister, every paper in our world would be giving out the sordid
  details from those pensives. But I will not have my children soiled by the
  truth about you unless you give me no choice!" Severus looked down at his
  child and the anger he was building dissolved. "Say goodbye to daddy Albus
  William." He took hold of the tiny hand and made a little motion as if
  waving. "Do not look so upset Albus, you are the one that said he was too
  much of an inconvenience to keep around. You should not miss him at all."

  "William?"

  "Yes, we decided not to saddle him with the name Godric. No one has had
  that name in five hundred years. So we will be calling him by William,"
  Severus said kissing his son's cheek.

  Remus moved to open the door for them, Severus turned and waved over his
  shoulder. "Bye Albus, see you at Christmas," with a last feral growl Remus
  closed the door behind them.

  Severus almost expected Dumbledore to shadow them to the Great Hall where
  they said their good byes to the rest of the staff. But he did not show up.


  Minerva kissed him, and cried over the baby. "Hogwarts just will not be the
  same without you here Severus," she choked.

  "Just try to find a decent Slytherin to take my place as head of house."

  "A decent Slytherin? Is there such a thing?" The witch smiled.

  Hagrid tried so very hard to be brave, but soon the dirty spotted hanky was
  on the receiving end of a blast that would have made a fog horn blush.
  "Promise that you will visit, all of you," Severus said as the half giant
  nodded, unable to speak. Then he hugged all three of them.

  In a way Severus was sad about leaving. As Flitwick who had to stand on a
  table, hugged him and gave William a small teddy bear that snuggled against
  the child, hugging him back, he thought of all of these people who despite
  everything had truly been his family.

  "We had best go now Remus, or I will not be able to." He wiped away the
  tears that escaped. If it were not for Dumbledore's cruelty, he probably
  would have been happy to stay safe and secure in his dungeon for the rest
  of his life. But he could never live here now. Especially not with Albus
  Dumbledore's ghost in residence. The ghost of Dumbledore would watch him
  while he slept, showered, or made love with Remus. That thought made him
  shudder with disgust.

  Remus took his hand. "Come on Severus. My first act as executor of Albus'
  will was to purchase a pair of cottages by the sea one for Draco and
  Hermione, and one for the, four of us." They walked out the door to a
  waiting coach. Both men could see the thestrals that drew it. But both only
  shrugged. They had seen much worse in their time. Severus took one last
  look at Hogwarts. With a wave to the figure of Albus Dumbledore watching
  from the Astronomy tower, he turned and stepped into the carriage.

  "I wish that we could get this off." Remus touched the gaudy gold ring on
  Severus' finger. "I do not like you having anything of his near you.
  Present company excluded of course." He stroked William's cheek then laid a
  hand on his lover's stomach.

  "Neither of them will be exposed to the real Dumbledore. You will be their
  father."

  They kissed. Then Remus leaned over to Severus. "I, have been requested by
  my, other half to ask you a question," he sounded a little embarrassed.

  "Oh?" Severus knew about Remus' understanding with the wolf, and its
  attraction to him. Though since Dumbledore's demise, they had not really
  had any time to discuss it.

  "Yes. Uh," The blush deepened on Remus' cheeks. "Do you like having your
  toes licked?"

  Epilog:

  The ghost of Albus Dumbledore stood silently watching the carriage as it
  took his bond mate, his son, and unborn daughter away. Though strangely,
  the old man was no longer upset.

  In fact, he smiled as he made his way to what had once been his office. He
  knew who would be there. "Minerva," he said softly.

  The witch had been staring out the window also, obviously watching the
  carriage. "Albus?" she gasped, hand on her chest. "We had begun to think
  that you had moved on!"

  "How could I ever leave Hogwarts, my dear friend?" He flashed her one of
  his most gentle smiles.

  "You missed Severus. He just left."

  "I know."

  "I should owl him..."

  "No, not just yet. The poor child needs to mourn. Perhaps you could invite
  them back for Christmas." He ran a silvery hand over her shoulder.

  "You are so understanding Albus. Severus was so lucky to have won your
  love."

  "Minerva, could you tell me something? Do you know what has become of my
  wedding ring? I know that I cannot wear it, but it is very dear to me."
  Since that ring was a port key that could be used to either bring him to
  Severus, or to transport Severus to his waiting arms, once he had solid
  arms again. That ring was very dear to him indeed.

  "Oh, yes, your brother Aberforth came to the funeral. I gave it to him."
  She looked at her friend and smiled. "I will owl him tonight and have it
  brought here so that you can have it near you."

  "Thank you Minerva. Thank you so much. You have no idea how happy you have
  made me," he said then he turned and floated out the door running over in
  his mind almost a dozen rituals that he could use to gain a new physical
  form.

  After all, death had never stopped him before...

  Fini - For now

  A few obscure references

  Dumbledore's 'alphabet antics' in bed. A suggestion from the late comedian
  Sam Kenison (Not sure of the spelling) about improving one's skills at
  giving oral pleasure.

  Professor Praetorius - Mad scientist - Movie - Bride of Frankenstein 1935

  Open Channel 'D' - The Man From Uncle - 1960s James Bond inspired TV show

  Fannon and Broom - Body Snatchers - Movie - The Doctor and the Devils 1985

  Part 08 -Trelawney's Tarot deck Hanson Roberts

  Part 21: Linda Lovelace - Porn star.

  Yorik - Hamlet's deceased pal - Shakespearean play.

  The lion: Fred, sidekick to Super Chicken - A Great Cartoon from the 60's.

  Part 24 - Bits of Severus' speech to Dumbledore's ghost are of course from
  Monty Python's Flying Circus. The Dead Parrot Sketch.
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