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"Come with me, Severus." Lord Voldemort ordered, already walking with his back turned towards his office in Malfoy Manor.
"Yes, my Lord." Severus hurried to follow him, many of the others present observing him, Bellatrix in particular with an expression of deep satisfaction.
This could only mean that Severus was in danger.
Voldemort walked slowly ahead of him. Upon reaching the entrance to the office, Voldemort opened the door himself, before Severus could make a move towards it. This simple gesture confirmed that his master was angry.
Severus always opened doors for his master; it was a small thing, but Severus liked to think that his master appreciated being treated this way.
Lord Voldemort ignored his desk and sat in a chair that actually looked more like a throne in the corner of the office.
Severus watched him, standing there after closing the door behind him. Quickly, he knelt before his master, lowering his head until his His forehead was on the ground.
His master wasn't just angry, he was angry at Severus.
But that didn't make sense; Severus had been a loyal and determined follower from the start. He took his responsibilities very seriously, doing everything perfectly. There wasn't a single reason for his master to be angry with him.
The Death Eater meeting had been a success; they were doing very well in the war, accumulating victory after victory.
Severus was growing anxious about this situation. He had always prided himself on being one of the most competent among all of Lord Voldemort's followers.
His intelligence, his loyalty, his magical abilities—these were all he had to offer his master. He didn't have the resources of the Malfoys, nor Bellatrix's sexual prowess.
But he always liked to consider himself useful to Voldemort.
But something was wrong. Severus couldn't think of exactly what, but he needed to find out soon.
If he knew what his mistake was, he could apologize and make amends his Master.
But how could he do that if he didn't know what he had done?
"Come closer, Severus."
He didn't deign to rise, instead using his knees and hands to crawl to his master, stopping just close enough for Severus to kiss his feet.
Severus waited patiently for his master to speak, but the minutes passed and Severus grew increasingly anxious, so in a moment of courage he raised his head and risked looking directly at his lord.
Voldemort was watching him with an expression that reflected pure betrayal.
Severus is going to die. The worst part is that he doesn't even know why.
"I've heard some very interesting stories recently, Severus." His voice was heavy with anger, but his tone was low. "Explain."
"My lord, I am deeply sorry, this humble servant of yours did not intend to displease you, my lord, I beg you please forgive me." Severus did His best effort was to appear genuinely remorseful, but their apologies were weak. Normally, Severus clearly stated his own mistake aloud, never inventing justifications or blaming others.
"Tell me specifically what you're apologizing for." Severus opened his mouth but couldn't find words for a situation he didn't understand.
"So, even now, in front of me, you refuse to obey me? You refuse to give me an explanation?" Voldemort thrust his hand into Severus's hair and forcefully pulled his head upwards, forcing Severus to abandon his original position, leaving him only on his knees.
"My lord—" he pleaded, his voice weak and faltering, his heart racing. If Lord Voldemort didn't kill him now, he would definitely notice how Severus's penis relished this.
Dying with an erection wasn't exactly what Severus had imagined for his own death.
"You dare? How could you? You simply have the audacity to be involved with another person?" Voldemort spat the words with pure hatred.
What?
Suddenly all the panic and anxiety Severus had felt were replaced by disbelief and confusion.
"My lord, I... I don't understand... what are my Lord talking about?"
Voldemort must have seen something in his expression because the next instant, his master pulled him by the hair—not forcefully this time—until Severus was forced to settle between his master's open legs. Severus had to place his hands on Lord Voldemort's legs for support; he was so close to his master, closer than Severus had ever allowed himself to dream.
"Severus, do you or do you not have a romantic and sexual affair with the Mudblood Lily Potter?"
Severus's eyes widened. Where had his master gotten such nonsense?
"My lord, I swear by my life and my magic that I don't have involvement whatsoever with her."
"Explain." His voice was still strong but calmer.
"I never had no relationship of that nature with anyone."
"Are you a virgin?" Voldemort asked shamelessly, yet suspiciously.
"Yes." His answer came out low. Severus felt his face heat up and was sure he was completely red.
Lord Voldemort seemed particularly pleased with this answer.
"Then why have you been meeting with that woman?"
"I'm sorry---"
"I don't want excuses, Severus! I just want the truth. You've been going to this woman and spending a lot of time with her. If you're not sleeping with her, then what are you doing?"
"I've been poisoning her, my lord."
"Poisoned? Severus, if you want to kill her, just do that. If you want to torture her, just use the Cruciatus Curse. I don't understand why you would bother complicating something so simple."
"This is personal revenge for me, my lord."
"Revenge? What did she do to you?"
Severus then recounted his entire life to his lord: his father's violence, his mother's cowardice, his friendship with Lily, the Marauders' abuses, all the humiliations—everything poured out of his mouth one after another: the attempted murder with the illegal werewolf at Hogwarts, the way he was stripped naked in public, Lily's laughter.
He then spoke of how betrayed he felt by Lily marrying one of his tormentors. He spoke of his revenge plan, how in recent months he had been getting closer to her, feigning deep remorse; she lets him into her house, and he puts poison in her food.
Their reconciliation is happening in secret, as her husband would never accept it. Therefore, Severus enters her house, offers to help her with the food, and then leaves before James Potter returns.
Lily and James are not the only ones to eat her food... The redhead often cooks food for everyone in Dumbledore's Order, so Severus can poison many at once.
The poison isn't meant to kill, but rather to weaken, to damage their magic and ensure that the Death Eaters have an easier time killing those affected by Severus's poison.
Lord Voldemort listened to everything in silence and without any expression, wanting to further appease his master. Severus then spoke about how Lord Voldemort had been a beacon of salvation in his life, how his cause had given Severus a purpose in his insignificant existence.
"Why didn't you tell me your plan from the beginning?" His anger had completely vanished now; Severus couldn't help but worry, these constant mood swings had become increasingly frequent.
"I'm sorry, my lord, I didn't want you to be disappointed in me if my plan failed." Severus lowered his gaze in shame.
"I'm sorry for what you went through, Severus." Lord Voldemort leaned towards He turned to face him and began kissing his neck. "My sweet Severus, my dear Severus." One of his master's hands was still in his hair, not pulling, just grazing his scalp with his nails, while the other was delicately placed on the bare side of his neck.
Severus didn't understand anything that was happening now; his mind was completely blank. All he felt was the heat coursing through his body.
"My lord..." Severus tried to question what was happening, but his voice came out as a groan.
"I'm sorry I treated you cruelly." The kisses continued. "I was angry and jealous, I was afraid you were betraying me, I should have known better." With each word, another kiss was placed on his neck. "One of your greatest qualities is your loyalty, my sweet Severus, I will never distrust you again, I promise."
Severus wanted to understand what was happening, but he couldn't force himself to do so when his mouth could only release sighs and his mind was unable to formulate any words or coherent sentence.
Suddenly his lord released him, sitting back in his chair. Severus couldn't help but let out a noise of protest that would surely embarrass him later.
"Come." Voldemort patted his lap with one hand.
Severus obeyed.
He sat on his master's lap facing him, one leg on each side. Voldemort placed Severus's hands on his own neck. Voldemort's hands went under Severus's clothes, caressing his waist.
"Severus, oh my Severus, I'm so happy to have you with me now. I think we don't need to wait until the wedding anymore. No one will question me anyway."
"Yes." Severus didn't understand anything his master was saying; he simply agreed with whatever his master said. Instead of hearing his words, he could only feel his lord's warm hands in direct contact with his skin.