[HP]Two Snape

Harry, who was seriously injured and returned to Hogwarts, brought the news of Voldemort's return to the wizarding world. Fudge tried to deny it, but Voldemort attacked Hogsmeade with great fanfare the next day—in person.

He took a group of Death Eaters and lived in Malfoy Manor.

Narcissa stood calmly at the gate of the manor, welcoming the arrival of these nightmares.

Lucius stood beside Voldemort, just as he had been all those years ago.

Narcissa secretly looked at her husband out of the corner of her eye, looking at another man with unconcealable admiration and obsession.

Narcissa unconsciously exerted force on the skirt, pinching the smooth skirt into folds.

"Where do I live? Lucius." Voldemort spoke to Lucius in an intimate and condescending tone.

"Of course it's the best room." Lucius suddenly hesitated to look at Narcissa - his wife.

As the mistress of this manor, well, maybe it's a little strange to think so, but Lucius still thinks that he brought Voldemort and the Death Eaters back to their home without informing Narcissa - it's really disrespectful to Narcissa.

But Lucius didn't realize that in his subconscious mind, he and Narcissa were the ones together, the owner of the manor, and Voldemort, unconsciously, had been treated as a guest—or an outsider. .

Lucius was inexplicably guilty, avoiding Narcissa's gaze like a child who made a mistake.

However, in Narcissa's view, this of course has another meaning.

Her heart fell into an ice cave.

She really lost.

"I'm going to prepare dinner for you, Master." Narcissa was about to retreat, but Voldemort didn't intend to let her do so.

"Is that her? Lucius."

"what?"

"It's this little beauty... who makes you so intoxicated with tenderness that you never even thought about coming to me?"

"No..." Lucius immediately denied it, although he didn't know what he was denying.

"You love her?" Voldemort sneered, "It's this ridiculous feeling that keeps you from following me? Lucius, you really let me down."

"Back then, Master, you arranged the marriage between Malfoy and Black." Lucius subconsciously didn't answer Voldemort's first question, and said lightly.

"Really?" Voldemort looked at Narcissa, "It's because of this..."

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief.

"But as far as I know, the Black family is on the decline, and their only heir is on Dumbledore's side... What's the use of keeping this woman?"

Lucius' eyes widened slightly. He looked at Voldemort in horror, and a thought flashed through his mind—he didn't want Narcissa to be expelled.

"What are you keeping for useless things? Why waste resources, Lucius." Voldemort said disdainfully, "Come on."

Bella Lestrange was like Voldemort's own house-elf, quickly appearing at her master's side.

"Shut down to the dungeon."

"Yes." Bella pulled Narcissa and left without thinking at all - the person who might be killed by Voldemort was her own sister.

Narcissa looked at Lucius desperately and helplessly, but Lucius looked at Voldemort with disbelief on his face.

Narcissa was taken away, and she couldn't even make a cry for help, because she found that no one was willing to save her, whether it was her biological sister or her husband who had been with her for 15 years.

Bella dragged people away for a while before Lucius found his own voice, he squeezed out a few words from his throat, and stammered, "She, she is Draco's mother— She, Draco cares about him, mother."

"Draco? I almost forgot, you have a son, I think, he must be as loyal and outstanding as you..." Voldemort squinted at Lucius, "I'm going to see him at the dinner this weekend. "

"...he's still a child." Lucius tried to dismiss Voldemort's plans.

"It's not young, you forgot, at this age, you are already..." Voldemort whispered in Lucius's ear, with a teasing and contemptuous tone, "You have already climbed into my bed, haven't you?"

Voldemort left, Lucius was the only one left in the huge living room.

Lucius suddenly felt sick to his stomach, what did he do... Is this what he wanted?

Snape received a letter from Lucius, which mentioned that Snape would take Draco back to Malfoy Manor for the weekend to attend the Death Eater party.

Snape took the letter to Dumbledore with a headache.

He didn't want Draco to be marked with that disgusting mark at all.

In the headmaster's office, Snape angrily asked why Snape didn't follow the agreed plan and why he took Potter away early...

Snape didn't refute, just let Snape vent his anger. At that time, he didn't even realize to check the time and follow their schedule. He only knew that if it was any later, the moody Voldemort would be very Maybe the Cruciatus Curse was not used on Harry, but the Death Curse!

He couldn't take that risk.

The quarrel couldn't bring about a solution, and there were still several Horcruxes that hadn't been destroyed. For the sake of the overall situation, Snape still had to take Draco to that party on the weekend - he even had to watch Draco with his face full Accepting in horror that Voldemort had branded Draco.

That night, Draco stayed in the bathroom for a long time. When he came out, his entire left arm was red and swollen, even bloodshot... But how could the Dark Mark be washed off like this?

Snape stepped forward in silence, forcefully pulled away Draco's hand that was still rubbing the Dark Mark, to stop him from torturing the hand on his left arm, then hugged him in his arms, softly comforting, "It's okay ...as long as he dies...yes, he will die...he will disappear, it's okay...it's okay..."

Draco was trembling in Snape's arms. What he was afraid of and disgusted with was not just the disgusting mark on his hand, but the task that had once made him extremely fearful and loathsome - killing Dumbledore.

Voldemort told Draco that if Dumbledore was killed, Narcissa would survive, but if the fifth grade was over and Dumbledore was still alive, then Narcissa would not survive.

However, from beginning to end, Voldemort only said that even if Dumbledore died, Narcissa was only alive, but did not promise to let Narcissa return to her family - yes, Narcissa, there are more uses.

"What to do?" Snape looked at Dumbledore in the headmaster's office.

"..." Dumbledore remained silent. The sudden change in the plan last time caused a series of consequences, so all plans must be adjusted.

Since Voldemort insisted on letting himself die, let him do so.

Only this time...he didn't intend to really die.

While everyone was nervously preparing for the next plan, many things happened again.

Voldemort, who has been doing nothing in Malfoy Manor for a while, has lost interest in the peacocks, elk and other animals that tortured Malfoy Manor...

He has recently acquired a new hobby.

Torture, mistress of Malfoy Manor.

He told Lucius that this was punishment for Lucius not finding him in time.

Then, let Voldemort discover a... reason for him to abuse Narcissa wantonly.

"Look, Lucius, what kind of monster is the thing you've slept on for so many years!" Voldemort asked his men to take off Narcissa's tattered dress that had been whipped, and Narcissa struggled to hide it. Decades of secrets were exposed to everyone.

"The Black family is really capable. They dare to give you this kind of monster..." Voldemort clicked his tongue. Well... Lucius, look, if it wasn't for me..."

Lucius looked at Narcissa in shock—it wasn't her unusual body, but the welts and bruises all over her body!He thought that even if she was locked in a dungeon, at least, at least she was still the nominal mistress of Malfoy Manor, his wife, the mother of the heir to the Malfoy family—even if she was not as pampered as before, at least, at least she should not be short of food Wearing it, it shouldn't look like this!

The anger and distress that spread in Lucius' heart were so fierce that he interrupted his master for the first time.

"Enough!" The angry growl shocked Lucius himself, but Narcissa, who was dying and desperate, didn't respond. Of course, this doesn't mean that the others were the same.

"What are you trying to do! Lucius!" Voldemort angrily scolded Lucius, and the others present looked at Lucius with disapproval and disapproval.

"Master, please forgive my anger." Lucius's brain was running fast, and he quickly thought of an excuse, "I really can't tolerate such deception..." Lucius' unfinished words were hidden in his Gritting his teeth.

"But this woman is the mother of my heir after all, I beg you, benevolent master, don't let the news leak out, I don't want the Malfoy family to be ridiculed, and I don't want the matter of this woman to affect my heir. "

"You're thoughtful... But are you sure that the child born to this woman will be your heir?" Voldemort gestured to Lucius, "I suggest you change to another heir."

"Draco is of Malfoy's blood." Lucius didn't make it clear, but he refused forcefully with a rare attitude.

"As for this woman...Master, I hope you will allow me to take her into the portrait room of Malfoy's ancestors...I want them to understand the situation so that I can dissolve this deceitful marriage."

Narcissa, who was thrown aside like a torn sack, vaguely heard a few words, dissolving...full of deceit...a marriage relationship?

Narcissa wanted to smile bitterly, but found that she didn't even have the strength to control her expression... She didn't care about despair anymore, she just felt sad. Isn't this the result she knew a long time ago?Does she still have unrealistic expectations?

"Okay, I agree to your request." Voldemort was very satisfied with Lucius' request. "Quickly settle this matter, and I will arrange a more suitable marriage for you."

Lucius lowered his head and kept sending Voldemort out with a humble attitude. When everyone in the room was gone, Lucius hurriedly knelt down beside the bruised Narcissa.

"You... How are you?" Lucius was at a loss. He wanted to hug Narcissa, but he was afraid of touching Narcissa's wounds. Narcissa, who was naked, had scars on her body that were even more eye-catching. Startled.

In his panic, he forgot that he could use the Healing Charm first, and that he could summon the house-elf.

"I'm sorry..."

"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly." Lucius leaned over and put his ear close to Narcissa's slightly trembling lips.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to lie to you..." Narcissa was furious, but she still struggled to say something.

"No, I, I mean, don't talk now, I'll take you to the portrait room... hold on..."

"You still let me die..." Narcissa struggled to open her eyes, "I will not agree with you...you...to dissolve the marriage..."

"Damn... idiot..." Lucius was annoyed, but he hugged Narcissa gently as much as possible, but Narcissa frowned in pain, "Did you forget that there is a fireplace in the portrait room... I asked Chacha to deliver You go to Hogwarts...it's safe there...Severus will save you...you'll be fine...hold on..."

Rushing to the portrait room, Lucius summoned Chacha—the elf that was Narcissa's dowry, which originally belonged to the Black family, and was absolutely loyal to Narcissa.

Narcissa was sent to Hogwarts. Lucius felt that all the strength in his body had just been taken away. He didn't have time to worry about the consequences of deceiving Voldemort to send Narcissa away. What lingered in his mind was Narcissa's A body covered in bruises - Lucius didn't think about that secret at all.

This is the first time that he chooses to deceive that man and go against the man's will, and it is also the first time that he wonders whether his choice is extremely absurd and outrageously wrong?

"Where's that woman?" When Lucius walked out of the portrait room, Voldemort was waiting for him outside.

"...Using this kind of lies to insult the Malfoy family and the heirs of the Malfoy family—my ancestors believed that she should be burned to ashes with the Blazing Curse." Lucius said calmly, "Now, everything is going wrong." Solved, my... master."

"Very well." Voldemort believed. "As expected of Malfoy. I think your ancestors did the right thing."

"Of course." Lucius felt a bone-chilling coldness in his heart.

Obviously, it's not that he hasn't seen Voldemort's cruel side, but he couldn't tolerate Narcissa being hurt by this cruelty.

At night, Lucius, who was lying alone on the double bed, suddenly felt cold.

Only then did he realize the reason for his insomnia for the past two days.

15 years of habit, this bed should have another person's body temperature.

In 15, Lucius grabbed Narcissa's pillow, buried his face in it, and breathed greedily, trying to find that smell. It turned out that they had owned each other for 15 years——the loneliness at this moment made him feel like he was being trapped. Cut off half of the body.

It seemed that he had found the reason for his ailments in the past few days.

After 15 years, companionship is not just a habit, but a temperature that penetrates deep into the bone marrow. Now it is suddenly peeled off, and it turns out to be bone-piercing pain and desolation.

Lucius couldn't sleep.

When he came to the downstairs living room alone, and the indulgent voices of Voldemort and Rosdorf Lestrange came to his ears again, Lucius suddenly felt that he had been slapped severely.

What is he doing?

Lucius was horrified to find out how absurd he was!

He has a caring and gentle wife, a smart and obedient son, well-fed and well-fed, and a good life. He could have had all the good things in this world—but because of this—Lucius looked up and there was nothing there. Close the door tightly, for such a person, he personally destroyed everything about himself!

See what he has done?

He let his son be branded with that disgusting mark, he let his son humblely kiss the man's robe corner, let his son live in fear all the time, let this man control him and him because of the Dark Mark the life of his son!

Even, his wife, the mistress of the Malfoy family medium who was marrying, had been insulted like that--his wife had been insulted like that in front of those low-spirited minions he had never looked down upon!

What the hell did he do?

Lucius sat slumped on the cold floor.

……

Three months later, Draco Malfoy took Albus Dumbledore from Shot down on the Astronomy Tower.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of all time died.

Severus Snape successfully won the trust of the Dark Lord again, becoming the youngest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, and Draco Malfoy became the head of the Boys' Union that year.

The Ministry of Magic is controlled by Voldemort.

Harry Potter is missing.

The wizarding world once again fell into a horrible atmosphere of death.

The author has something to say: Ah... the finale is coming soon~