Gregorovitch

A/N: So you know, the later part of this chapter contains SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL. It is all consensual, so no worries of abuse! However, if this bothers you, you may want to not read it. It is at the end of this chapter.

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What an unmitigated disaster! She could have throttled Jugson for his ineptitude! Not only did his information lead them to the wrong house, but then she had to watch as the Dark Lord killed the nice German family who had claimed they didn't know where Gregorovitch was. Alissa would have just let them go, but unfortunately, she wasn't in charge! Nevertheless, when they did finally catch up to the retired wand maker, Alissa levitated him upside down with magical ropes as the Dark Lord interrogated him about the Elder Wand.

He looked every bit the part of Father Christmas with his white beard and plump belly. He begged fearsomely for his life and swore he no longer had the Elder Wand, claiming that it had been stolen years ago.

"Who was the thief? Do not lie to Lord Voldemort!" the Dark Lord said coldly.

"PLEASE...I beg you, I don't know...he was young...he stole it from me!" he cried out in terror.

Then the Dark Lord, skilled in the art of Legilimency, easily entered his mind and saw all he needed. He nodded to Alissa, and she stepped up and performed the Killing Curse on him. They Apparated back to the manor, and the Dark Lord gathered his inner circle of trusted servants and relayed to them what he had seen in Gregorovitch's mind.

Alissa was dismissed as the Dark Lord summoned his inner circle. It would have bothered anyone else to have been shunned from the inner circle after all the hard work she had done, but Alissa had no such aspirations. She didn't want to experience him rooting around in her mind ever again!

Severus came back to her bedroom late and relayed what the Dark Lord had told him. It had been the infamous Grindelwald that the Dark Lord had seen in Gregorovitch's mind. He did not tell Alissa all of the conversation. It was just as well. Her Occlumency skills were weak at best, and it did nothing to aid her cause to know things that could only get her killed. Or himself, for that matter. He decided to go for a walk to organize his thoughts and replay the conversation in his mind as Alissa took a long hot bath after her lengthy journey. It had been a disturbing conversation...

"I saw the young Grindelwald. All this time, he was safely tucked away in that prison! I shall be taking my leave again. Severus will be in charge of Hogwarts. Yaxley, Rebastan, Rodolphus, Bellatrix, I will need you to stay on top of the Ministry, to make sure they are taking care of the Mudbloods. I shall be taking our Miss Devon with me. I must say, Severus, she was very well trained by Igor. It was probably the only capable assignment he ever carried out."

Severus was elated. "As you wish, my Lord. After all, she deserves an ample reward for her faithfulness. I shall endeavor to continue to make her most agreeable to your will, my Lord."

The gift of a boon usually was for the one granted to ask, but the Dark Lord had already calculated a plan in his mind for Alissa, Snape was sure. The Dark Lord was by nature not a giving master. He was not kind for the sake of kindness...no, he had a plan. He just wondered if he would find out in time. He also prayed Alissa would be kept safe.

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So, it was only after the death of one of the greatest wand makers of Europe that Alissa could finally relax and consider the Dark Lord's next move. She could only hope Potter and his little band were moving along with their hunt for the Horcruxes. It was just coming down to a race, and not a fair race at that! She had to keep her horses back and urge Potter's along. Sometimes she just wanted to scream at Dumbledore. He had not explained his mission thoroughly enough to the young boy.

She was deep in thought in her silk robe after a nice soak going over her thoughts when Severus finally came in. She sighed deeply with contentment. He was the only person to whom she could confide her fears, the only one who would understand. She liked to think he felt the same way.

She was terrified to go to Nurmengard with the Dark Lord to interrogate Grindelwald. She didn't even know when it would be, only that she would be going when the Dark Lord summoned her. She climbed into his lap, and they wrapped their arms around each other, remaining silent about her fears while Severus told her of the goings on at the school.

"The school has become a shell of what it once was!" he fumed. "Hogwarts could boast its superior standing to the whole of the Wizarding world. Now, it has become a castle of horrors," he finished with a whisper.

She opened their connection, afraid of being overheard.

What is really going on there?

You have no idea! His eyes grew hollow and deadened as he continued. There is a small faction of "rebels" at the school. Neville Longbottom, a boy I never in my wildest dreams thought would be a leader, has led this ragtag group to subvert and hinder the Carrows at every turn. They had beaten him and the other sixth and seventh year Gryffindor students, plus a couple of Ravenclaws and a group of Hufflepuffs that have joined the rebellion. They kept the name they used under Umbridge's regime..."Dumbledore's Army"...damn fools! They make my job harder, but at least they keep some hope alive.

Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, and Luna Lovegood, the daughter of that idiot, Xeno Lovegood, the owner of the Quibbler, lead the group of dissenters. Weasley and Longbottom broke into my office in an attempt to steal Godric Gryffindor's Sword! They were caught, and it quickly became a precarious situation as to how to go about punishing them. It was very difficult to handle their punishment, but I got them detention with our Gamekeeper, Hagrid, who loves Potter like he were his own, so I knew they would be in good hands. It was considered "soft", but I have a promise to keep to Dumbledore that I would watch over the children. To do that and keep my cover as a true Death Eater is extremely trying. I only hope they realize that it was only because of their blood status as pure-bloods that kept them from further harm. If they had been half-bloods, I shudder to even think!

His lover watched silently as he tried to relax. He was overtaxed and weary. So many times Alissa had wished she could be there with him, to comfort him, to make love to him. She missed his touch so badly it hurt. The bond they had created over the summer had truly knitted their souls together. She could feel his longing for her, and she was positive he could feel her need for him. Every night, she prayed that the next day would be one more that brought her closer to being with her love without the Dark Lord looming over their shoulder.

Now he was here, and she went limp in his arms as he carried her to his bed and made love to her. She was so exhausted, but could not stop her body from responding to his kisses and touches. He caressed her body with his, letting all his fears, doubts, and anger wash away as he lost himself in the sensations only this one woman could provide, and they gently came together.

She let exhaustion overtake her soon afterward. He watched her sleep, and when she awoke, he had dinner waiting for her. She sat naked in their bed and devoured her food. She then confided to Severus her fears about the upcoming trip to Nurmengard.

"I'm so scared he will try Legilimency on me...I have tried and tried, Severus. But I cannot master Occlumency. I just can't!"

"Well, you had better start creating some false memories, for if he invades your mind, all will be for naught!" he said coldly.

She suddenly lost her appetite. She pushed the tray away, and her face fell into a dark look of dread.

Severus took the tray from her and joined her on the bed, wrapping them both in his robes. He held her and spoke quietly. "You keep doing what he asks, and you will have nothing to fear. Absolute obedience. Without question, without hesitation. He has more on his mind than wondering what is rattling around in yours. He knows how much you love me, how dedicated you are. He feels secure. So, keep your head down, your pretty mouth shut, and do not fear. All will be well. After this, there will be no more of these ridiculous jaunts around Europe," he said reassuringly.

She smiled that perfect smile up at him and said seductively, "I know of one sure fire way to keep my mouth occupied,"

He raised an eyebrow, and she drew up on her hands and knees, backing down towards his cock. His eyes followed her red-tipped nipples, now brushing against the rough fabric of his trousers. She moaned in pleasure and quickly released his erection from his pants. He watched as she took him into her sweet mouth, and he could not stop himself from pumping his hips up into her. She tried to use her hands, but he grabbed them and held them firmly down.

"No, my sweet, you use that lovely mouth of yours, like the good little slut you are," he growled lustfully.

She complied and teased him mercilessly as he groaned out his pleasure.

"I want to come on your face," he said darkly. He flipped her over and knelt over her chest, his cock jaunting heavily in front of her face. He held her head and fucked her perfect mouth.

"Sweet Merlin, you are better than any whore I've ever had! My God, you are amazing. I want to fill you with my cum until you choke on it!"

She loved it when he went wild and spoke filthy words to her. He finally climaxed and spurted his seed over her face and neck. He fell backwards, and she turned over and cast a simple "Tergeo" cleansing charm on her face and neck. As she did, she flashed her arse to him, and he grabbed her hips and dragged her towards him, her legs spread above his lap. He tested the wetness between her legs and found her dripping with need. He plunged his fingers deep inside and found that heavenly spot that made her lose all decorum and control. He stroked her sensuously as she bucked and screamed. He rose up and wrapped his arm around her waist, pinning her back to his chest. He slid his hand upwards to capture one hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he pumped his fingers into her core. She shrieked and convulsed over and over. He wasn't going to let her rest until he was hard again, and then he would take her how he had always wanted. She loves the dark? Well, by God, she will have it! he thought evilly.

When he finally become hard again, he flipped her over and pounded into her as she screamed and cried. He was hurting her, but there was pleasure in the pain as he grabbed her thighs, lifted her up, and began pounding into her cervix. She gushed a torrent of juices around him, and she began to whimper his name. He finally released into her with a mighty roar that surely reverberated throughout the entire manor. He collapsed onto her, and they slept hard, sated, and in complete peace.

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A/N: Continued thanks to my beta, MadBrilliant, and to all who review! Parts of this chapter were taken from JKR's Deathly Hallows. Many thanks to Ms. Rowling for her work!