Not every Black went to Slytherin. Not every Lestrange was a seccessionist. Not every Malfoy was a muggle-hater.
The Malfoys never talked about Nephilius Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy’s younger brother, and one of the few Malfoys to have firmly fought for the rights of both Squibs and Muggleborns.
Of course, he had a nasty way of showing up precisely when they didn’t want him around.
The Blacks simply stripped the family disgraces of their names. Off the family tapestry they went and as far as they were concerned, were no longer Blacks, even if they pretendedto carry the name as both Sirius and Alphard did.
The Lestranges had the simplest method for dealing with those who failed to toe the family line.
The ghost of Dido Lestrange will tell you exactly how.
Summary: The dark lord being the evil pure-blood maniac ordered all his death-eaters to capture half-bloods and muggle-borns and torture them to death. Severus being one of Voldemort’s most trusted follower was entrusted with something different. Out of the many methods of being immortal, one was to produce an heir. He wanted an heir. But him being incapable of producing an heir he gave the job to Severus who carries the blood of the Prince family. But the woman who shall carry the child is unwilling to give in.
Snape being the gentleman we know would never hurt anyone unless absolutely necessary. Especially with it being a woman. Instead, he put all effort into brewing a potion which will need just the blood of the father to produce a child.
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It was just another midnight death eater meeting. Muggle-borns being killed and tortured ruthlessly. The dark lord closed his eyes and was deep in though when he was pulled out by a familiar voice.
“You called for me, my lord?”
“Ah Severus, yes. You keep providing me with your loyal services and bring me valuable information but this time I need more. Much more.”
Seeing that he was waiting for an answer Snape replied.
“Of course my lord. Whatever you desire.”
“You know what I most desire Severus. You are a clever man. On my mission of being immortal stand several barriers. I have been trying various methods but one remains….an heir. I need you to deliver me one.”
The sociopath was trying various ways to achieving immortality but an heir was not something he had yet considered. Severus scanned through the risks and dangers of agreeing. While he also was reminded that if he denied, the dark lord’s suspicions would rise and his cover would be blown. Leaving him with no option, but to agree.
“Anything you order me to do my lord. May I request the details?”
“There is a woman about whom a prophecy has been stated. She possesses the power to destroy me, but we need to turn that against her. Although the blood that runs through her veins is muggle blood, the power needs to be put to my use.”
Severus could see this heading to nowhere good and he prepared himself for the worst that could happen.
“The woman shall be captured and brought here tomorrow by Bellatrix. And I will need you to impregnate her as soon as you can. Of course she will be unwilling to submit herself, but do what you will have to. Details of this task must remain between the Malfoys, Bellatrix, you and me, only. Do you understand, Severus?”
“Yes my lord. I will try my best.”
“Good, you may depart. I will meet you here tomorrow by 11.”
With a slight bow Snape disapparated back to his house on Spinner’s End. How was he going to do this? Forcing himself over a woman just for the need to producing an heir. There has to be another way.
Covered in a slight layer of cold sweat, he rushed to the fireplace and Floo called Dumbledore to convey the dreadful news.
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In a few minutes, the headmaster was in Severus’s living room.
“What was so important, Severus?”
“Take a seat, you might as well need it.”
Albus did as told as Severus sucked in a deep breath and sunk down on the chair opposite the older man.
“There was a meeting and the dark lord has assigned me a task. Which apparently is a way of making him immortal.”
“What is the task.”
“A prophecy has been stated about a woman with the power to vanquish the dark lord and he wants an heir. An heir whose mother must be the said woman. He needs me to do the deed. With her being unwilling and possibly a muggle-born.”
A heavy and tense silence settled in as Albus was deep in thought about the news he’d just received.
“What do I do Albus?”
Severus asked with the look of a helpless and defeated man.
“You will have to do it Severus. If not, you will be exposed and all effort would be in vain. I will think of an alternative and let you know. When will you have to do it?”
“Tomorrow night. 11 pm.”
He whispered gravely and looked into Albus’ curious blue eyes.
“I am sorry my boy. I would offer my assistance if I could.”
“Sorry does not make it any better Albus.”
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The time had arrived. He had no other option but to do as said. With clammy hands he put on his death-eater robes and mask and apparated to the Malfoy Manor.
The place was empty, cold and deserted. He scanned the hall for any sign of the dark lord but he was no where to be seen.
“Severus. Follow me.”
It was Lucius. Severus followed him down to the dungeons, passing cells with prisoners and house-elfs, and stopped in front of a wall at the end of the dingy corridor with cells on either side. With a wave of Lucius’s wand, the stone wall ahead vanished revealing a large room where he was met with a horrendous sight.
In front of him stood the dark lord, Narcissa and Bellatrix. The lunatic witch was knelt over a woman and carved the infamous slur ‘mudlood’ on her pale flesh. Shrill screams and cries echoed through the room and resonated across as Severus watched with his emotionless mask on.
His eyes widened by seeing who the woman was.
“Ah just in time Severus.”
Said the dark lord as they all turned his attention to him.
“The woman has been obliviated so she forgets her past and herself. You know what to do. You shall have your privacy. Lucius and Narcissa will be around if you must need anything.”
With that the 4 of them left of the room. Leaving Severus alone with the woman who was sobbing profusely.
“What are you going to do to me?”
She whimpered and stared up at Severus.
“I don’t want to hurt you. But I need your help for that. His orders are for me to impregnate you. But I cannot do that. There is another way.”
She stared at him with an unfathomable expression. Of course, who would want to bear the child of a filthy man like him. It was understandable.
“Are you not one of them?”
“I am. I cannot reveal anymore to you. I will try my best to create a potion which will not need us to do the deed, but will get you to bear a child.”
“You must not disclose this to anyone.”
With that Severus walked away to a corner of the room and pulled out a small leather pouch from his pocket and enlarged it.
It was a cauldron and several bottles and viles of ingredients. And with that he got to work and began brewing while the woman silently stared at him with respect.
***
After hours of work over the cauldron, Severus looked at the woman to see she was asleep on the floor. That was when he realized how long he had taken. He took slow steps towards her and gently shook her awake. Her eyes flew open as she realized where she was and bolted up.
“I’m sorry, I was tired.”
“The potion is ready. Would you like taking it now or at another time?”
“I’ll take it now.”
With a quick nod he walked to the steaming cauldron and dropped in a few drops of his blood in the potion after making a small cut with a kitchen knife. The potion boiled and turned a deep shade of crimson.
After pouring the liquid into a narrow small vile, he handed to the woman who stood opposite him.
“Will it work?”
“It will.”
She brought the vile to her lips and emptied it’s contents. Will a relieved expression she faced Severus and said.
“Thank you very much”
He averted his eyes and nodded.
“Anything for you Lily”
The red haired woman in front of him look up at him and smiled warmly at him. Those green eyes that bore into his soul.
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THE END
Should I make a part 2?
**This idea just popped in my head over breakfast and also my very first imagine so it might not be the best**
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Snape: Don’t do the thing you dunderhead ball of deaf ignorance.
McGonagall: Mr Potter, don’t you dare do the thing.
Dumbledore: Hmmm… Perhaps you shouldn’t do the thing, but here are some tools, explained in the most vague possible way, to get the thing done, I’m counting on you.
Hagrid: *Gives all the details about the thing* Shouldn’t have said that. ‘Arry don’t do the thing.
Sirius: James, I mean Harry, back in my school days with James, your dad, we always did the thing.
Remus: Sirius, perhaps you shouldn’t encourage him, but if you’re going to, here’s a map to help you do the thing.
Draco: Potter can’t possibly accomplish the thing. Prat.
Luna: We must go do the thing from the side while riding nargles to freedom.
Voldemort: THERE IS NO THING BUT POWER AND THOSE TO WEAK TO ACCEPT IT.
Harry: I‘m doing the thing! I’m doing IT RIGHT NOW! CONSIDER THE THING DONE.
Wow look at us we are officially on round two of this series. I hope you all enjoyed the Pirates of the Caribbean one I really loved writing it. I am not going to lie when I say I had writers block on this one but here goes nothing. So here is chapter two of the Harry Potter AU.
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Universe: Harry Potter
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“Are you nervous?” Amelia whispered.
I shook her off. “No of course not. I have looking forward to this for days”
It was the only thing keeping me going really. The first week of being at Hogwarts was exactly how I thought it would be. Everybody whispering when I walked down the halls. When I sat down on the couch in the common rooms everyone got up and left. Martell throwing notes at the back of my head with little images of me getting my head chopped off.
Exactly like last year.
I gripped my broom handle to steady myself. It was a Firebolt Supreme. It wasn’t the newest model of broom or anything but it wasn’t anything to laugh about either. It was a present from my father before school started. Ever since my brother vanished our house had been solemn. My mother stayed locked up in her room most days and my father stared longingly out a window. He got the broom for my birthday in an effort to cheer us up.
“Everyone is staring at you.” Amelia pointed out.
“Yeah they always stare at me.” I shrugged.
“I don’t know instead of in horror they are kind of staring at you in awe.” She said.
I pulled my hair back into a tight ponytail. “I have a cool broom.”
“Okay you totally got this.” She said mostly to herself. “Just go out there and do what you do.”
The captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team blew his whistle. I was about to get up when my broom was snatched out of my hand.
“Awe where did you get this! Did daddy buy it for you with all the money he got from his death eater days. Oh don’t tell me, you’re part Malfoy aren’t you.” Martell laughed twirling the broom in his hands.
I got up. “Martell you know I’m not a Malfoy and even if I was there is nothing wrong with them. They made bad choices but they also helped us win the war.”
“Who is this us you are referring to? Wasn’t your family on the losing side?” He taunted.
I snatched the broom back so fast he didn’t have time to blink. “Get lost Martell this is a Slytherin tryout. Gryffindors aren’t welcome.”
He looked behind me at Amelia. “But Hufflepuffs are?”
“Anyone but you is allowed.” I snarled stepping to get into his face.
The whistle blew again. “Drago stop flirting with the enemy and get over here!”
Both our faces grew hot and we backed away from each other. I hopped on my broom and flew down to the pitch not even daring to look at Martell behind me.
I landed swiftly on the grass with the rest of the group. It was a mixture of some new faces and then the team from last year. They graduated their two best chasers last year. I was hoping to take up one of those spots.
“Alright here is the deal.” The captain, Nate Fox, said. “We are going to be taking fourteen players this year. As you know there are seven starting positions. Three chasers, two beaters, a seeker, and a keeper. Last year we faced a devastating loss to Gryffindor for the final. That will not be happening again. That is why everyone is cut from the team. Just because you were on the team last year does not mean I will pick you again.”
There were some grumbles from the crowd but no outcries. If there was one thing Slytherin’s wanted to do that was to win.
“Now there are thirty of you here so that means 16 of you aren’t going to make the cut. And even if I pick you after today if I don’t think you have what it takes I will cut you from the team. Are we clear?”
Hello! This is the first entry of my new weekly series. I am going to pick six book universes and write an original story and characters in them. I hope you enjoy it let me know what you think
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Universe: Harry Potter a while after the seventh book ended.
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“This year is going to be different,” I said, straightening my tie around my collar.
“How so?” She asked.
“This year is the first year I can try out for the quidditch team,” I said. “We are going to go to more parties and finally stop being losers.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sure, Wrenna, somehow magically, we are going to become popular and cool because you might make the quidditch team.”
“Hey, we’re wizards.” I smiled. “Magically doing stuff is the whole reason we are attending Hogwarts.”
The train’s whistle blew, signaling we were almost there. I had been dreaming about going to Hogwarts ever since I was a kid. I would wear my mom’s old robes and run around the house pretending I was exploring the school’s halls. Last year when I finally got here, things didn’t exactly go as planned. I was sorted into Slytherin, which was to be expected. My mom had been a Slytherin, as was my brother. But after what happened with my brother when he was here… I didn’t exactly get a warm welcome. When I met Amelia, a Hufflepuff, I was surprised she had even talked to me. But, that didn’t help her social standings either. We quickly became outcasts.
Amelia pulled on her black robe and clipped on her yellow and black tie. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. Our first year, she was a little chubby in the face, but over the summer, it thinned out, exposing her beautifully sharp cheekbones and honey brown eyes. I could see her being popular if I wasn’t her best friend.
I glanced at the window through the reflection. I could see my long brown hair that laid carelessly over one shoulder. I had gotten taller and curvier over the summer. My sun kissed skin was clear for once. My two dark green eyes stared back at me, my face etched with worry. I was putting on a brave face for Amelia. Sure, I could try out for the quidditch team, but there was no guaranteed spot. My brother used to always say I was good. Good enough to make it as a first-year. But no first year had gotten a spot since Harry Potter.
The train finally rolled to a stop, and the whole train car began murmuring with excitement. I grabbed my bag and followed Amelia out of our cabin. I saw familiar faces in the crowd, but none offered me a smile or a wave. Which was typical. First years mingled around the hallway, awkward and not sure what to do.
“Excuse me.” One tapped me on the shoulder.
She had wild red hair, and her face was peppered with freckles. “Do you know where we are supposed to meet the boats to take us across the lake?”
Before I could answer, I was shoved from behind, my shoulder hitting the window roughly.
“I wouldn’t talk to her.” An annoyingly familiar voice laughed. “She’s a Drago.”
Martell was a third-year Gryffindor student who tended to pick on me rather than ignore me like everyone else. His dark brown hair curled just above his shoulders. His dark brown eyes promised vengeance in the light. His thin lips were curled into a smirk. He would have been cute if he wasn’t such a jerk all the time.
“A what?” The girl asked.
“Haven’t you heard? Her older brother released a curse upon the school and got himself killed in the process three years ago.” He said.
“Shut up, Martell.” Amelia rose to my defense.
“And look, little Amelia always defending the snake,” Martell said, and his friends laughed.
“Come on,” He slid past me, making sure not to touch me, and ushered the girl down the car. “I’ll show you where to go.”
His friends followed after him leaving Amelia and me alone in the car.
“Don’t listen to him, Wrenna. He doesn’t know what he is talking about.” She said reassuringly.
“Yeah, sure,” I said, walking down the car and out onto the platform.
As I gazed upon the castle that was lit a fire by candlelight, I sighed. The only problem was, Martell did know what he was talking about. My brother released a curse upon the school that still haunted the halls to this day. They almost had to close down the school twice last year. But that was a part of my plan too. I was going to rid the school of the curse and restore honor to my family name. Even if I died trying.
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