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Hello 👋

Could you write a fic where the Marauders make Snape their pet and abuse and mistreat him? Kind of like Ramsey and Theom from GoT. Thank you x Word count up to your discretion

Sure! This has about 4000 words. I hope you like it.

Three days.

Three days since the Dark Lord had summoned him, only to discover his worst nightmare had come true. Now, Severus shivered in the damp corner of the basement. His wrists burned against the enchanted shackles, spelled specifically to suppress his magic.

“Wakey wakey, Snivellus.” 

The voice made his stomach clench. Potter stood at the bottom of the stairs, wand twirling between his fingers. Black followed close behind, a cruel smile splitting his handsome face.

“Look who’s finally awake,” Black said, nudging Potter. “Our new pet.”

Severus tried to spit in their direction, but his mouth was too dry. Three days without proper water had left him weak. “Fuck you.”

Potter flicked his wand. Invisible hands grabbed Severus by the throat, lifting him off the ground. His feet dangled uselessly as he gasped for air.

“That’s not how pets talk to their masters,” Potter said, his voice eerily calm. “You need to learn some manners.”

The invisible grip tightened. Black circles danced at the edges of Severus’s vision. Just before consciousness slipped away, Potter released the spell. Severus crumpled to the floor, coughing and sputtering.

“You know, when you-Know-Who offered us a prize for joining his ranks, we were thinking more along the lines of gold or power,” Black said, crouching down to Severus’s level. “But then James had the most brilliant idea.”

Potter grinned. “I told him the only thing I wanted was you, Snivellus. On a leash.”

“And he agreed?” Severus croaked, his eyes widened.

“Oh, he laughed,” Black said. “Told us you were expendable. A half-blood with delusions of grandeur.”

The words stung more than Severus cared to admit. He’d given everything to the Dark Lord’s cause, brewing dangerous potions, sharing secrets from Dumbledore’s inner circle, and the Dark Lord had tossed him aside like rubbish so he could have Potter and Black.

He supposed that’s just who the Dark Lord was.

“He never respected you,” Potter said, reading the hurt on Severus’s face. “None of them did. The pure-bloods just tolerated you because you were useful.”

“And now you’re our useful little pet,” Black added.

Potter produced a thick leather collar from his robes. Severus tried to back away, but the wall behind him left nowhere to go.

“Don’t touch me,” he hissed.

Potter smiled. “Incarcerous.”

Ropes shot from his wand, binding Severus’s arms to his sides. He struggled against them, but the bindings only tightened.

“Hold him still, Padfoot.”

Black grabbed a fistful of Severus’s greasy hair, yanking his head back. Potter approached with the collar. Severus thrashed wildly, but between the ropes and Black’s grip, he couldn’t move enough to stop Potter from fastening the thick leather around his throat.

The collar tightened magically, just enough to remind Severus of its presence with every breath. A small silver tag dangled from the front, inscribed with the word “Snivellus.”

“Perfect,” Potter said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “Now he looks proper.”

“A bit hard to see with all that hair in the way,” Black commented. He pulled out a silver knife from his boot. “Let’s fix that.”

Severus’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare—”

Black grabbed another handful of hair and began sawing through it with the knife. Chunks of black hair fell to the floor as Severus struggled helplessly. When Black finished, Severus’s once shoulder-length hair was reduced to an uneven, choppy mess that barely covered his ears.

“Much better,” Black said, brushing hair from his hands. “Now we can see that lovely collar.”

Tears of humiliation burned in Severus’s eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

“Aw, is Snivelly going to cry?” Potter mocked. “Already? We’ve barely started.”

“I hate you,” Severus whispered, voice shaking with rage. “I’ll kill you both.”

Black tutted. “That’s not very grateful. After all, we saved you from a life of servitude to You-Know-Who.”

“For a life of servitude to you?” Severus spat. “I’d rather die.”

Potter smiled coldly. “That can be arranged, but not before we’ve had our fun.” He flicked his wand, vanishing the ropes. “Stand up.”

Severus stayed on the ground, glaring defiantly.

“I said,” Potter repeated, pointing his wand directly at Severus’s face, “stand up.”

When Severus still refused to move, Potter sighed theatrically. “Crucio.”

Pain unlike anything Severus had ever experienced tore through his body. His muscles seized, his back arched, and a scream ripped from his throat. It felt like his very bones were trying to escape his skin. Just when he thought he’d go mad from the agony, Potter lifted the curse.

Severus lay panting on the cold floor, twitching with aftershocks.

“Now,” Potter said pleasantly, “stand up.”

This time, Severus obeyed, legs trembling as he pulled himself upright.

“Good boy,” Black praised mockingly. He produced a leather leash and clipped it to Severus’s collar. “Time for a walk.”

Severus stumbled as Black yanked the leash, nearly falling. They led him up the stairs, out of the basement and into what appeared to be a large country house. Through his shame and hatred, Severus recognized it as Potter cottage.

“We’ve invited some friends over to meet our new pet,” Potter said conversationally as they dragged him down a hallway. “They’re very excited.”

Voices and laughter drifted from what sounded like a sitting room ahead. Severus dug his heels in, panic rising in his chest.

“No,” he said hoarsely. “Potter, don’t do this.”

“It’s ‘Master’ now,” Potter corrected. “And you don’t get to say no.”

He and Black dragged Severus into the sitting room. Lupin and Pettigrew sat on a sofa, drinks in hand, but what made Severus’s heart stop was the sight of Lily Evans – no, Lily Potter now – perched on an armchair, her green eyes widening at the sight of him.

“James,” she said, her voice carrying a note of surprise. “You really did it.”

“Told you we would,” Potter said proudly, yanking the leash to force Severus forward. “What do you think of our new pet?”

Lily’s eyes traveled from Severus’s collar to his butchered hair, then down to his filthy clothes. For one desperate moment, Severus thought he saw a flicker of pity in her gaze. Then her lips curved into a smile that shattered what remained of his heart.

“He looks pathetic,” she said, and the others laughed.

“Get on your knees, Snivellus,” Black ordered, pushing down on Severus’s shoulder.

Severus resisted, looking pleadingly at Lily. “Lily, please.”

Potter’s fist connected with his stomach. Severus doubled over, gasping for breath, and Black took the opportunity to force him to his knees.

“He doesn’t learn quickly, does he?” Pettigrew snickered from the sofa.

“He will,” Potter promised darkly. He grabbed Severus’s chin, forcing him to look up. “Won’t you, Snivellus?”

Severus said nothing, which earned him a slap across the face.

“Answer when your master speaks to you,” Black growled.

“Yes,” Severus bit out, hatred burning in his eyes.

“Yes, what?” Potter prompted.

Severus clenched his jaw so hard he thought his teeth might crack. “Yes...Master.”

The word tasted like poison on his tongue. The Marauders whooped and cheered.

“See?” Potter said to Lily. “He can be trained.”

Lily stood and approached them, her eyes cold as she regarded Severus. He couldn’t look away from her, couldn’t believe this was the same girl who’d once been his best friend.

“Remember how he used to follow me around like a lovesick puppy?” she asked the room at large. “Always staring, always hovering. It was creepy.”

“Still in love with my wife, Snivellus?” Potter taunted, wrapping an arm around Lily’s waist.

“I never—” Severus began, but Potter cut him off with another slap.

“Pets don’t speak unless commanded,” he said. Then to Lily, “I think he is. Look how he stares at you.”

“Disgusting,” Lily said, wrinkling her nose. “As if I’d ever touch a greasy thing like you.”

The words cut deeper than any physical blow. Severus dropped his gaze to the floor, unable to bear looking at her anymore.

“Oh, I think we’ve hurt his feelings,” Lupin observed mildly from the sofa.

“Good,” Potter said. He pulled Lily close and kissed her deeply right in front of Severus.

Severus tried to look away, but Black grabbed his hair, forcing him to watch as Potter’s hands roamed over Lily’s body. When they finally broke apart, Potter gave Severus a triumphant smirk.

“This is what you’ll never have,” he said. “She’s mine. Everything you want is mine.”

“And now you’re mine too,” Black added, tugging the leash. “Our property.”

“Make him beg,” Pettigrew suggested eagerly. “Make him beg for scraps like a real dog.”

Potter’s eyes lit up. “Brilliant idea, Wormtail.” He summoned a house-elf, who appeared with a crack. “Bring some food for our...guest.”

The house-elf returned moments later with a plate of food. Potter took it and set it on the floor in front of Severus.

“Hungry, Snivellus? You can eat.”

Severus eyed the food suspiciously, his stomach growling despite himself. He hadn’t eaten properly in days.

“But,” Potter continued, “you have to beg for it first. Like the dog you are.”

Severus glared up at him. “Go to hell.”

“Wrong answer.” Potter vanished the food with a flick of his wand. “Guess you’re not hungry after all.”

Severus’s stomach protested loudly, making the others laugh.

“Sounds like your belly disagrees,” Black said. “Maybe you need more incentive.” He pointed his wand at Severus. “Crucio.”

The pain returned, white-hot and all-consuming. Severus collapsed to the floor, writhing and screaming. When Black finally lifted the curse, Severus lay gasping, tears streaming down his face despite his best efforts to hold them back.

Potter crouched beside him. “Ready to beg now?”

Severus closed his eyes, defeat washing over him. They would torture him until he complied. Until he broke.

“Please,” he whispered, the word barely audible.

“Louder,” Potter demanded. “And more convincing.”

“Please,” Severus repeated, louder this time. “I’m…hungry.”

“Not good enough,” Black said. “Beg properly. On all fours.”

With every ounce of hate in his body, Severus pushed himself onto his hands and knees. His arms trembled with the effort.

“Please, Master,” he forced out. “May I have some food?”

Potter summoned another plate and set it on the floor. “Good boy. You may eat.”

Severus reached for the food, but Potter moved it away.

“Ah, ah,” he admonished. “No hands. Eat like the animal you are.”

The room erupted in laughter as Severus bent his head to the plate. His cheeks burned with humiliation as he ate from the floor like a dog, the Marauders and Lily watching and mocking him.

“Look at him go,” Pettigrew said. “Didn’t know you were so hungry, Snivellus.”

“Probably the best meal he’s had in years,” Lupin added. “His mum never could afford proper food.”

More laughter. Severus kept his eyes fixed on the plate, trying to block out their voices, trying to pretend he was anywhere but here.

“That’s enough,” Potter said eventually, kicking the plate away. “Don’t want our pet getting fat.”

Severus sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Now, what shall we do with him next?” Black wondered aloud.

“I have an idea,” Lily said. She approached Severus again, kneeling to look him in the eye. “Tell me, Severus, do you still think I’m a filthy Mudblood?”

The question hit him like a bludger to the chest. The memory of that terrible day by the lake, the worst mistake of his life, flashed before his eyes.

“No,” he said honestly. “I never meant—”

“Liar,” she cut him off coldly. “You showed your true colors that day. You’re just like all the other Death Eaters.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, the words inadequate but sincere. “Lily, I’ve regretted it every day since—”

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” she said. Then, to everyone’s shock, she spat in his face. “That’s what I think of your apology.”

Severus flinched as if she’d struck him. Saliva dripped down his cheek, but he made no move to wipe it away. He deserved this. He deserved all of it.

He stared up at Lily through swollen eyes. He had imagined their reunion countless times over the years. In his dreams, she forgave him. In reality, she hated him.

“You think you deserve forgiveness?” Lily asked calmly. “After everything you’ve done?”

“I never meant to hurt you,” Severus whispered.

“No. You’re not even strong enough to be able to hurt me.”

She circled him slowly until she stood directly behind him. “Hold him still,” she told Black.

Black grabbed Severus by the shoulders, pinning him in place. Severus tried to turn his head, to see what Lily was doing, but Black wrenched his neck forward.

“Eyes front, Snivellus,” Black hissed in his ear.

The first blow came without warning. Lily’s boot connected with Severus’s back, right between his shoulder blades. Pain exploded across his spine. Before he could recover, she kicked him again, harder.

“That’s for Marlene McKinnon,” she said. “Your friends killed her entire family last month.”

Another kick, this one to his kidney. Severus cried out, doubling over as far as Black’s grip would allow.

“That’s for Mary MacDonald. Remember her? Remember what Mulciber did to her?”

“I wasn’t—I didn’t—” Severus gasped.

“You stood by and watched,” Lily snarled. She grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. “You did nothing.”

She brought her boot down on his outstretched leg. Something cracked. He felt more pain than he'd ever thought possible as his femur splintered under her heel. Severus screamed like a banshee.

“Music to my ears,” Potter said from somewhere to his left. “Hit him again, Lily.”

Lily circled around to face Severus. Her green eyes, once warm and kind, now burned with hatred. She pressed the pointed toe of her boot against his throat, just above the collar.

“You called me Mudblood,” she said, increasing the pressure until he choked. “You betrayed me for power. For acceptance from people who would kill you without a second thought.”

“Please,” Severus wheezed, “Lily, please—”

She removed her foot, only to slam the heel down on his hand where it lay splayed on the floor. Bones crunched beneath the impact. Severus howled as she ground her heel, crushing his fingers into the floorboards.

“Stop begging,” she said coldly. “It’s pathetic.”

Lupin approached, holding something silver and shiny. He handed it to Lily.

“My gift to you,” he said. “Silver. Burns like hell on skin.”

Lily examined the knife, turning it over. “Perfect, Remus. Thank you.”

Severus’s eyes widened. He tried to pull away, but Black held him firmly in place.

“Now for some real fun,” Potter said, coming to stand beside his wife. “Show him what happens to those who cross us.”

Lily knelt in front of Severus, knife in hand. He could smell her perfume, just like he remembered. Nothing hurt more than the fact that it was her doing it.

“Where should I start?” she asked, trailing the blade’s tip down his cheek, not quite breaking the skin.

“His leg,” Black suggested. “Cut into that broken bone.”

Lily smiled. It was nothing like the smile Severus remembered. 

“Good idea.”

She moved to his broken leg, slicing through his trousers with the knife. The cool air hit his exposed skin, raising goosebumps. Lily pressed the flat of the blade against his thigh, just above the break.

“Can you feel this, Sev?” she asked, using his old nickname like a weapon.

Before he could answer, she dug the knife into his flesh. Severus bucked wildly, a scream tearing from his throat. Blood welled up around the silver blade, shockingly red against his pale skin.

“Hold still,” she scolded, as if talking to a fidgety child. “I’m making art.”

She carved a pattern into his thigh. Blood ran in rivulets down his leg, pooling on the floor beneath him. Severus bit through his lip trying to stay silent, but when she hit a nerve, another scream broke free.

“What are you writing?” Pettigrew asked, peering over Lily’s shoulder.

“Swine,” she replied, not looking up from her work. “So everyone knows what he is.”

When she finished, she sat back on her heels, admiring her handiwork. The word stood out in ragged, bleeding lines across Severus’s thigh.

“Beautiful,” Potter said, kissing the top of her head. “But I think he needs more.”

Lupin stepped forward again, this time holding a pair of pliers. “Maybe something more...personal?”

Lily took the pliers, considering. Then she grabbed Severus’s hand – the one she hadn’t crushed with her boot. His fingers twitched, trying to curl into a fist, but she pried his index finger straight.

“Did you know,” she said conversationally, “that fingernails have thousands of nerve endings?” She positioned the pliers around his nail. “That’s why this hurts so much.”

With a swift, brutal motion, she ripped the nail from his finger. Severus’s vision went white with agony. His scream seemed to come from someone else, some distant creature in unimaginable pain.

Blood poured from his nail bed. Before he could recover, she moved to the next finger. And the next. By the time she finished with his right hand, Severus was babbling incoherently, begging for mercy, for death, for anything to end the torture.

“Listen to him,” Potter laughed. “Reduced to this.”

“We should show the Dark Lord,” Black said suddenly. “He gave us Snape as a gift. He should see how we’re enjoying it.”

Severus’s heart stuttered in his chest. No. Not that. The humiliation of being seen like this by the Dark Lord – by the man he had served faithfully – would be the final nail in his coffin.

“Call him,” Lily agreed, wiping bloody hands on Severus’s shirt. “I want him to see what I’ve done to his follower.”

Black rolled up his sleeve, revealing the Dark Mark etched into his forearm. Severus stared in disbelief. He had already taken the Mark, then. The Mark burned black. Sirius Black winced slightly, then grinned.

“He’s coming.”

Minutes later, a cold draft swept through the house, extinguishing several candles. Then he was there – tall, pale, red eyes gleaming in the dimness. Lord Voldemort had arrived. Bellatrix Lestrange stood at his side, her heavily-lidded eyes taking in the scene.

“My Lord,” Potter and Black said in unison, bowing their heads.

Voldemort surveyed the room, his lipless mouth curving into what might have been a smile when his gaze landed on Severus.

“So,” he said. “This is what has become of Severus Snape.”

He approached slowly, circling Severus as Lily had done earlier. Severus kept his eyes downcast, unable to bear the Dark Lord’s scrutiny.

“Look at me,” Voldemort commanded.

Reluctantly, Severus raised his head. The Dark Lord’s red eyes bored into his, and he felt the familiar intrusion of Legilimency. Too weak to resist, he lay bare before his former master – his pain, his humiliation, his broken spirit.

Voldemort laughed cruelly. “Pathetic. You thought yourself so clever, Severus. So valuable.” He turned to Black and Potter. “You have done well.”

“Thank you, my Lord,” Potter said. “We’ve been training him. Breaking him.”

“I can see that.” Voldemort tilted his head, studying Severus like an interesting specimen. “And your Mudblood wife participated?”

“Oh yes,” Potter said proudly. “She’s been quite…creative.”

Bellatrix stepped forward, her heavy-lidded eyes fixed on Lily. “A Mudblood with a taste for blood?” She laughed. “How unexpected.”

Lily stood her ground, chin raised defiantly. “I’m not finished with him yet.”

“No?” Bellatrix smirked. “What else do you have planned for our little traitor?”

In answer, Lily retrieved her knife. The blade was still stained with Severus’s blood.

“I thought I might take a souvenir,” she said. “Something to remember him by.”

Bellatrix’s eyes widened with delight. She eyed Lily with something like approval. “Oh, I like her, My Lord! Perhaps she’s not like other Mudbloods after all. I’m making an exception for this one.” Then she turned to Lily. “Show me what you can do, girl.”

Lily approached Severus again, knife in hand. This time, she knelt beside his uninjured leg.

“Hold him down,” she instructed.

Black and Pettigrew complied, pinning Severus’s limbs to the floor. He struggled weakly, panic rising in his chest.

“No,” he pleaded. “Lily, don’t—”

She sliced through his trouser leg, exposing his calf. She made an incision around his calf, just deep enough to reach the fascia but not the muscle.

“Did you know,” she said, echoing her earlier words, “that human skin is remarkably easy to remove if you know what you’re doing? My uncle was a butcher. He taught me how to skin a rabbit when I was nine.”

Severus thrashed wildly, desperate to escape. His attempts only made the pain worse as Lily began to peel back his skin, separating it from the muscle beneath. His screams reached a new pitch. They were now animal sounds that tore at his throat as Lily removed a patch of skin the size of her palm.

Bellatrix watched, enraptured. “Beautiful technique,” she murmured. “For a Mudblood, you have remarkable talent.”

“She’s not like the others,” Potter said proudly. “She’s special.”

When Lily finished, she held up the piece of skin, examining it in the firelight. “A trophy,” she declared. “To remember our pet by.”

Voldemort laughed his high, cold laughter. “James Potter, you have surprised me. When you requested Severus as your prize, I thought you merely wanted to kill him.” He gestured at Severus’s broken, bleeding form. “This is far more satisfying.”

“We’re not done yet, my Lord,” Potter said. “We have one final humiliation planned.”

Severus lay in a pool of his own blood, consciousness fading in and out. The pain had consumed him from the inside out. He no longer had the strength to beg or plead. He wanted only for it to end.

“But first,” Lily said, “one last lesson.”

She knelt beside him again, this time holding something small and red. It took Severus’s pain-addled brain a moment to recognize it – a piece of flesh. His flesh.

“Open wide,” she said.

When he clamped his jaw shut, Potter flicked his wand. “Imperio.”

A blissful emptiness filled Severus’s mind. The pain receded, replaced by a floating sensation and an overwhelming desire to obey. His mouth opened of its own accord.

Lily placed the piece of skin on his tongue. “Swallow.”

Under the Imperius Curse, he had no choice but to comply. The taste of his own blood and flesh made him gag, but Potter’s magic forced him to swallow. Bile rose in his throat, burning.

“Good boy,” Potter said, lifting the curse.

Reality crashed back, bringing with it the full force of Severus’s pain and horror. He retched, but his stomach was too empty to expel anything.

“I think he’s had enough,” Voldemort observed. “He won’t last much longer at this rate.”

“Just one more thing, my Lord,” Potter said. He turned to Lily. “Ready, love?”

Lily nodded. She began to undress, shedding her bloodstained clothes piece by piece. Voldemort averted his eyes as he realized what was about to happen, but Bellatrix’s eyes widened as she took in scene, her breast heaving. Potter followed suit, never taking his eyes off his wife.

Understanding dawned on Severus’s face. This final humiliation would break what little remained of his spirit.

“Oh, this is delicious,” Bellatrix cackled. “The perfect end to his pathetic life.”

Potter pulled Lily into his arms, kissing her deeply. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, heedless of the blood that smeared between them. Lily’s skin was pale and glowing against Potter’s bronze complexion. Severus tried to look away, but Bellatrix grabbed his face, forcing him to watch.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes,” she hissed. “This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? To see your precious Lily naked? To watch her writhe in pleasure?” Her nails dug into his cheeks. “Except it’s Potter making her scream, not you. Never you.”

Potter laid Lily down on a nearby couch, his body covering hers. He fucked her while Severus watched in agony. Every moan, every whispered endearment was a knife twisting in his heart.

“Say my name,” Potter demanded, loud enough for Severus to hear.

“James,” Lily gasped. “Oh God, James!”

“Louder,” Potter growled. “I want him to hear. I want it to be the last thing he remembers.”

“JAMES!” Lily cried out.

Tears streamed down Severus’s face as he watched the woman he had loved his entire life find ecstasy in another man’s arms. This pain eclipsed all the physical torture that had come before it. This was the breaking of his soul.

Through his tears, he saw Voldemort watching him, smirking.

“You see, Severus,” the Dark Lord said softly, “this is what becomes of those who are weak. You will die here, forgotten and unmourned.”

Severus closed his eyes, no longer caring if Bellatrix punished him for it. He was beyond punishment now. Beyond pain. Beyond everything except his despair.

Blood pooled beneath him, spreading across the floor. He could feel his life ebbing away with each slow beat of his heart. Soon, it would be over. Soon, he would be free.

As his soul began to slip away, he heard Lily’s voice one last time.

“Goodbye, Severus,” she said coldly. “You brought this on yourself.”

The darkness closed in mercifully. His last thought was of Lily, not as she was now, but as she had been when they were children. Before Hogwarts. Before the Marauders. Before he had ruined everything with a single, unforgivable word.

The pain faded. The humiliation disappeared. There was only darkness, cold and welcoming.

And then, nothing at all.