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Saw Mercy Conquer Hate || SEVERUS Apr 9, 2014 23:47:25 GMT -8

Post by RABASTAN LAIUS LESTRANGE on Apr 9, 2014 23:47:25 GMT -8

March had a certain air about it. The chill still clung in the air like an icy touch as the morning sun peaked over the horizon. Running a skeletal hand through his long hair a sigh escaped and lingered before him for a moment. Recruitment was a pain in the ass, especially when it came during a Hogsmeade weekend. There were eyes everywhere. Something he had to be careful of given the recent events.

Reaching into his breast pocket, Rabastan pulled out a pack of cigarettes, packed them, propped one between his lips and lit up. Thoughts flooded through his mind as he leaned over the railing of his front porch. Azkaban was hell and it was very obvious that it took its toll on the seventeen year old, Slytherin. Rab closed his eyes and let his arms dangle over the wooden banister.

Small hands lingered on the flesh of his skin as he was led from the Slytherin common room. The hairs on the back of his neck rising slowly and he looked up to Integra. Vibrant green eyes lingering longingly toward Intega. Guilt creeping slowly through his soul as the petite Auror led him from the dungeons. Head held high as he walked, the curious eyes of passing students lingering on their fellow classmate bound magically. A soft smile playing on his lips. So this was the cost for necromancy, for alchemy, for illegal potion ingredient purchase and use, but the kicker was that he was marked as a Death Eater. That didn't go over well in the courts. Avona Giovanni fought for his innocence until her hands bled.

It was like that for nearly a month. Starving himself from the disgusting disease ridden slop, and only living off the rain water that pelted through the open windows. Rabastan some how survived. When she returned he was nothing but a shell of a man, but he was released on lack of evidence. There was an article written about him after a conversation he had with Ms. Raven Monroe. It was a few weeks later, but it filled the public in on what was actually the need to know. Everything excluding the fact that he had indeed managed to murder his father in one last feeble attempt to protect he new found love.

Rabastan reopened his eyes slowly, the cigarette now nothing but a filter. Sun rays flitting across the frost covered ground and a hefty sigh expelling from the lungs of the once broken man. He was no reformed, saw the world with a whole new light, but he knew his place. The shoulders of his jacket tightened as he tugged on the front lapels. He was to meet Severus in the Hogshead within the next hour. Rabastan made it a point to be early. Hopefully the letter would leave him wondering.

Last Edit: Apr 10, 2014 0:04:00 GMT -8 by RABASTAN LAIUS LESTRANGE

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Saw Mercy Conquer Hate || SEVERUS Apr 10, 2014 14:43:31 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2014 14:43:31 GMT -8

“ AMBITION IS THE LAST REFUGE of the failure. ”
| Oscar Wilde

A most peculiar letter had found Snape. In only a few, cryptic words, it promised great opportunity. “Your fate will be determined,” the note had closed; signed off by an appropriately esoteric figure called Fable. Who this mysterious author could be, he had no idea, but the subject of the note was less obscure. Ever observant, Severus had heard of similar letters. Whispers in the corners of the Slytherin common room buzzed with talk of the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. He was recruiting, even inside the castle, they said. A couple of the more witless braggarts had even openly boasted of getting invitations from the Dark Lord himself — but Severus knew those claims to be false. Unlike the letter that had been waiting for him one night. He was immediately certain it was genuine. For starters, it had been enchanted (presumably so that only its addressee could read its contents), and secondly, Snape had expected an intermediary. He was not so important that the Dark Lord would deign address him directly. In fact, a part of him was surprised to have gained the attention of the Death Eaters at all. He deserved to be noticed by them, oh yes... He was brilliant, talented and brimming with potential; Severus knew that. But he was also quiet, poor, a Half-Blood — in short, someone often overlooked by those in positions of power.

He was honored, and validated, by receiving this attention. Whether he chose to accept it was a different matter. The darker things in life had always called to Severus, and the status, the respect, that the Death Eaters carried was more than a little appealing. It was the dream of almost every Slytherin to join this calling. And yet, he wavered. It was not fear that held him back, but a broken heart which made him doubt. Lily Evans' words still echoed in his head, "You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine." But he hadn't chosen... with this letter the crossroads was only before him now. He knew that if he committed to this path, if he went to this meeting with the Death Eater recruiter, that there would be no coming back. He would be fulfilling Lily's prediction, and all hope of reuniting with her would be gone. But what hope was there, truly, even if he refused? If he turned away from the Dark Lord and promises of greatness... there was no Lily waiting to welcome him back. She would not even look at him. And if he refused this audience, the Death Eaters would not approach him a second time. He would be tossing aside his one chance at ennoblement for a mere dream, a longing of the heart and nothing more. As the date of the Hogsmeade weekend drew nearer, Severus continued to argue with himself in circles. Though logic told him to take the opportunity offered, the terrible glimmer of hope in his heart kept him torn.

It was not until the night before that he made up his mind. He would go. He would meet this Fable, and if he refused the calling, then at least it would be with the courtesy of meeting the Dark Lord's agent face-to-face. The idea that he might be found wanting, and not be invited to join the Death Eaters at all, did not occur to him once. And so, as soon as he had reached the village on that chilly March morning, he turned his feet toward the Hogshead pub. The cold air blew inside with him, as he stepped across the threshold. He cut an unusually impressive figure, silhouetted in the pale light of the door frame, his cloak billowing before him. He moved inside, and as the door shut, he shrank back to the weedy, haunch-shouldered teenage with long, lank hair. His eyes scanned the room for the mysterious Fable, when they landed upon a familiar face... Rabastan Lestrange? It couldn't be...

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Saw Mercy Conquer Hate || SEVERUS Apr 10, 2014 15:55:39 GMT -8

Post by RABASTAN LAIUS LESTRANGE on Apr 10, 2014 15:55:39 GMT -8

Even though it was ten in the morning Rabastan Lestrange never thought it to early to have a drink. That and his insomnia was starting to wear him thin. A glass of gin on the rocks settled softly in his palm as he turned around to see the only other customer in the room enter. The pair of boys had been dorm mates, but that was nearly two months ago. Rarely did Rabastan show his face on campus, and when he did an auror escort was necessary. Luckily for him, he happened to have a pocket auror, the same woman that saved him from a nasty fate, twice. This wasn't casual business though. Rab had work to do, dorm mate or not, friend or foe. It was his job to weasel through those worthy of moving to the next step. It was his job to persuade even the most dense that this wasn't for them. There was an odd way the Slytherin Alumni conducted business, but it also was reflected on who was trying to get in.

When it came to Severus there was no doubt in his mind that he would be a fantastic asset to the cause, but there was also no doubt in his mind that he would be a valuable asset to Rabastan's own cause. The only issue was that he didn't completely trust the man before him. This was Death Eater business and he was not to let his own judgments hinder the direction in which he would push Severus. Lips curling up into a smirk as Severus scanned the room. His body language wasn't boding well, so he sucked in a deep breath and watched the figure. "Hello Severus."

Rab used to the be the silent sort, ever observant until a few months before his arrest. He got cocky, had the girl of his dreams, had everything he ever wanted. To top it off his thievery did not go unnoticed as the Lestrange vault was cleared of all it's assets. Lyra and the now deceased Phraxos had nothing to live off of, whereas Rodolphus and himself could survive a good few years before having to lift a finger in the working world. Rab had to push the thoughts out of his mind about Rodolphus. Of course he knew that his brother was to father a bastard child. He threw up on his doorstep for pity sake. There were a lot of things changing in the world, and he was not about to let Rodolphus make the wrong decision because of this. He had a family to support now. Rabastan on the other hand only had to sustain himself and his budding relationship with Alice Hallows.

"Glad to see that you've arrived on time. I was afraid I'd have to go hunt you down. That wouldn't have been a pretty sight." Rabastan brought his hand up to rub his face after taking a sip from the chilled glass. The younger Lestrange held respect for Severus only because he was slightly better at potion making than himself, and then there was the case of Benjamin Myers. The three of them could rule the world in the art, but alas there were far too many conflicts of interest.

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Saw Mercy Conquer Hate || SEVERUS Apr 10, 2014 17:34:55 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2014 17:34:55 GMT -8

Rabastan greeted him almost casually, as though the last two months — as though Lestrange's imprisonment — had not happened. For a brief moment, they might have been two housemates out for a drink, but then the atmosphere changed. It was an imperceptible shift, something in Rabastan's body language signalling that indeed things were different now. Severus discovered a hardness in his face and a sharp gleam in his eyes that had not been there before. This was no longer the boy he knew. In mere months, he seemed to have aged years. It made Severus uneasy. He had been expecting some tall, intimidating outsider; not a stranger wearing a familiar face. It put him, if anything, more on guard than before. The fact that Rabastan was here on Lord Voldemort's orders was an equally hard drink to swallow. Perhaps Severus had never truly known him at all...

“It was not my intention to keep you waiting,“ he replied. His deep voice was quiet, his words chosen with care. Until he knew what to make of this new Rabastan, he would be wise to proceed cautiously.

“It was you who sent the letter? You... work for him?” the questions of a child, but he needed confirmation to make sense of this remarkable transformation of character.

It was difficult not to ask 'why.' Why Lestrange... what made him special? Pondering that made Severus bolder. Surely he was no less worthy of respect than Rabastan, no less deserving of the Dark Lord's esteem. Affirmations of power and of dark glory whispered in the back of his brain. Wasn't this what he had always wanted — to be where Rabastan stood? Had he not always dreamt of prestige, even infamy? It would not matter what had to be sacrificed for the road to greatness; he wanted this. His shoulders squared. Ambition broke through his cold, black eyes.

“What do you need me to do?”

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Saw Mercy Conquer Hate || SEVERUS Apr 28, 2014 20:38:28 GMT -8

Post by RABASTAN LAIUS LESTRANGE on Apr 28, 2014 20:38:28 GMT -8

It was much easier to talk to people now that he didn't have anyone breathing down his back. His father's nagging voice had been muted a month ago, his mother was now lost to hysterics and it was one of the most freeing things he had ever experienced in his life. The only thing bad about Azkaban was the food... and the constant sorrow. But he could live with these things crawling over his shoulders. There was a creeping darkness in his eyes now, a sullen bleakness. For all sake and purpose Rabastan had respected Severus' ability in the art of potion making. It made him strive to be better and the fuel pushed him to get higher marks, but he was always tailing the boy. Now at seventeen he was the Potions Master of Azkaban and was free to experiment on the inmates as much as he pleased.

Rabastan's head nodded at his words and he brought the cold glass to his lips. Ice shifting ever so slightly in the light grip of his fingers. "Yes, I do work for him. But more detail about my position isn't exactly for your ears." Polishing off the last of his gin he set the glass down and smiled toward Severus. "It's not a matter of what I need you to do, it's a matter of how well you're going to fit in. There are certain qualities we look for in potential candidates. I am well aware of how well your marks are, but that isn't what I'm looking for."

He moved the pair over to a booth and he slipped into a seat. There were more important matters to discuss than becoming a death eater. Once Severus was seated Rabastan leaned across the table. "I need you to know, with every ounce of your being that once you become a Death Eater, you belong to Riddle. Body, Heart and Soul. You will lose all of your individuality and you will become a mindless drone. If this is what you want Severus, as a friend I implore you to think about this entirely. But if you're certain sign your life away." Rabastan slips the sheet of paper across to him with an enchanted quill.

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Saw Mercy Conquer Hate || SEVERUS May 20, 2014 15:45:54 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on May 20, 2014 15:45:54 GMT -8

Severus continued to study his former peer as he spoke. His words were slick, polished; his manner easy. It was well practiced, this nonchalant attitude. Lestrange truly seemed to have grown up overnight, judging by his complete self-assurance. Snape found himself no less envious of that than of Rabastan's rise to power. His whole life had been dominated by self-loathing and doubt. He would give almost anything to appear equally confident of his place in the world, as the young man in front of him. First, he supposed, he must secure the position of power, then the confidence would follow. Meanwhile, he had little choice but to continue playing the lapdog. He would bide his time as he pursued greatness.

Further from prying ears, where they took a seat, Snape could not help but feel a little galled by Rabastan's words. He dismissed his talents as though they were trivial. Granted, the world outside Hogwarts probably cared little for scholastic prowess, but that was not what irked him. The annoyance was the assumption that Severus was no more accomplished than his grades. Lestrange could not have known about his greatest feats, the spells and potions he had invented in secret, but he ought to have realized there was more to Snape. Severus got high marks not because he was studious but because he was exceptional. There was next to nothing he could not accomplish, once his mind was set on it. His Death Eater companion continued to speak, and he realized that he was, in fact, misinterpreting Rabastan's point. It seemed that the Death Eater did not doubt Severus' capability, but his nerve. His rancor cooled, for there was no point disputing his wavering loyalty to 'the cause.'

The greatest surprise of the evening, though, was dropped with such subtlety, it might have been glossed over by the rest of Rabastan's dark warning. Snape's eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward, pulled inexorably closer by the nature of the news. Had he heard correctly? "Riddle?" he breathed. It was terrifying and thrilling to think. Professor Riddle was no doubt a genius. Powerful and charismatic, Riddle undeniably had a darkness about him... But the Dark Lord! It was as difficult to believe as it was to deny. Severus did not know exactly what to make of that astonishing insight. His mind ticked into overdrive, processing all he had observed of the man who might become his master.

He arrived at the conclusion that it changed nothing if Riddle was Lord Voldemort. It was not for the Dark Lord that he had come here. His own ambition was the governing factor for making this decision — that and his lack of alternatives. There were no better means to obtain the power he craved, and he had no hope of securing happiness other than from infamy. If Lily could not be his, then this was his only option for a good life. A shadow passed across his face at the thought of her, or rather, the thought of her absence. She still refused to have anything to do with him. She had abandoned him to this fate, and so be it. His eyes were two empty pits as he locked onto Rabatan's gaze. "I have nothing to lose. My life might as well have some purpose, even if it's not my own."

Despite the detached tone of voice, Severus did hesitate for a moment, before reaching for the quill. There was finality in this action. His expression remained stoic, but his heart threatened to misgive him. Steeling his nerve, he allowed himself to be overpowered by self-destructive indulgence. Reckless desperation took hold of him, and with a flourish, "Severus Snape" appeared on the parchment. It was done. Staring down at his name, he was left with a sinking feeling that he had just done something he would come to regret. It was a rash decision, made of hopelessness and despair. But consequences be damned, he would see this thing through. The cost of this selfish choice could not take anything of importance from him, save his life, for he had already lost the only other thing that mattered.

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Saw Mercy Conquer Hate || SEVERUS Jun 17, 2014 23:49:04 GMT -8

Post by RABASTAN LAIUS LESTRANGE on Jun 17, 2014 23:49:04 GMT -8

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He fell quiet as he listened to the Slytherin before him. Rabastan just witnessed the downfall of his late dorm mate, his friend and now, with the slight flourish upon the parchment, his enemy. With just a slight waver, Rab had to steady his own nerve. Green hollow eyes studied the black haired child before him. To sign your life away before he even had the chance to live brought an ache to his chest, but his emotions were solid. Too many times he had witnessed the end and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Yes, Riddle. I am surprised you haven't noticed, but then again he's kept it a decent secret, as have I." Rolling up the parchment, Rabastan tucked it into the breast pocket of his jacket. "Just prepare yourself a will. Prepare for death." Rab could feel his heart pumping erratically in his chest as he looked across the table to his partner. Unlike Rabastan, Severus had the choice to decline. He had given the boy an option out, but it seemed as though this was what he wanted. 'Don't let it consume you, you're a good man. I know it." Alice's voice had rung through his head in that moment. Taking a breath, Rabastan began to wonder what he could do to eliminate those that had joined or perhaps coax them away from Riddle. But he couldn't let anyone else into the small circle he had. Rab couldn't risk an outsider with the knowledge of proprietary information. Especially now that he was engaged to an innocent soul.

"You're a seventeen year old with an option. I will have the living will paperwork owled to you by weeks end. Just be entirely certain this is what you want. You hesitated before you signed the for so I'm not entirely convinced that this is what you want for your future. I will be holding onto this sheet until Saturday. If I don't hear from you by eleven in the morning on that day I will not turn it in. I need you to be over one hundred percent certain that this is most definitely what you wish. Severus, I am giving you something most others are not." With that, Rabastan rose to his feet and gave him a look that screamed 'I'm so sorry.' but that was all he could do. Only a few moments passed until Rab made for the exit, never once looking back.