Nod her head agreeing to his words

The following months are long, so so long. Many men cum and impregnate the former Harry Potter as she gives Voldemort countless new young borns.

Snape has become her protector. But she hasn't seen him in a while. Her mind wanders to that dungeon, to the cold, intelligent eyes that had sometimes held an unreadable emotion. She found herself wishing for his presence, for the familiar acrid scent of potions that clung to him, a stark contrast to the musk of other, cruder men.

But Snape had not been summoned. Perhaps Voldemort had other plans for him. Or perhaps, a thought that chilled her more than any other, Snape was simply no longer necessary.

The door to her chambers creaked open, pulling her from her reverie. A tall, gaunt figure stood silhouetted against the torchlight from the hall. It wasn't one of her usual nightly visitors.

Severus Snape stood there, his face more pale and drawn than she remembered. The torchlight carved deep shadows into the hollows of his cheeks. His black robes were immaculate, as always, but they seemed to hang on him differently. He closed the door softly, the snick of the latch echoing in the quiet room. He did not approach her immediately, simply stood by the door, his gaze sweeping over her swollen form, the multiple bassinets lining the wall where her latest offspring slept in enchanted silence.

He spoke softly. "Harry, how could you do this to yourself. You're suppose to stop Voldemort not become this... thing. I risked everything for you." He stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate. "The Dark Lord sends me. He wishes for me to be your permanent mate. He believes my... loyalty... will be a finer leash than Greyback's crudity."

Rose stare at him not speaking. Not wanting to speak with the man who been so cruel to her ever since she arrived at Hogwarts all those years ago.

His voice was a low murmur, meant only for her. "He didn't have to tell me that. He simply commanded. I am here to claim what he has given me." His black eyes held a world of bitter irony. "Tell me, Harry... Rose. Do you have any fight left in you? Or have you truly accepted this fate?"

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