Written by: DracosDuchess
“Despite this potion’s name, Severus, the effects are gruesome. Brew it for me now!” Voldemort demanded.
“Yes, Sir,” Snape spoke quietly, hating to continue doing the Dark Lord’s bidding. He had never heard of Mickey’s Marvelous Mixture. No doubt a personal recipe for Voldemort. Snape began mixing the ingredients in front of him.
“Xenophobia? Figures. Voldemort never did like anyone strange or foreign,” Severus mumbled, pouring the dark liquid into the cauldron. He next added the rare ingredient, the will to get a head. Snape frowned as he threw the last ingredient into the pot, a small pair of black bikini briefs. Steam formed and a dementor floated over to Severus’ side. Snape struggled to tie the cauldron around the dementor’s robes.
“Very good. Return in three days,” Voldemort announced.
Just as he had been instructed, Snape returned three days later to find a woman who appeared to be a mix of Bellatrix and Narcissa standing beside Voldemort. Death Eaters surrounded them. When everyone was silent, Voldemort nodded to the woman, who uttered a single, unrecognizable word and six Death Eaters fell to the ground in pain. Voldemort smiled coldly, but Snape stared in horror, wondering what he had created. |