Chloeelouise02 Here is the part two!
"I knew that she wasn't somebody to be trusted. She's just like the others." Hermione whispers.
"But then why did she humiliate Draco in front of the entire school those years ago? Defended you by banning the 'm' word?" Harry harshly whispers back.
"She's gotten the mark to prove it. I've seen it. She flaunts it around like it's a badge of honor." Hermione spits.
"Something just isn't right..." Harry sighs, shaking his head.
"What's going on, Granger?" I ask as I walk over to the group, narrowing my eyes.
"Nothing." She nonchalantly says.
I lean down into her face and tilt my head.
"Are you positive?" I whisper.
"I can't believe you!" She finally yells.
A few people lift up their heads and look towards to commotion. I send threatening glares towards them, making them look away.
"You are a death eater! In a time like this! It seems like only yesterday you were defending me from Malfoy, refusing to call me a mudblood... That mark you wear is a symbol of genocide for muggles!" Hermione says, lowering her voice as tears fill her eyes.
I don't say anything and keep my face expressionless, afraid I might crack.
"I haven't done anything to you, Granger." I state.
"But still! That mark you flaunt- it's just as bad." She says, her voice cracking.
"I thought you were different." She whispers, then walks away.
Ron Weasley, the redhead, reluctantly follows her, leaving Harry Potter standing behind.
He has a disappointed look on his face, but I refuse to show emotion.
"Potter." I state firmly.
He looks at me.
"My house may represent a snake. But that does not mean I bite." I say, before walking off.
Something flashes in Harry's head after you storm off. He stands there, reminiscing of a memory of only the year before.. He wasn't thinking of what you quoted the year prior, but rather what you said after that.
"Looks are deceiving. Lies can be told. Don't believe everything you hear. For such a hearty Gryffindor, you'd think you wouldn't make such accusations and assumptions about someone you've never met. Not everyone is out to get you, Potter."
Harry stands there, repeating those lines in his head over and over again. There was definitely something off about the whole situation. Sure, you could've lying. You could've been cruel deep down. The entire situation just seems.. off
That night...
"...She would, given her way, have us.. mate..with them." Voldemort drawls out with an unreadable expression on his face.
A chorus of gags, chuckles, and sounds of displeasure echo throughout the long table.
"To her the mixture of magical and muggle blood is not an abomination.. but something to be encouraged.." The dark lord carries on.
"S-S-Severus p-please, we're friends..." She manages to squeak out, amidst her pain.
Snape looks at the woman whose face is contorted in agony, slow tears falling from her eyes.
He is trying to hide behind his mask. But I see right through it.
My professor's gaze quickly flickers to me, so quickly, that if you had blinked you would have missed it..
He had spotted me earlier during the meeting, his face automatically twisting into disapproval.
"Please." She whispers.
"Avada Kedavra" Voldemort says.
Her body falls to the table with a harsh thud, Draco flinches in his seat. Even Lucius Malfoy looks disturbed.
Snape gazes at me for a quick moment and then looks away, down to the table.
"Nagini... Dinner"
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"What the bloody hell was a student of mine doing in a Death Eater's meeting??" Snape angrily bellows out as he storms into the Headmaster's office.
Well, technically it is his office now but Severus still finds it difficult to call it his.
"Ah, Severus." The old man states, quietly sighing.
"She was never a pure-blood supremacist and neither are her parents! Did you hire a child to be a double spy?! She never would have joined that on her own!" Snape shouts, slamming his fist on the desk.
Dumbledore shifts in his painting, looking down for a moment, before looking back up at the man.
"Severus.. Miss Y/l/n decided to join on her own. I.. I did not choose for it to happen." The man sighs, looking at the professor over his crescent lenses.
"But you knew." Snape growls, taking a seat in the chair.
"Yes.. Yes I did. But we both know that I know many things, my boy." Dumbledore says, a twinkle in his eye.
"Not long ago she confessed to me that she wished to overthrow the Death Eaters. I of course, could not let her do it by herself so I gave her.. pointers. But either way, what's done is done, Severus. She has already gained Voldemort's trust and the mark." The old wizard sighs, rubbing his glasses clean.
Snape leans forward and lays his head in his hands, the heels digging into his forehead.
"That means she also saw me, Albus." The professor groans, leaning back into his seat.
"I explained what was necessary.. She still trusts you, Severus." Dumbledore says.
She shouldn't though, the man in black thinks to himself.
"I'm not having her be a double spy against her will. She has her own task." Dumbledore says.
What task?...
Snape sighs in defeat, rubbing his temples. He was frustrated enough with Draco being forced to join such a heinous organization, he hated the thought another student joining. Even one of his.. favorite students he has to admit.
"Alright. Alright." Snape mumbles, standing up.
Before he walks out of the office, the voice of the Headmaster stops him.
"She is strong, Severus. She will be alright."
The Next Morning
A tap is heard on the window of my dorm and I sigh, forcing myself out of bed.
A black owl is perched on the windowsill and I unlock the window, grabbing the letter as the owl flies off.
The letter has my initials written on the outside, it being sealed closed with a piece of melted green wax.
I tear it open and unfold the letter.
My office. Now.
It dissolves into flames as soon as I read it. I sigh and inwardly cringe, knowing who it is from.
I quickly get dressed for the day and run through the dorms, knowing that he doesn't like to be kept up.
I pass by Draco whose eyes are slightly red. He had been up crying last night after the meeting. He wasn't one to be consoled, as he was a very private person, so we just sat in each other's presences.
"Morning, Draco.." I whisper on the way out.
He nods his head once in acknowledgement, continuing to stare off into nothing.
I leave the dorms and walk to the Headmaster's office.
Before I can raise my fist to knock, I hear a muffled "Enter".
I push the door open and slowly walk in. I can only imagine how I look right now- probably like a kicked dog of sorts. He is sat at his desk, hands clasped together.
"Y/n." Is all he says, staring down at the wood of the table.
It makes me stop in my tracks. He had only ever called me that once and that was because I was being a bitch towards him. I felt like I was about to be scolded by my mother.
"Professor." I whisper, unable to meet his burning gaze.
"Why?" Is all he says.
---
"It's too late anyhow, professor." I argue.
"I'm well aware, Y/l/n... Just, be careful. Please. These are dangerous times.." The man states, his dark brown eyes gazing into mine.
"I promise." I say.
"I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you.. Who else will help me guide some of your dunderheads of classmates?.." He whispers the second sentence with a sad smile.
I let out a watery chuckle at his quote, remembering that line he had told me years ago.
"Goodbye, Professor." I sigh, standing up.
"Goodbye, Miss Y/n."
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".. There is no wand more powerful.."
Hermione, Ron, and Harry hide behind a wall as they listen into the conversation between their new headmaster and the dark lord.
I sneak up behind then and crouch down. I want to tell them to move out of the way, but knowing that they'll likely jump, I refrain myself. Ronald is the most likely to scream so..
I crawl over behind the ginger and clamp my hand over his mouth. He jumps and his eyes widen, gaining the attention from his friends.
Before they can say anything, I take my left hand and hold my finger up to my lips, signaling for them to be quiet.
"I am not here to hurt you, only help. When I let you go, do not scream." I quietly whispers into the ginger's ear.
He sucks in a breath and nods his head.
I move my hand and he flips around and looks at me. I ignore his questioning face and wave my hand, gesturing for Hermione to move.
I glare at her hesitancy, and she reluctantly scoots over so that I have a better earshot of the two men.
"Stay here, I need to move." I quietly murmur.
I walk around a bit until the two men come into view, along with the serpent.
"It answers to you, and you only.." Snape states.
I look over to Nagini who slithers on the ground by her master's feet.
Lately I had been practicing a spell. A control spell, to be exact. It is similar to imperio but it can be used nonverbally and on animals.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, the three younger students watching me carefully. I take my wand out of my pocket and hold it up, pointing it at the snake.
"Dux-imperium-esse" I think to myself, over and over again, eyeing at the large snake.
It's body slightly twitches for a moment, gaining the attention of the two men. I hope that that was the spell taking over.. Voldemort begins to look around the room, but his attention is brought back to my professor when he speaks up.
"My lord?.."
"The wand.. does it truly answer to me?" Voldemort drawls out, slowly circling Snape.
"You're a clever man, Severus.. Surely you must know." Voldemort continues, walking behind the man.
"Where does it's true loyalty lie?.."
"With you, of course, m'lord..." Severus mumbles.
"The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly because I am not it's true master.. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard that killed it's last owner.
"You killed Dumbledore. While you live, the Elder Wand cannot truly be mine.."
My eyes widen and I grip my wand tighter, as I know what is about to happen. My hand starts to shake and I point it back towards the snake again.
"You've been a good and faithful servant, Severus.. But only I can live forever."
I get ready to control the snake as I pray that the dark lord won't kill the man himself.
"...My lor-"
*Slash*
I watch as Voldemort slices my Professor's throat, a sharp slashing sound is heard along with it and I bite down on my knuckle to keep myself from crying out. Snape backs into the glass wall behind him with a thud and slides down to the floor.
"Nagini, kill." The man orders.
The snake doesn't move, however. It merely stays still. Oh, the spell! It works! But now I have to play along with his commands to keep it from being suspicious...
"Nagini, kill." The man repeats, his voice more commanding.
I wave my wand, the snake launching itself at Professor Snape. I have the snake lunge against the poor man and I make the bites look fatal, when in reality they are mere scratches.
Voldemort leaves and I command the snake to stop moving. I tell it to leave, not caring where it goes.
I run out of my hiding spot and dash over to the man that sits there, blood seeping from his wound.
"I knew.. i-it was you." The man chokes out.
I hold my wand up to the wound, praying that my healing skills were good enough.
I let out a watery chuckle as tears steadily run down my face.
"Y-You're gonna be okay, Professor." I quietly stutter, before going back to murmuring the suturing spells.
The trio bursts through the door a moment later, Snape tiredly looking at them out of the corner of his eye.
"The golden possé." He mutters with a pained smirk.
I chuckle and shake my head as the trio look at one another in confusion, not having heard his comment.
"Stop talking. I need to focus on healing you." I scold.
The wound slowly closes itself, although he had already lost a lot of blood. I can't imagine how much worse it would've been if Nagini had gotten to him. Voldemort hadn't cut deep enough into his larynx, not even touching his jugular veins.
Harry walks over and hesitantly crouches down next to me and the man.
"Take them.." Snape mutters, weakly gesturing to his tears.
"I-I need a flask, anything.." Harry quicky says, turning around to face Hermione.
The girl quickly digs through her bag and pulls out an empty vial, handing it over to her friend.
Harry catches Snape's tear into the vial.
".. T-Take them to them pensieve." Snape stammers out.
Harry nods his head and stands up, giving me space to help the Professor.
His face is tired and pale and he silently watches me. I hurriedly scavenge through my pocket, looking for a little jar.
I pull out a vial of blood replenisher and uncork it. He goes to take it from me but I swat his hand away, leaving him glaring at me.
I hold it up to his lips for him and pour it into his mouth as he weakly swallows.
I reach into my pocket again and pull out another, praying that this will hold him off until he reaches I can get him to the hospital wing.
I copy my previous movements and give him the potion, setting the empty glasses into my pocket.
"S-So you were the thief, hm?" He weakly chuckles, referring to Slughorn's missing stash.
I smiles and shrug. The trio watches us converse back and forth.
"Alright, I am going to use my wand to move you. Harry, Hermione, Ron, please keep a lookout while I move him. Nobody can know that he is alive." I sternly order.
Harry is the first one to nod his head- Hermione still looking suspicious and Ron looking a step behind, slightly lost.
I murmur the levitation spell and Snape lifts a few feet off the ground with a groan.
We rush through the boat house, everyone keeping watch on every direction as I lead the professor through the field.
The castle has clearly been damaged and has taken quite a few blows. I just hope that the hospital wing is in tact and that Madam Pomfrey is okay.
Harry opens the door for us and I quickly race through the corridors.
I push open the door to the hospital wing and rush to an empty bed in the way corner. I lay Snape down on it and put my wand away, the trio standing next to his bed.
There are multiple people laying on the cots, most of them unconscious. It genuinely hurts to see them in this state.
I pull the privacy curtain around the corner to hide him. I look around and spot madam Pomfrey finishing up wrapping a student's wound.
"Madam Pomfrey!" I shout.
She jumps and whips her head around with a glare.
"You need to wait your tur-"
"Oh sweet Merlin!" She gasps, looking me up and down.
I then realize that I had had some of Snape's blood on my hands and an occasional speckle on my clothes.
She quickly wraps the boy's forearm and rushed over. Not answering her rapid questions, I run over back to the corner where Snape lies.
I pull back the curtain and close it behind us.
"Harry had to leave and so do we..." Hermione desperately states.
"Go, I understand. He'll be alright." I say.
The two students nod and rush out, following wherever Harry may have gone to.
"Severus?!!" The nurse shouts.
I lay a hand on her arm and shush her.
"Madam, please help him! I'll explain everything later... I-I used an incantation to help him but I am not sure if it has done much.. He's lost a lot of blood." I say, my eyes watering again.
Her eyes grow sad as she takes in the figure of the familiar man.
"If you hadn't done this, he would've been gone by now.. You need to get him to St. Mungo's. Use the floo fireplace right there." She orders.
I do as she says and I levitate Snape to the floor, grabbing a handful of floo powder. He is half awake and half unconscious.
I state the location and throw in the powder, hoping for the best.
---
I squirm in my seat, waiting for news on Snape. They hadn't filled me in on anything since I am not a family member.
"Hi.." A familiar voice calls out, making me jump.
I look over to see Hermione standing there, a grim expression on her face.
"H-Hermione, are you alright? What happened?? Last I heard was the dark lord screaming that Potter was dead." I frantically ask, frowning.
"He's alright. We did it- Voldemort is dead." She says, a grateful look in his eyes.
I don't even ask for details and I simply nod my head, about to cry tears of happiness.
She slowly takes a seat next to me.
"Are you alright? How is Professor Snape?" She quietly asks.
I start tapping my foot and I sigh, shaking my head.
"T-They won't tell me anything." I whisper.
"I'm sure he'll be alright.. Your healing skills were quite admirable, I must say." She quietly says, a small smile on her face.
I softly smile back.
I look down at my left forearm where my mark is covered by my sleeve. I glare at it as tears fill my eyes.
"W-Whenever I look at it.. All I can think about.. Is the hope that Voldemort will be dead. That this mark will no longer have meaning.. But now that he is gone, I don't feel as happy as I should be.. Relieved? Yes. But not happy. I can only see his stupid fucking smirk each time he'd kill someone. When he did that to Professor Snape." I say, my voice cracking at the last sentence.
Sobs rack my body and I use my hand to shield my face away from the younger girl who sits next to me.
I then feel her trembling hand rest on my upper back, slowly rubbing it in small circles.
"I-I am so, so sorry that I doubted you.. I was just so upset. I suppose I never thought that you could be forced to get it.. like Draco.. Or do it to save others.. because that's what you did, isn't it?" She says, still rubbing my back.
I sniffle and wipe away my tears with the back of my hand and I nod.
"Snape did too.. He was a double agent. He reported to Dumbledore after each meeting.. Merlin, you should've seen his reaction after the meeting. He ripped me a new one for joining." I sadly chuckle.
I look up at Hermione and she smirks.
"But it wasn't that he was just mad at me.. but.. he also cared, Hermione. I wish that people could see that. Harry too.. He admitted that he was worried about me." I quietly say.
Hermione sits there in silence, not knowing how to respond. She just gingerly pats my hand as we sit in silence.
"Miss Y/l/n?" A voice asks.
I look up and see a doctor standing there with a clipboard.
"Severus Snape's niece, correct?" He asks, not looking up from his board.
I grin at Hermione and she quietly chuckles, shaking her head. Of course that man would lie for me.
I clear my throat and try to hide my smile.
"Uh, yeah. That's me." I say, standing up.
"He is doing alright, he is now stable and has asked for you." He says.
I look back at Hermione who sits there patiently.
"I'll wait for you, Y/l/n." She says.
"Y/n." I correct.
"Y/n." She repeats, smiling.
I open the door to Professor Snape's hospital room. I have a feeling that he is going to be pissed.
"Y/n." He says.
Well shit.