A Twisted Turn

Potions class was definitely the one the one thing that Tak thought was more than worthless. It was, as he would put it, just pathetic. Not worth anything, but then again, what did he care? It wasn't as though he needed to be greatly skilled in learning how to give poison, or an antidote to someone. No. He wanted to learn to use magic in other ways. Learn to use magic to strip the flesh from someone he hates. That was just how he was. He wanted to know how to hurt someone emotionally, mentally, and physically by using magic. He wanted to have control over people. That was the only way he wanted it.

He turned out of the classroom, thanking the lord that it was over. He walked by two female students, both Ravenclaw. They were conversing about Christianity, something that Takamaru had long seen as dull, and that there was no good reason to believe in it. Because, after all, they were witches and wizards, and those so called Christians would persecute them, as they had done in the Salem Witch Trials. Yet, here these two girls were, talking about how much faith they had in the religion. Tak so wanted to go over and just slap them, saying that they can sit there and believe in their so called God, but when it comes down to it, their religion was just going to shove a crucifix right up their...he stopped. A boy, about as tall as him, was standing there.

"Takamaru?" he asked, waiting for a reply. Takamaru looked at him, his eyes narrowing, "What?" he asked, in his mellow mono-toned voice. The boy was a Hufflepuff, something that didn't bother Takamaur in the slightest. Hell, Takamaru's own cousin, Kouji Miyazaki was a Hufflepuff. Kouji was a great person, someone that Takamaru thoroughly enjoyed being around, mainly because they shared many of the same..views, so to say.

"Yoku otaku, Kyouju Snape." said the boy quietly, having swapped to Tak's native language. That was something the boy had never expected. Not that Snape wanted to see him, but, that another boy, outside of Kouji, spoke the native language to Japan. It was surprising, and shocking, all at the same time. Takamaru nodded, pushing the male in front of him out of the way. Snape had taken somewhat an interest in Tak, mainly because Tak had put Snape's daughter into her rightful place. Takamaru had tortured the girl, a week or so ago, until she was worse off than the Longbottoms, Alice and Frank. In fact, if Potter hadn't have intervened, Snape's daughter would be dead.

He stopped before the door to the mans office. Recently, he had become Headmaster, and was over-seeing the school for Voldemort. Takamaru didn't care anything for any of the Death Eaters. He didn't care anything for the Recently deceased Order either. As of now the only people from the old Order still alive to fight Voldemort, was Harry Potter, his wife Ginny, their son James, McGonagall, and, Remus Lupin. However, currently residing in Azkaban was McGonagall, and Remus, both having been caught and turned in, Remus being turned in after Minerva for he killed Fenrir.

Tak despised James Potter, who, incidentally, was named after Harry's father. And had Hermione not begged him, Tak would have killed the boy ages ago. But, even though Hermione was together with Draco, a boy whom Tak hated as much, if not more than Potter himself, Takamaru respected her wishes, for she taught him some valuable things about the darkness of magic. Valuable things indeed. Voldemort kept her around, however, only because she was a valuable asset, and Harry's true weakness. For, Voldemort had noticed that Hermione and Harry, well Harry more-so than Hermione, had fallen in love with each other. But the call of Draco was apparently too much for Hermione, because she chose him over her friend Harry, and in that course of action Ron Weasely was killed, along with Molly and Arthur, Percy, and Charley.

Tak pushed the door open carefully, then walked inside. Snape was sitting behind a wooden desk that look to be one of the most expensive pieces of furniture that Takamaru had ever laid his eyes on. The Place sure had changed since back in the day when Albus had controlled the school, that was for sure. Hell, there weren't really any good teachers anymore. Most of the people that were teaching here were loyal to either Snape, or to Voldemort. Takamaru some times wondered if there was going to be a fight for power, or something. Because, it seemed that Severus had just as many followers as Voldemort, maybe just a few less. Takamaru wondered which side he would be on.

"What?!" came the demanded question. He didn't think it worth his time to be with this man. He was sure that Snape was probably thinking the same thing, for Snape would most likely rather be off with Bella's daughter, who was, coincidently, a Seventh year Slytherin at Hogwarts. Snape turned around slowly in the chair, his gray eyes landing on the Riddle boy.

"Who are you to no address me by my proper title, as Headmaster, before you speak?" he nearly hissed. Takamaru nearly laughed, then replied, "No one," he replied rolling his eyes, playing his little game. Snape's eyes narrowed drastically.

"Sir!" he hissed, his fists clenching.

"There is no reason to call me a Sir, Professor. But if you insist, I will let you." he chuckled, his deathly glare matching that of the former Potions Master. Snape's eyes looked as though they were going to pop out of his head. He stood up, matching Takamaru's height, "I have a problem, and I need your help. I understand that we don't have a good history, but you are the only person that knows as much about the Dark Arts, if not more, than your father. I need you to help me."

"With?" came the solemn reply from Tak, as though he were rather bored, and trying to be interested. Snape walked around, and stood before the boy.

"The War against Voldemort."