Memory of a Deatheater
Chapter 1*Intro*: A Pact with the Devil
The dark circle of hooded figures gathered around the ghastly glow of a green fire; their white masks illuminated against their dark robes. Severus Snape watched the darkened silhouette of a tall man in the middle of the circle, the only one who had no need to wear a mask. Severus could feel Voldemort's piercing gaze digging into his very soul, a thing that few people had ever even seen in him. There were only two people in the world that had this kind of effect on him, Voldemort himself and the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. Everyone else was of no matter to him, and he could easily blindfold them in their own foolishness. But not Dumbledore or Voldemort. It seemed they both processed the power to read his every thought. A thought that made Severus very uncomfortable.
"Severus, it is time for you to show me your loyalty. Approach me and offer out your arm." said Voldemort with an approving smile on his crease lined face.
His voice made his heart tremble inside, but he kept a bold appearance and walked towards that face illuminated by the emerald flames of the fire. He removed his mask and rolled up the sleeve of his robe, baring the pale skin of his underarm.
Voldemort took a hold of his arm with one hand, sending a nauseating chill through his veins. His touch made an ice cube feel warm, but despite the temptation he did not pull his arm away. Severus felt the touch of his wand for a brief second and a muttering of a curse, but he soon felt a severe pain flashing through his arm and flowing into every limb in his body. The pain was worse than any other he had felt before, and he was wondering if the pain continued he would collapse in agony on the ground and humiliate himself. But he did not and as soon as the curse was done the pain dulled to a slight stinging sensation, leaving the dark shape of a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth on his forearm.
"You have made a wise decision, Severus." smiled Voldemort, his teeth flashing in the eerie light.
"Severus bowed his head to him and put his mask back over his face. He took his spot back in the circle of newly made Deatheaters. Severus knew then that his life was about to change, and their was no going back. Their was only the future now... his future as a Deatheater.
Chapter 1*Intro*: A Pact with the Devil
The dark circle of hooded figures gathered around the ghastly glow of a green fire; their white masks illuminated against their dark robes. Severus Snape watched the darkened silhouette of a tall man in the middle of the circle, the only one who had no need to wear a mask. Severus could feel Voldemort's piercing gaze digging into his very soul, a thing that few people had ever even seen in him. There were only two people in the world that had this kind of effect on him, Voldemort himself and the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. Everyone else was of no matter to him, and he could easily blindfold them in their own foolishness. But not Dumbledore or Voldemort. It seemed they both processed the power to read his every thought. A thought that made Severus very uncomfortable.
"Severus, it is time for you to show me your loyalty. Approach me and offer out your arm." said Voldemort with an approving smile on his crease lined face.
His voice made his heart tremble inside, but he kept a bold appearance and walked towards that face illuminated by the emerald flames of the fire. He removed his mask and rolled up the sleeve of his robe, baring the pale skin of his underarm.
Voldemort took a hold of his arm with one hand, sending a nauseating chill through his veins. His touch made an ice cube feel warm, but despite the temptation he did not pull his arm away. Severus felt the touch of his wand for a brief second and a muttering of a curse, but he soon felt a severe pain flashing through his arm and flowing into every limb in his body. The pain was worse than any other he had felt before, and he was wondering if the pain continued he would collapse in agony on the ground and humiliate himself. But he did not and as soon as the curse was done the pain dulled to a slight stinging sensation, leaving the dark shape of a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth on his forearm.
"You have made a wise decision, Severus." smiled Voldemort, his teeth flashing in the eerie light.
"Severus bowed his head to him and put his mask back over his face. He took his spot back in the circle of newly made Deatheaters. Severus knew then that his life was about to change, and their was no going back. Their was only the future now... his future as a Deatheater.