We faced off, this time to kill. Each on diffrent sides of the battle, my allies. Death eaters, attacking aurors left and right. I stood proud and tall against James Potter. We were both eighteen, both ready to kill. His eyes shown a determination, and somewhere I was aware that I could and might die. However, that wasn't an immediate thought as adrenaline rushed though my body and my wand hand warm. Both legs tense, eyes scanning for any movent. Yes, this may have been a battle, Aurors against Death Eaters, but right now, among all the mayhem, it was Potter against me, Sevirus Snape. Nothing more nothing less, all carnage was reduced to this one battle.
I looked around me. Black clashed with white to form in my mind a horrible blur of gray. A flash of movement brought me back to the situation at hand, keeping me away from diluted morals and ethics of my childhood days. James' wand rose to face mine, our faces taught and unyielding to our opponent. I pondered what spell to use, and the worse came to mind. I felt my body grow customarily cold to the spell I was using, the dark power flowing through my veins sending freezeing chills throughout my body . This was what I fought for, victory, the power overwhelming, the rush amazing. My eyes gleamed with the knowing, with the power and total control. All in a second, I whispered "Crucio." pointing my wand at my enemy.
I watched in glee had the spell headed quickly at James, with little time to react he couldn't dodge. When he doubled to the dirt ground, I felt pride in what I had accomplished, however...
His screams. Screams of pain and anguish I so vaguely remember form my own kin so long ago, came back to me though my enemy's mouth, his body curled up, convulsing the pain of wounds unseen, and his screams. Years had passed from the two year old boy who had seen his family parish, and should have seen that the power I was promised was the same that had destroyed everything of my life. I cut the spell quickly, and stumbled away in my own horror of what I had become. Only through my enemy's screams could I become good...but that doesn't mean that scars and old fights are forgotten.
James Potter, I owe you my life, and I owe you my freedom, however, you are gone, but I must repay my debt, somehow, someway...
A/n: This is the revised Version, so a little bit was changed, not the story, just a few corrections I missed the first time, and a couple things were reworded. This is the orginal a/n below.
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