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Written for Magical Objects And Their Uses, Assignment 10.
She thought she'd feel powerful, but she feels empty inside like something has taken away every feeling she ever had or ever would have, an hidden them from her. She doesn't know whether it is a normal side effect of practicing the dark arts and it isn't like she can ask a Professor about it.
Minerva knows confiding in one of her friends isn't an option either, she can imagine the look of shock and judgment mixed into one on their faces.
She doesn't seem the type to dabble or want to dabble in the dark that's what everyone thinks, but then they don't really know her half as well as they seem to think they do.
A part of her thinks that maybe she should write home to her mother and ask her or maybe tell Malcolm and Robert, her brothers would happily tell their mother all about it.
But she can't bear the disappoint she would get from her mother, her father wouldn't understand any of it. He'd try like he always did, but he was a Muggle and how could fully understand magic when he has never had.
So the only thing she can do is hope the emptiness goes away and that no one ever finds out that she had been dabbling in the dark arts.
She swears she'll never ever even think make having anything to do with dark arts again because she hates the emptiness and knowing how disappointed her mother would be.
She really means the promise when she makes but did several others who made the promise before her.
And so many before her, she breaks the promise each time she makes it until the emptiness never goes away.