Hello, my favorite people on the entire planet!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Snapey-Poo, I do not own Harry Pot-Pot, and I don't own any of these characters. On the other hand, most of these ideas, are indeed mine. clears throat MUAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
I feel dazed. My head is filled with wool, roughly churning away, filling my nose and my throat. For some odd reason, I feel betrayed, as though everyone is plotting against me. The worst part is no one even bothers to notice the change in my personality, not after I called Lily a…mudblood. I'm shivering too, and I don't even know why; I'm not cold. But now I'm angry too, and the more I think about it, the angrier I get.
I remember it all, exactly the way I always do. It's a curse. I've always had a brilliant memory; it used to astonish everyone, but now, there is no one left who cares. My black eyes follow the ripples of the water on the large lake before me. I shift my legs from their cramped position, as I once more try to get comfortable under my favorite tree. The black night drifts uncomfortably around me as the swift wind ruffles the large willow tree beside me.
My head is clearing, but that's normal for me. Every time I feel the anger coursing through me, every time I feel the pain and frustration hitting me from every side, every time…it all disappears. I swallow bitterly as my cursed memory reminds me of the way they laugh at me, the way they always laugh and scorn.
I can't help the fact I hate James Potter. I can't help the fact I hate my father. I can't help the fact I hate how Lily can read me, like an open book. I can't help the fact that I am who I am. And sometimes, I can't help the fact that I hate my life.
"James Potter," I mutter angrily. He's the bane of my existence. Every day, every time our paths cross, I lose what little is left of my dignity. Every time, I feel utterly lost and weak as he laughs at me. He's always laughing at me, always standing over me, always better. I stand like a complete and utter fool in front of him, listening to his taunts and his cold laugh as it envelops me in shame. I hate him.
I stand up emotionlessly and straighten my limp Slytherin tie. A sudden whisper of the wind lifts my light robes, but I ignore it. It's so simple to ignore things and pretend they don't exist, but tonight…
My black eyes glance fearfully at the wide full moon. Tonight, it's so much harder.
I can't help feeling as though I've lost all control over my life, and James Potter reminds me of that, every single day. Lily? I'd rather not think of her…
Lucius has given me a chance to gain control over my life, but I have to choose. I don't think anyone can ever give me a harder choice. My feet are slowly making their way, seemingly without my control, down the little winding road that will lead me outside of Hogwarts boundaries.
"This is my choice." I keep repeating to myself. It's my choice. I want to be in control.
I glance back at Hogwarts, but for now, I think I've nearly decided. My eyes gently run over the brown barrier that lies in front of me. Then, I think of him again. His eyes are brown, just like the crooked barrier. I remember the color of his eyes very well, just like everything else.
I specifically remember staring at his cold brown eyes as I lay on the ground, still dazed from the spell James Potter had used on me. His wide brown eyes were laughing, his shoulders were shaking, his mouth had joined in, and he couldn't care less about me as he swung around and marched off, still laughing.
I tear my eyes angrily away from the run-down gate and slam it open with all my force. It swings around wildly and strikes the metal barrier on the other side with a sickening sound.
Nothing can stop me now.
I stride forward as my anger siphons off into the cool night air. I look around the dimly lit path circled with trees. I've reached my destination.
I let out a sharp breath as Lucius slides out from the shadows.
"Severus." My name slithers out from between his teeth. I hate how he can so easily ridicule and manipulate it, the one thing that is truly mine. But he's still speaking; I need to listen.
"You've chosen well. I'm here to bring you to our Lord." Lucius smirks in a way that makes me shiver in fear. Was it the right choice?
The corners of my mouth rise ever so slightly, then my thin smile fades. What about Lily? Immediately, when I think of her, James Potter appears in my mind as well. I can't stand James Potter, the way he talks, the way he walks, the way he flicks his hair about, and I can't stand the way he laughs at me.
In that short moment, I decide I don't care whether I've made a good decision or not. All I know is that I've had enough of his jeering.
"One day," I murmur under my breath, "One day, I'm going to be the one laughing."
I know my eyes are filled with fire and hate as I look up into Lucius's cold silver eyes and he chuckles dryly, "Lord Voldermort will be pleased."
And there it is!!
A large thank you to my favorite editor and best friend: greenjelly16...whose, might I add, stories are fabulous. GO READ 'EM!!
So, hopefully everyone kind of understood what the story was about. It was inspired by a fellow fanfiction writer.
I love you, favorite people on earth!
Glowing Hearties for Ever,
Glowy
Signing off.
