A/N: I do not own Harry Potter.
I hope you all enjoy this chapter :) I will try to update this story more often. Also, I haven't spell checked this as well as I usually would have, and I hope that doesn't detract from the story.
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Previously...
Playing with Genevieve's weak mind was no longer fun, but revealing her identity created new excitement. She tapped her wand against her head, and contemplated her next step. Killing her would surely be messy. Plus, it would add to Dumbledore's distrust of her, which she couldn't afford right now.
"I've decided to be kind Genevieve, or deal you a worse fate depending on your perspective." She pointed her wand at the broken Hufflepuff, and a far more terrible spell fell from her lips.
"Answer my question, insolent girl. Foolishness isn't becoming." Her tutor tapped his wand against the wooden desk, and it released multicolored sparks.
"I don't know the answer! I've told you that plenty of times," she whined. Eva would never understand why her birth parents left her away to live with these people. Yes they were rich, but they worked her to no end. Her guardians forced her to become knowledgeable in all wizard and Muggle schooling. In seven years she was already smarter than most adults.
She played with her short wavy hair in the way that she knew frustrated her tutor. The man was a well-known professor many years ago, but now he spent his days instructing young pureblooded wizards.
"Of course you know the answer girl! I doubt your guardians would take in a stupid child," he said sarcastically.
She fumed silently. Count to ten before you make an emotion fueled decision. That was the only thing she remembered of her mother. A poor, pureblood that gave her daughter away before she died in the gutters of a small, Muggle village.
"Tutor, no spell I know of has the same devastating effects as the Cruciatus curse. There are spells that can trap a person in their mind, to cause them to lose sense of reality, but no spell can break the mind like Crucio can," she replied calmly.
Croaks of laughter fell from Tutor's lips. "To be young and naive, foolish girl. The most devastating curse of torture is the Memory charm."
Eva placed her small hand against her face to suppress a snort. Her tutor glared; pulled out his wand, and cast a nonverbal Silencing Charm is one swift motion. "As I was saying, the Memory charm has the ability to decimate a person's life. Imagine forgetting everything. Your friends, family, everything you ever knew, and having your knowledge reduced to only unconscious bodily functions. With this charm, you stop your enemy forever. Whatever battle you fought is over, and you're left to you can engage in a boisterous victory, knowing your adversary will never hurt you again."
His lecture was awe-inspiring. Eva never knew that such a simple spell was, was so sophisticated, so elegant, so deadly.
And since that day, she favored that method. While she was encouraged to try out more painful spells on her victims, she always insisted that the most painful results were from the simplest spells.
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Severus Snape paced in front of the Room of Requirement. He would finally meet this stranger, and if all went well, the stranger wouldn't meet his new curse. He shut his eyes, pacing slowly by wear the room was hidden. I'm supposed to meet someone, show them to me. I'm supposed to meet someone, show them too me. I'm supposed to meet someone, show them to me.
A door appeared as Severus began his fourth time around it. He took a deep breath and pushed forward.
The room was dark, but not dark enough so he couldn't see. A few candles flickered around, floating like ghosts were carrying them, maybe they were.
"One more minute left," he heard a girl say from inside the room. She sat in a plush, velvet armchair, leaning towards her left side. Most often than not, a person never leaned against their wand hand, so she was right handed. Snape gripped his right hand against his wand even tighter. His knuckles began to turn a brilliant white.
He remained silent, slowing down the loudness of his breath.
"I know you're here Severus. I could hear your wand creak from the death grip you have on it. I don't know how I would've managed if you decided not to show up. Someone could've gotten hurt," she flirted, rising from the chair. He expected someone else. Not the girl who stood before him now.
"What the hell are you doing here Eva? I'm having a meeting in here scheduled for,"-he glanced down at his wristwatch, "right now actually. And I have a feeling you don't want to get hurt. So, Leave. Now."
Eva began to chuckle, not the usual girlish laugh, but a sinister chuckle. "I'm who you're hear to meet Sev, now sit down, I have a message from your master."
All the blood drained from his face. "What do you mean? I have no master, "he said in a weak sounding voice. Eva smirked, laughing at his mock sternness.
"We all know you serve the Dark Lord, also known as Voldemort," she emphasized the last two letter his master's name. A shiver ran through Snape's body. No one dared to say the dark wizard's name in such a casual tone.
"I was told to finish the school year before I joined the Dark Lord's service," he stammered. Severus cursed himself inside of his head, he never stuttered, and know she (and the Dark Lord) would know about his fear.
She laughed again, this time her voice took a mirthful tone. Eva walked closer to Severus. Her hand grazed the spot where the Dark Mark would soon be. "Don't sound too excited," she whispered into his ear.
Snape shivered unconsciously. Never had a girl been this close to him since Lily. He wasn't used to the company of a girl, especially one that actually wanted to be close to him. Most girls kept him at an arms distance away. They couldn't tolerate his smarminess or his greasy hair.
"It would be my pleasure to gain the Dark Lord's favor." He moved away, creating much needed distance between himself and Eva.
"Well Severus." She twirled a lock of hair around her fingers, and looked like a chess player planning how to move their pawn. "You must brew a potion from the Dark Lord, a potion broken up in a trilogy of books known as The Chronicles of Darkness. Find the books during the Christmas holiday, and I will give you your next set of instructions."
Beads of sweat fell down Snape's face. Why did he need to brew a potion? Didn't his future master have potions masters at his disposal?
"Severus Snape, please stop screaming your silly, little thoughts. It's giving me an enormous headache," she complained.
He was shocked again. Severus finally regained his composure. "I'll start asking around the Slytherins to see if any of them have heard of the books." He turned to walk out of the room, as he walked by the door, he heard Eva yell, "Say hello to your friend Genevieve for me."
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"Miss De Roux, are you awake?" Genevieve felt a soft hand gently pull her eyes open. She slowly blinked her eyes open. "Where am I," she screeched, pulling the bed sheets off of her body.
A small group of people stood around her, each wearing flamboyant outfits that were frightening. "Who are you? Don't hurt me." Tears fell down Genevieve's face. A slew of questions came out of the girl's mouth. The grandfatherly looking man who stood at the foot of her bed shook his head in the direction of the girl. He pulled out a wooden stick from within the pockets of his robe and pointed it at her.
Threads of gold wrapped around Genevieve's body. She began to scream.
The old man sighed, and returned the wand to his pocket. "Poppy, I believe something wicked has happened tonight."
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