Maltratar Camp
Chapter 25-The mirror of Erised
A/N: Elfwyn - Seth and Millie had to decide between being a Prince or Ewer, and even though they wanted the Malfoy blood, it disappeared with the other unwanted blood (tell me when I should try to explain it a bit simpler. I know it's a bit confusing).
"No. I'm not doing it."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not."
"What is your reason?"
"I don't have one," Seth said.
"You have to have one," Severus argued. "Everything has to have a reason."
"Then why do people marry each other?"
"Because they're in love."
"Just because you love someone doesn't mean that you have to marry them. Remember Lily."
"Now listen to me, young man. You tell me why you won't wake Filch up or I will ground you for the rest of the school year!"
"It's a secret."
"For Christ's sake! How many secrets do you have?"
"A few."
"A few. Of course. Well, have it your way." Severus got up to get ink, a quill and a piece of parchment. He gave them to his son. "Write down all the spells and charms that you know."
Accio
Aguamenti
Alohomora
Anapneo
Aparecium
Bublet
Cave Inimicum
Colloportus
Confundo
Duro
Engorgio
Evanesco
Expelliarmus
Finite Incantatem
Geminio
Hover Charm
Imperturbable Charm
Impervius
Incendio
Langlock
Locomotor
Locomotor Mortis
Meteolojinx Recanto
Mobilicorpus
Muffliato
Nox
Obliviate
Obscuro
Pack
Point Me
Protego
Reducio
Reducio
Rennervate
Reparo
Rictumsempra
Scourgify
Silencio
Stupefy
Wingardium Leviosa
"Is that all?" Severus asked, his eyebrows raised in disbelieve.
"Yes," Seth answered, looking away.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Then from where do you know 'Langlock'?"
"I - I read it in a book."
"A book? Which book?"
"Fine. I tell you. It was in The history of Prince. You created it, didn't you?"
"Yes I did. But you know more spells and curses than you told me."
"What of it?"
"I want to know which ones you didn't tell me, Seth," Severus said.
Sighing his son put the quill on the parchment and wrote,
Crucio
"How, why and on what do you use that curse for?" Severus asked, alarmed.
"Wandless magic. To get rid of my anger. On spiders and insects."
"What anger?"
"Dumbledore," Seth hissed, grimacing, getting up. "And you."
"Where are you going, young man?"
"My business."
"You tell me-"
"I don't have to tell you anything! If you wouldn't have made me go here to this stupid school, then James, Stephen, Bruce and all the others would still remember me!"
"Seth, I-"
"Don't 'Seth' me!"
"Mr...Snape, you are going nowhere," Madam Pomfrey said, coming out of her office.
"Watch me," Seth yelled, turning around and disappeared.
"How did he do it?" Poppy asked, gaping. "No one is able to apparate inside the school!"
"Seth, please let me talk to you," Severus said, knocking at his son's bedroom door.
"No!" the boy shouted.
"Why not?"
"You pissed me off."
"I want to say that I'm sorry."
"Piss off!" Seth shouted. Suddenly there was a faint noise. The boy turned his head towards the mirror standing opposite his bed.
Look in the mirror...
"Seth? Seth!"
Look in the mirror...
"Seth, what is happening?" Severus shouted.
LOOK IN THE MIRROR...
Like hypnotized Seth walked towards the mirror.
"SETH! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!"
The boy turned half-way back to the door.
Look in the mirror...Look in the mirror...LOOK IN THE MIRROR...
"What...shall...I...do..." Seth asked, his voice monotone.
Take my hand....take my hand...TAKE MY HAND...
"Which....hand..."
Slowly transparent, hand-shaped fog reached out of the mirror, taking Seth's hand.
"SETH! DON'T MOVE! I'M COMING IN NOW!"
Come with me...come with me...COME WITH ME...
Seth heard his door being forced open in the background, but he didn't care. Not anymore. All he cared for was this voice. It led him away from his room, away from his father's quarters, away from the dungeons.
"JAMES!" Seth yelled, collapsing, crying like a little child. "STEPHEN! BRUCE!" In front of him stood his friends, smiling. Then suddenly other people appeared behind them. His father. Millie. Draco. Professor McGonnagal. All of them smiling. Seth wanted to destroy this mirror, break it into pieces. It showed him what he wanted so badly. A real family and his old friends. Slowly the boy's eyes wandered around the mirror. On the top of it stood 'The mirror of Erised'. "I hate you!" he screamed. He knew what this mirror showed him, and Seth hated it for that. He wanted to forget about his past, forget about how painful it was to let go of his three best friends. And they weren't only his best friends, they were the only ones he ever had before he came to this school. Before he knew that he was a wizard. Before he had to leave them and the rest of his 'family' behind. Seth missed them more than he wanted to accept. And suddenly he began to scream in pain. He didn't know what was happening, but somehow it seemed that his whole body was kicked and punched and hit by the air.
Vernon laughed loudly as he kicked the vodo doll again. It made fun torturing his nephew this way. Wherever this bastard is, he thought, he'll be in pain, terrible pain!
"CRUCIO!" Seth yelled, aiming his hand at a rabbit that he had conjured seconds ago. He didn't know what had overcome him, but suddenly he wanted to hurt someone or something. The pain he had felt moments ago had reminded him of his uncle, only making his anger worse. Now it had ceased, but you never know when it's coming back.
"Are you MAD?" Severus bellowed, rushing into the room. It had token him ages to find his son, but finally he had. "Stop this NOW!"
"NO!" Seth screamed. "I'm SICK of all this!"
"It won't help torturing animals!"
"I don't CARE! No one cares what I fucking think or want!! People just do what they want to!"
"Seth, please stop this!"
Instead of answering the boy cried out on pain again and collapsed.
Hundreds of miles away a whale-like man laughed loudly. He saw through a crystal ball what was happening to his nephew.
"DADDY! I want to have a go too!" Dudley whined, coming down the stairs into the basement.
"Dudley, I told you you can't," Vernon said. "This is nothing for good boys like you. Maybe when you're older, but not now."
"DADDY!"
"If you continue to practice your boxing, you can have a go at the weekend," Dudley's father promised, giving the vodo doll a last punch.