"When you feel that your life is in danger, your first instinct is to flee. Now mine was in that kind of danger, but I couldn't run away. Perhaps I was doomed to die…"
I timidly opened the office door, cautiously poking my head out to see what mood my professor was in. I left my body hidden behind the big dark door, so that if for some miraculous reason the ''slumber night'' was cancelled, I wouldn't be seen in that very casual outfit. I didn't want to be there at all after what had happened with Sarah and even less for me to sleep next to him. I was not going to forget how badly he treated me, and as much as my heart wanted it, I was not going to accept it. I deserved someone better...or at least someone who loved me. Reason ruled my heart. I've tried to contain it, to stand firm, to control my feelings but it's getting harder and harder to deceive myself. Damn you heart, you're going to get me in trouble.
―Professor Snape?... ―I asked not seeing him at first glance at his desk.
―What are you playing at, Rosenberg? Come in and close the door. ―he said in his normal hurtful tone.
He was standing by his bookshelf, one of them in his hands. Wide open he was turning the pages of his very focused on what he was reading. Despite his total indifference, I was still consumed by the fear of ridicule, but finally I went through and closed the door. I stood a few feet away from him in my super colorful pajamas in full view of him. I gathered my restless hands around my waist, somehow trying not to draw his attention so he wouldn't discover me embarrassed. But Snape didn't seem to perceive the world around him other than that book. I could not look at its cover or its title, he had it open in such a way that it was impossible for me to know what book it was.
He brought a hand to his chin, where his index finger gently stroked his lower lip. I was nervously wondering if that finger would slide over me tonight. He suddenly slammed the book shut, shook off its dusty cover and turned to the potions shelf private of him. Rummaging through the jars of different sizes and shapes. I swallowed nervously, looking at the back of his head from the cool, silent distance. Hot blood flowed from my lips, I knew that sooner or later he would speak to me and discover my outfits. But it was not like that. He calmly looked at the potions, took one out, looked at it and put it in his place, so he did several times. More than one he found a small one and kept it inside his dark tunic. He turned around with his eyes fixed on the front and went to the door.
―Rosenberg, I have to get out.
A smile invaded my face, the nightmare was over. I wouldn't have to spend the night with this fiend, or watch him try to provoke or force me. Or so I imagined...
―Don't think you're leaving here, Rosenberg. I will return as soon as possible. And I advise you not to touch anything, because I will know.
He opened the black door, and with a victorious smile (or so it seemed to me) he stormed out of his office. That snake had it sworn to me for life, or until he took my virginity, I would be there. Condemned to fulfill his dirty desires and his most secret fantasies. I blushed at the thought, I shook my head sharply to air myself out of those stupid ideas. If Snape knew that I wanted him he would do whatever he wanted with me, and that was more dangerous than facing a basilisk. I looked around me in bewilderment. The damp ceiling nauseated me, as did the cold stone floor. A shelf of books, another of potions, a desk full of secrets... No, Elinor, don't even think of looking at a scroll or that man is capable of keeping you here for a week. But who knows what he would keep there... I shook my empty head again and wrapped my long arms around my body, I was cold. I hated being cold, I don't know how that bat kept up down here all year. I looked to my left and walked to the door behind the desk, opening it certain that Snape had left a bed made and a cozy fire for me. Sure enough, there they were. They were waiting for me tonight, of hardship and uncertainty. The warmth quickly got to me, I closed the door and walked over to the big black canopy bed. His mattress was soft and comfortable, it made me feel good. The dark room was lit only by the light of the fire. The bed was located in front of the fireplace. I covered my body with the black sheets and smelled a certain smell of my teacher. It was a very morbid feeling to be in his own bed, and even more so knowing that he would arrive at any moment. Nervously I pressed my hands into the pillow, the silken touch of him clearing my mind. And that's when I fell asleep, between the golden lights of the fire and the soft touch of the sheets.
Do you know that moment when you wake up not knowing where you are? Well, that was what happened to me when after a while, or hours, I woke up in a completely dark room. At first I thought I had already fallen asleep and was late for class but then I realized where I was thanks to the soft scent of the sheets. A line of light appeared under the door that led to Snape's office, possibly it was himself since he was not next to me. I'd woken up just at the wrong time... I closed my eyes as I heard the door rattling and Snape trying to keep the door from rattling. Then a "clap" followed by a few steps in the back, by the fireplace. He had crossed to the other side of the room. I continued with my eyes closed and my body motionless listening to what he was doing, my brain working at full speed. He dropped something to the ground, it was something heavy and cloth. Silence and more silence, something else fell to the ground. The unmistakable smell of Dittany essence filled the room. Slowly the other side of the mattress sank down making my body move a little, Snape stayed still and waited to see if I woke up. The sheets moved and the bed creaked, he was lying on my back, too close to me.
My heart was beating and the butterflies in my stomach seemed to have attacked my brain because it was no longer responding to me. I felt the crazy and hasty impulse to go to his side, I turned around and opened my eyes. The darkness was immense, as if I were blind. My breathing was the only sound in there and I wasn't bold enough to reach out and find his back. I didn't even know why I was there with him. At first I thought it was for the simple idea of a quick and discreet coitus, of course, even if he had already collected his part... But this? What did this mean? I couldn't sleep alone in my bed? I didn't understand... Was it some trick? Had he cheated on me and while he was sneaking off somewhere? Thousands of questions I asked myself in silence, until suddenly a single voice spoke in the room.
―Shouldn't you be sleeping, Rosenberg? ―said my annoyed companion.
―I woke up… ―I said, not knowing what to say.
I heard as he turned around to face me. His breath hit mine, he was mere inches from me in the dark. Perhaps by extending my hand a little I could reach his belly, his chest... even his private parts if I wasn't careful. But suddenly I heard something slip between the sheets in my direction. As if he had anticipated my thoughts, Snape placed a hand on my hip, moving up as he got closer. My breath hitched seeing what his intentions were. Until inexplicably, he grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him turning me around so that my back was to him. Perhaps the practice of that movement had come after years of knowing many women's bodies. Who knows how many women he would have slept with, how many girls would have kissed his lips and loved his body like a god.
But what I could say was that he was holding me tenderly in his arms and he wouldn't let me go. He breathed calmly into my ear and let his face fall into my brown hair. My body and his were one. At an unexpected moment his lips kissed my bare neck and I didn't protest at all. The warmth of him made me feel very good, it made me feel wanted, desired and loved. I grabbed his hand and intertwined it with mine at the waist under my breasts. While he continued pampering my neck and my flushed cheek. His mouth opened slightly to caress my skin, and I bit my lower lip in pure happiness. I squeezed his hand as if it were my last day on earth and I couldn't see him anymore. I am giving you all I have left, all my love is for you Severus. Can you feel it?
Friday
Snape's bedroom
The next morning I woke up wrapped in the black silk sheets. I had had a beautiful dream and I had woken up in a very good mood, what I didn't know was that my joy would last very little. As soon as I sat up and reached out I found the empty alcove where Snape must have been. I immediately frowned discontentedly and looked to the side of him. It was cold so he was up a while ago, but it seemed to me that it was still very early in the morning. I looked at the door still asleep and saw the line of light that lit up the bedroom a little, enough to find my shoes and go take a shower in my bathroom. Ready and somewhat disheveled, I fearfully opened the door expecting to see something strange behind it. Perhaps I expected to find him in his pajamas walking in front of the window, or in his robe and socks with a hot cup of tea in his hand... All these images seemed too funny to be true and, curious, I flung open the door. Snape was sitting at his desk, dressed in his usual black robes, jotting down something with his quill on a piece of parchment.
―Good morning, you overslept too much today Rosenberg. Go to your bedroom before your roommates find out you're gone. Come on, get out of here.
His words hit me like cold water on a winter night. He didn't even deign to look me in the face when he spoke to me. I suppressed the tears that were about to fall down my cheeks. I bit my lip to suppress the terrible urge I had to scream and cry at him. His behavior was not normal, it was driving me completely crazy. I walked briskly to the door and ran out with no time to lose. He never deserved a single caress, not a single kiss, not one more tear. Last night we played kissing tenderly. But this morning though, you were the same old snake. And it hurts... Of course it hurt. It was such an immense burning that it did not let me breathe. As soon as I got to the common room I grabbed my wand and locked myself in the bathroom, did a silencing charm and burst into tears. Heartbroken I cried for having been an idiot to think for a second that I meant something to him. The air escaped from my chest with pain because of my crying and my anguished moans. I saw my appearance in the mirror. A red-faced girl glared at me, her eyes shining with tears and her brown hair matted. My body reacted before I could stop it and my fist went straight into the mirror, the mirror shattering into sparkling pieces in all directions. Luckily, I wasn't bad at fixing objects, but healing silly wounds wasn't my thing... My hand was bleeding and strange as it was, that physical pain relieved the pain in my chest. I wrapped her in a bandage and went to the bathtub to relax for a while.
After an hour in the bathroom crying, I returned to my single bed, which I should never have gotten out of. Gisselle and Vanessa were awake but they didn't flinch from my presence, they discussed what happened with Sarah while I covered myself entirely with the sheets so as not to see them.
―Up Rosenberg! Don't fall asleep, tomorrow our train leaves for London. ―Vanessa told me trying to irritate me.
―Do you think she'll have somewhere to go back to? ―asked the other stupid.
I finally had to get dressed and go out to my common room for the two harpies to leave me alone. My luggage was ready to be collected from the room, I only had my wand in my right boot as a precaution. I was pacing back and forth looking at my dark blue t-shirt with "Game Over" written in white letters across the center. Would Snape take the hint? I suppose not, and that exacerbated me.
Walking down the stairs from the girls' dorms, my sister, Susan, and Darla were chatting amicably about something. Isobel no longer seemed ill, on the contrary, she was radiant. Her skin was luminous and her eyes were expressive and alive. She was wearing a green strapless dress and the pendant I had put on her was still on hers. What Snape had given me were pearls. But of course when she returned to her normal state, also her tempestuous character had returned with her, as well as her bad ideas.
―Good morning Elinor, where did you buy those boots? At the goblin market?
Both of her harpies roared with laughter at her comment about my boots, and I almost cracked a smile. Not from her comment, but from how good she looked today. There was no color between yesterday's Izzie and today's Izzie, they were two different people. She looked at me haughty and followed her swagger until she left the common room, I imagine she was going to have breakfast like the others who were leaving. I was very happy to see my sister healthy, but as much as I thought, I couldn't understand what had happened to her health in those days. Luckily everything had already happened and I didn't need anything to regret.
I waited another fifteen minutes to go down. I didn't want to run into those three and be punished, today I had to investigate around the castle. Anything could be of great help. I walked quickly down the hall to the dungeons until I reached the stairs, his office door was closed and surely the bat would be upstairs as well. I hated that scoundrel with all my might.
I pursed my lips and nervously climbed the stairs. In the large dining room all the classes had breakfast quietly. The buzz in the room was frantic, and everyone was eating and chatting excitedly. All the tables were cheerful except mine, which glimpsed some bad omen. On the contrary, my sister seemed very happy, like a rose among the thistles, she was talkative and lively.
I sat in my usual seat. Isobel looked at me for a moment and followed her conversation with the harpies, they were listening to her very attentively. Isobel knew how to stand out in a crowd, she had always known how to do it. With dyed blonde hair and dazzling brown eyes, my sister was everyone's favorite of the two. But as much as I loved her, deep down I knew that her only reason in life was for me to suffer until I died. That bitch couldn't see my face even in paint, and I was starting to feel like our relationship was doomed. Susan Wells's laughter interrupted the train of my thoughts, making me pay attention to what they were saying in the middle of the table.
―LOL seriously? I can not believe it!
―Well believe it, I haven't been more serious in my life. ―Izzie said, taking a sip from her glass.
―Hahaha… By the way Izzie, where's Darla? ―Wells asked matter-of-factly.
―She's "you know where" and "you know who with". ―Saying this, my sister smiled mischievously.
―With Derek Chase in the bathrooms? What a whor...
―Shut the fuck up Susan, what do you want the whole fucking school to know about? ―Izzie said angrily.
Apparently Darla Johnson was making out with Brenda's boyfriend, and it seemed to be a top-stakes secret. My sister looked at me again, she knew I was listening to them. Her lips curved into a hideous smile. This was a provocation, a challenge. The way she was looking at me told me that she was hiding something from me, but I didn't know what… It was like she was trying to tell me something. Was that harpy trying to tell me something? But what?
A shiver ran down my spine, my hair stood on end as if we were under a cruel and cold wind. I understood everything, the laughter, the questions, the low voice... Izzie was worried about Darla, now I saw it clearly. All the pieces fit together perfectly. I got up from the table, taking one last sip from my glass, pumpkin juice would never be so orange again. I ran to the door of the dining room ready to go to the bathrooms when suddenly Derek crossed the threshold...and he came alone.
I approached him with unusual naturalness to ask him about Darla. But he not only adamantly denied that he hadn't seen her, but that he didn't know who she was... One of two things, either Derek Chase was a big cheating liar or my sister was up to something big. And I could shake if it was the second option. Derek went to the table to sit down and I just stood there not knowing what to do or what to think. I saw how Susan asked the young man too, he shook his head again a couple of times and Susan's face went from joy to confusion. My sister made a small gesture of shrugging her shoulders very calmly. I'd bet my neck that she knew exactly where Darla was at that very moment, and I couldn't take her nonsense any longer from her. I walked very determined to the table, when I got to their places I hit the table with my hands to impose a little authority that vanished as soon as they saw my face.
―You know where she is! ―I snapped at Isobel.
―Rosenberg, why don't you get out of here?! ―Susan said, not understanding my reaction.
―Know where she is, who? ―Ray Williams asked, sitting next to Derek.
―Darla Johnson, my sister thinks I kidnapped her, Ray.
Ray Williams was the brother of Gisselle, my roommate. He was in seventh grade with Fiona, Katherine, and Derek. He was a very handsome boy, with virile features and jet-black hair. But besides all those superficial virtues he was prefect of my house. One of the longest serving prefects.
―So, why did you only know that she was with Derek? ―I said already exasperated.
―Because she gave me this note herself, asshole.
She took out from under the table a yellowed piece of paper, with a short text written in a way that seemed to have been written in a great hurry. Isobel looked at me victoriously, gloating that she had won me over. But it wasn't going to be like that, I wasn't going to give up so quickly, much less without a fight. What did it matter if her stupid friends were looking at me? I just wanted to be sure that all the girls were safe, especially her, who was the one I loved the most.
―It's true Rosenberg, I saw how she gave her the note a while ago. ―Wells said arrogantly.
They all stared at my bewildered face. And I quickly found another loophole in her lame excuse.
―But Derek didn't know about that, so something else must have happened with her.
―Nonsense Elinor, Darla must be with some guy out there. ―said my sister. ―No need to worry.
―I think Eli is right.
A familiar voice came from behind me, that voice seemed to be at my side. I turned and I could see Sarah's face, her eyes sparkled at seeing me happy. I practically pounced on her to hug her, in a few days I had grown fonder of her than Isobel. It seemed that her skin had completely regained its natural color in a few hours with Madam Pomfrey.
―Sarah! ―I said elated when I saw her.
At that moment I forgot everything that was happening and I stayed with her talking about our things at the table. She was telling me how Professor Snape assaulted her last night (which was later disproved by Dumbledore) and left her unconscious on the floor. I related the director's words to her and she told me that he had visited her but that she couldn't tell me what they had been talking about. The atmosphere of the table slowly returned to its natural state and talk flowed between the groups of people present there. There were no classes, we would have the whole day to ourselves inside the castle. The boys began to spread out to kill time before eating. Some would go for their study books, others would go to their common rooms and others would take out boards with board games. Sarah and I were playing wizard's chess before lunch, she was excellent at that game and she almost always beat me. I let myself be advised so that she could help me to beat her but there was no way to do it. When it was time to eat at the Slytherin table, Darla was still missing. I was looking at Sarah with an air of concern and she seemed to want to comfort me with an insufficient smile. Grace was sitting across from us with her blonde ringlets. She flipped her steak halfheartedly.
―I think we should tell someone. ―I whispered to Sarah.
Sarah seemed instantly to understand my sorrow.
―Who do you suggest we tell? ―she said, coming closer to me.
―Dumbledore, or Professor McGonagall, either one.
―And Professor Snape? He is our head of house. ―Sarah said, puzzled.
―No, not him. He will do whatever Dumbledore tells him to do.
―Elinor… ―Sarah's eyes widened. ―How do you know that?
―I mean, it's the headmaster he's supposed to obey him, right? Let's go.
We got up from the table calmly and serenely, we should not raise unnecessary suspicions. Grace looked at us a little strangely, and when she went to ask us we disappeared from her sight. We crossed the corridor until we reached the teachers' table, the director sitting in the middle of the big table, talking sweetly to Professor McGonagall, she straightened up and with a serious face, nodding from time to time with a smile. We stood before him without saying a word, I lost my speech and I think Sarah did too. But the Gryffindor head of house immediately saw us standing there and she made a very bad face when she saw how we were going to interrupt her meal.
―Professor Dumbledore, we're sorry to bother you but we think it's important.
I said, calling his attention, his gaze behind the half-moon glass seemed for a few moments disconcerted. Finally he looked at both of us and let us continue talking.
―Darla Johnson sir, we believe she is missing.
Friday afternoon
Slytherin common room
My common room wasn't one of the prettiest in the school, but after years of living there it had become comfortable. The green light that emanated from the lamps next to the brightness of the lake gave us the sensation of being under its murky waters. The stone wall provided the humidity and the fish that swam through the windows made the marine atmosphere. We were locked up here since lunch, only the search teams of the prefects could go in and out, that is, about four boys from each house. The teachers also searched like crazy for the castle. Dumbledore's jaw dropped when Sarah and I told him about Darla's strange disappearance, even informing him of my sister's note. Of course, she coldly denied having anything to do with her whereabouts. That little bitch knew something...
―Don't worry, Eli, they'll find her. ―Sarah told me from a black leather chair.
―I'm worried that they'll find her dead. And that while everyone is looking they take someone else.
―If they took someone they should take Elinor Rosenberg. ―Vanessa said, sitting down next to Sarah. ―Oh wow, you're there, didn't I say it out loud?
―Vanessa, that was very cruel!
Sarah snapped at her with a murderous look. But I wasn't there anymore, thanks to Vanessa the fake blonde, I had remembered my plan to get Alice's killers caught. I had to let myself get caught by them and then I would have a divine opportunity to achieve my goal of revenge. I walked out the common room door, past Vanessa and Gisselle's warnings to rat me out to Ray, Gisselle's prefect brother. I wasn't afraid of them, besides Snape had detention me for the rest of the year here. I ran through the long corridor of the dungeons until I reached the stairs where the girls usually disappear. I studied the structure of the wall, the windows over the stairwell with a thirty-foot drop to the school lawn. The corridor above the stairs that after going through it led us to the large dining room. I couldn't see anything unusual or strange there. The polished rock decorations above the arches were the only details that could make me uneasy. I sat on the top step, looking under my feet at the grand staircase and at the end of it at the floor of the dungeon corridor. The torches began to go out unexpectedly down the corridor. One by one the torches from the corridor to the dungeons went out leaving a dark and sinister path. They were coming for me.
A hooded figure appeared from the shadows, taking up position at the head of the stairs. I quickly stood up and took the wand from my right boot. We were one against one and I could finally see who was the cause of so much misfortune at Hogwarts. But it didn't end there, a second slightly taller figure emerged on the left and a third one emerged on the right, almost the same size as the second. Now the duel and my life were disputed in a fine thread that could be broken in a brief moment. The three hooded men began to cautiously climb the stairs, bringing with them a halo of darkness and gloom. I aimed at their heads not knowing what else to do... What was I doing now?
"When you feel that your life is in danger, your first instinct is to flee."
I took a few steps back until I hit the wall, where the stained-glass windows let in the afternoon light. It didn't take long for the figures in black to catch up with me, the central figure making a hand signal and the other two drawing their wands on the spot. From one of his wands came a blood-red bolt, probably an expelliarmus to disarm me.
―Protego! ―I yelled, scared.
A sky-blue shield bloomed from my wand, completely absorbing his attack. But they didn't seem surprised or scared, the central figure raised his left hand and the other two put away their wands. I was afraid that this time, they were not going to disarm me... they were going to kill me, I was completely sure. My body shook when that hooded man raised his wand to my chest. And then my body acted again without warning. I jumped through the window next to me, rushing down with thousands of colored crystals. With the wand in my right hand I had no choice.
―Arresto momentum! ―I yelled as I fell with the crystals.
Just in time it worked and my feet gently touched the grass. As soon as I kept my balance, I started running through the Hogwarts gardens, getting further and further away. In the background I could see Hagrid's house and luckily Fang was lying on the porch in the cool of the afternoon, as the sun had almost disappeared from the sky. At a certain point I turned my head to see if they were following me but no. Fearful I ran and ran to the point of failing my strength. Adrenaline and fear took over me. Nobody had seen me? Nobody heard the noise of the crystals? No, no one had seen anything and I was alone and helpless until I got to Hagrid's house. But suddenly… One of the black figures appeared in front of me, raising his wand at me. A bolt of lightning hit my face, plunging my mind into total darkness. That's it, it's over. ''Game Over'' I had lost and they had won. At least Isobel would be safe.
"Now mine was in that kind of danger, but I couldn't run away."
I woke up after a few hours to the smell of earth and the heat of the fire. My eyes widened slowly, dazzled by its brilliant flame. The first thing I noticed was the pressure my body was subjected to, I was tied to the trunk of a tree in the middle of the forbidden forest. The trunk scraped my arms and the ties cut the blood that reached my wrists. As much as I stretched, they couldn't get them to loosen. On the other side of the fire I saw a kind of stone altar and some objects placed on its lap. I couldn't make out what they were about, but that madness couldn't be anything other than the call to Saint Meh. Darla Johnson was to my right, unconscious and tied to another tree. I tried to call her up so we could somehow get out of there before...
―You still don't understand, foolish Rosenberg.
That voice... that voice was too familiar to me. Out of the gloom the three figures swathed in thick black cloaks came out again, putting any plan of escape out of reach. The three individuals calmly removed their hoods and for the first time I could see their faces. The figure in the center, the leader of the group, was someone I had never had a conversation with. He was a boy from my own house, he was in seventh grade and many times I had seen him surrounded by people. Kevin Foster was the one in charge of the group of assassins and the other two... when I saw his face, horror invaded my entire being. My house prefect, Ray Williams, and on the other side was Derek Chase, Brenda's cute boyfriend. His faces deformed by his malice gave me bad omens of my destiny. My life was going to end there, between the fire and the darkness of the forest. I began to cry in panic, I moaned closing my eyes. In there no one would hear us if we shouted and everyone was looking in the wrong place, inside the castle, when it was at the edge of the forest that Brenda appeared.
―It was you bastards! You killed Alice! Why!? What can be worth so much to take a life?
―The power. You found out about our plans with Saint Meh when you entered the forbidden section and since then we wanted to kill you, but when we found out that you were a virgin... we had a better idea. ―Kevin Foster laughed. ―Your friend Alice resisted too much and we had to kill her. It was a shame since she was a virgin, not like the others. Brenda we found out she wasn't a virgin but that was Derek's fault… Amy McClean wasn't a virgin either, we had fun with her and then left her lying around. Your friend Sarah Harris was miraculously saved because you came and surprised me. I almost laughed at your idiot face, watching Professor Snape kill a student. Darla was our last hope, and you almost fell for it this morning. You should have gone to the bathroom and we would have caught you there, but there were complications... And now shut up if you don't want to die before your time.
His version of the story was told calmly, as if the murder and kidnapping of young people was the most normal thing in the world for him. My mind got stuck, at this point my brain shut down. I did not want to hear another story of how they had beaten or raped my companions. They turned and went to the stone altar. Derek brought a cauldron from the trees, hidden for the night. While Ray brought a bag of ingredients to take to the altar. Kevin drew a circle of protection on the ground with white salt.
―You have to get us out of here! ―I screamed desperate and scared to death. Kevin gave me a weary look and quickly stepped in front of me.
―Neither of you are going anywhere. Do you see that altar? I've been preparing it for weeks, it must be just as the book says. In addition to the infinite ingredients, such as rotten mandrake roots, white cat's paws, lobalug poison, three worms, crushed hornworms... And the most important, the heart of a virgin ripped out alive. What's wrong, Elinor? You are white. When everything is ready, we will place the heart on the altar, still hot, and pour the potion on it. When the heart begins to beat again, pronounce the incantation that will summon Saint Meh and then stab the heart in exchange. This ritual serves to release the spirit of Saint Meh and this will grant us the demonic power of him. The only thing that has failed us is the tool for the exchange.
―W-what do you mean? ―I asked, about to lose consciousness.
―The knife with which we were going to slash your chest, Elinor, unfortunately fell into Snape's hands due to an oversight. That dagger has some special magic arts, we got it in Knockturn Alley at a very good price. According to what they told us in the store, whoever wields it burns with the desire to kill and harm others. I hope that bat hurts someone soon.―he laughed out loud. ―Well, it's time to say goodbye...
―No… Please Kevin, please.
―It's too late Rosenberg, too late.
―Aaaaahhh!
He raised his wand and pointed it at my face, a red bolt of lightning was the last thing I saw before my being fell into the void of my mind. I was going to die, I knew it, sooner or later I knew it would happen. But my death had been too soon, I had not enjoyed my life. Severus hadn't even said goodbye to you. And now that I knew what had happened with you I felt so bad and you would never know it. I love you Severus.
"Maybe I was doomed to die…"