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Prologue: So long ago...
Severus Snape found himself staring at the entrance to a dark and menacing looking alley. He knew exactly what was about to happen on this night. He clutched his torn robes to try to shut out the cold, biting wind that penetrated them so easily. Trudging on further in to what he perceived as an earthly hell he knew what he had to do. If only for the sake of sparing a fellow wizard or witch the cruciatus spell and imminent death later.
This is how his master, Voldemort wanted him to prove his loyalty to the Deatheaters,by taking the life they had set for him at the end of the alley. He knew he had to do it to gain what he so wanted in life and no one was going to stop him. Walking down the alley, his boots scraping over the cobblestone street was the only thing he heard, aside from his own racing heartbeat and quickening breath. Taking out the sword that Voldemort had given him to use instead of his wand now felt like it weighed a ton. The black metal reflecting darkly the moonlight. He looked at the ornately made hilt with the deepest reddest blood ruby he had ever seen in his short life glow as if it were alive and awaiting it's meal. He saluted quickly in honor of his new master and trudged on each step taking him closer to his prey.
Tied to an offering post the robed figured stood. As he got closer he seen the blindfold and the gag in place and almost sighed in relief. At least they would not see the devilish looking blade coming to taste their hot blood, nor would they see the boy that held it, making him feel guilty beyond a doubt. He walked closer, gauging the fear of the female that was about to be spared. Voldemort told him it was a Mudblood who so foolishly called his attention and asked a simple question. He narrowed his eyes, oh how he hated muggles and mudbloods. When he was smaller and was forced in to their world they taunted him ,relentlessly beat him till he was bloody and broken in a gutter ,and stole from him his meager possesions,keep sakes of his mother...oh how this revenge would be ever so sweet. He brought the blade tip and carefully touched her cheek with it drawing a small dot of blood. Like a rabbit caught by the hawk she froze and whimpered.
Severus knew if she hadn't the gag, she would be begging for her life. fortunately she did have it or he could have lost his nerve. He smiled at the power he felt as he watched her trying to pull away from the sword. He loved it, just as Voldemort had said he would. Growing more bold he stepped forward and reached out to caress her cheek. She tossed her head as if his touch were like a hot brand. He laughed and grabbed her throat and squeezed viciously Oh how Voldemort would be proud of him. Watching as she fought to breathe or at least break his grip she tried in vain to pull away. He only smiled and let her go she coughed and sputtered through her gag trying to spit it out to get a good lungful of air. With only a shred of human compassion he decided to end her suffering. He took careful aim and placed the blade tip to where her heart lay. Feeling the cold steel penetrate,invading her skin the female began a new frenzied struggle to get away she started to scream through the gag, her tears glinting in the moonlight like liquid diamond.
Suddenly the rest of his DeathEater brothers and sisters appeared soundlessly to witness their newest members initiation. Even Voldemort who stood in the center of the group watched in anticipation. Getting the courage he unmercifully ripped the gag off the girl. She begged for mercy,her voice hoarse and raw sounding. He had already pushed the blade almost two inches in to the girls chest. Far too in shock to do anything but gasp like a fish out of water he watched her mouth open and close. Suddenly he snarled and brutally forced the blade all the way through her body. She screamed out in pain.
He smiled as he felt a few warm droplets splatter on his cheek, he grinned wildly as the scream only the dying could produce rung in his ears. At last he was a fully fledged Deatheater! As a DeathEater he could take more revenge on those who had hurt him, even if they had never seen him before. He held the power to make sure his parents rested in peace now. This girl was going to be the first among hundreds and perhaps hundreds of thousands He belonged to the DeathEaters,and he vowed to follow Voldemort to see his goals and ideals succeed with out trouble. Looking at the now dying girl he decided to show her the moon one last time. He ripped away the blindfold and forced her head up,almost snapping her neck in the process he forced her to look at the moon. She did, she had enough strength to keep her head up and gaze for the last time mouthing inaudible words to the moon. Severus only narrowed his eyes and ripped the blade from her chest. In the pale moonlight he seen her life blood gush from the wound for a second. He looked at the blade and seen the dark blood drip to the cobblestone street. Her blood, she collapsed to the ground the last of her blood soaking in to her robes This mudblood was no more.
Voldemort Walked up behind him, as he stared at the now chilled blood. He whispered to Severus in a fatherly tone "Well done my boy, well done...one day you might be one of my hands..."Turning to the rest of the DeathEaters Voldemort roared in triumph and announced loudly "ON TO THE BLOODING FEAST!" And the crowd of DeathEaters crowded around the young Severus clapping him on the back,shaking his hand,gazing at the still bloody sword and ushering him back out the way he came. innocently unaware of what he had truly done.
Prologue: So long ago...
Severus Snape found himself staring at the entrance to a dark and menacing looking alley. He knew exactly what was about to happen on this night. He clutched his torn robes to try to shut out the cold, biting wind that penetrated them so easily. Trudging on further in to what he perceived as an earthly hell he knew what he had to do. If only for the sake of sparing a fellow wizard or witch the cruciatus spell and imminent death later.
This is how his master, Voldemort wanted him to prove his loyalty to the Deatheaters,by taking the life they had set for him at the end of the alley. He knew he had to do it to gain what he so wanted in life and no one was going to stop him. Walking down the alley, his boots scraping over the cobblestone street was the only thing he heard, aside from his own racing heartbeat and quickening breath. Taking out the sword that Voldemort had given him to use instead of his wand now felt like it weighed a ton. The black metal reflecting darkly the moonlight. He looked at the ornately made hilt with the deepest reddest blood ruby he had ever seen in his short life glow as if it were alive and awaiting it's meal. He saluted quickly in honor of his new master and trudged on each step taking him closer to his prey.
Tied to an offering post the robed figured stood. As he got closer he seen the blindfold and the gag in place and almost sighed in relief. At least they would not see the devilish looking blade coming to taste their hot blood, nor would they see the boy that held it, making him feel guilty beyond a doubt. He walked closer, gauging the fear of the female that was about to be spared. Voldemort told him it was a Mudblood who so foolishly called his attention and asked a simple question. He narrowed his eyes, oh how he hated muggles and mudbloods. When he was smaller and was forced in to their world they taunted him ,relentlessly beat him till he was bloody and broken in a gutter ,and stole from him his meager possesions,keep sakes of his mother...oh how this revenge would be ever so sweet. He brought the blade tip and carefully touched her cheek with it drawing a small dot of blood. Like a rabbit caught by the hawk she froze and whimpered.
Severus knew if she hadn't the gag, she would be begging for her life. fortunately she did have it or he could have lost his nerve. He smiled at the power he felt as he watched her trying to pull away from the sword. He loved it, just as Voldemort had said he would. Growing more bold he stepped forward and reached out to caress her cheek. She tossed her head as if his touch were like a hot brand. He laughed and grabbed her throat and squeezed viciously Oh how Voldemort would be proud of him. Watching as she fought to breathe or at least break his grip she tried in vain to pull away. He only smiled and let her go she coughed and sputtered through her gag trying to spit it out to get a good lungful of air. With only a shred of human compassion he decided to end her suffering. He took careful aim and placed the blade tip to where her heart lay. Feeling the cold steel penetrate,invading her skin the female began a new frenzied struggle to get away she started to scream through the gag, her tears glinting in the moonlight like liquid diamond.
Suddenly the rest of his DeathEater brothers and sisters appeared soundlessly to witness their newest members initiation. Even Voldemort who stood in the center of the group watched in anticipation. Getting the courage he unmercifully ripped the gag off the girl. She begged for mercy,her voice hoarse and raw sounding. He had already pushed the blade almost two inches in to the girls chest. Far too in shock to do anything but gasp like a fish out of water he watched her mouth open and close. Suddenly he snarled and brutally forced the blade all the way through her body. She screamed out in pain.
He smiled as he felt a few warm droplets splatter on his cheek, he grinned wildly as the scream only the dying could produce rung in his ears. At last he was a fully fledged Deatheater! As a DeathEater he could take more revenge on those who had hurt him, even if they had never seen him before. He held the power to make sure his parents rested in peace now. This girl was going to be the first among hundreds and perhaps hundreds of thousands He belonged to the DeathEaters,and he vowed to follow Voldemort to see his goals and ideals succeed with out trouble. Looking at the now dying girl he decided to show her the moon one last time. He ripped away the blindfold and forced her head up,almost snapping her neck in the process he forced her to look at the moon. She did, she had enough strength to keep her head up and gaze for the last time mouthing inaudible words to the moon. Severus only narrowed his eyes and ripped the blade from her chest. In the pale moonlight he seen her life blood gush from the wound for a second. He looked at the blade and seen the dark blood drip to the cobblestone street. Her blood, she collapsed to the ground the last of her blood soaking in to her robes This mudblood was no more.
Voldemort Walked up behind him, as he stared at the now chilled blood. He whispered to Severus in a fatherly tone "Well done my boy, well done...one day you might be one of my hands..."Turning to the rest of the DeathEaters Voldemort roared in triumph and announced loudly "ON TO THE BLOODING FEAST!" And the crowd of DeathEaters crowded around the young Severus clapping him on the back,shaking his hand,gazing at the still bloody sword and ushering him back out the way he came. innocently unaware of what he had truly done.