I stare blankly at the mark on my arm. Its inky blankness stains my soul. I
trace a finger gently over it. It feels the same as the rest of my arm, yet
it does not. Physically it feels the same but it seems to radiate menace. I
blink once, my cold eyes now hidden behind a sparkling mask. I tug the
sleeve over the mark.
I feel someone bump into me. I reach for my wand. Preparing to curse the perpetrator into oblivion. But as I look closer I realise I can not curse him, he is my intended. The person who my father has promised to me. I smirk at him. Draco winks at me and saunters off. He can not do anything more. We all have games we have to play. To do more would give the game away.
I here a voice calling me I turn to see who it is. My lip subconsciously curls up in disgust. I turn back pretending I did not hear them. I skirt round a corner and manage to lose them. Slowly I saunter down to the dungeon. My father is waiting.
I let myself into his quarters. And drop all my masks and charms. It is quite a change. My long black hair matches my obsidian eyes. My father addresses me. Asks how my meeting with the dark lord went. I blink slowly and roll up my sleeve. He smiles proudly. Proud that his only son, Salazar Snape, has joined the ranks of the Death Eaters. I smile coldly in return. I turn to leave the room. Throwing up all my charms and masks as I go. I leave the room as I had entered.
As Harry James Potter.
And none of the muggle loving fools have any idea of the snake that lives in their nest. When I am through, the world will cry.
I feel someone bump into me. I reach for my wand. Preparing to curse the perpetrator into oblivion. But as I look closer I realise I can not curse him, he is my intended. The person who my father has promised to me. I smirk at him. Draco winks at me and saunters off. He can not do anything more. We all have games we have to play. To do more would give the game away.
I here a voice calling me I turn to see who it is. My lip subconsciously curls up in disgust. I turn back pretending I did not hear them. I skirt round a corner and manage to lose them. Slowly I saunter down to the dungeon. My father is waiting.
I let myself into his quarters. And drop all my masks and charms. It is quite a change. My long black hair matches my obsidian eyes. My father addresses me. Asks how my meeting with the dark lord went. I blink slowly and roll up my sleeve. He smiles proudly. Proud that his only son, Salazar Snape, has joined the ranks of the Death Eaters. I smile coldly in return. I turn to leave the room. Throwing up all my charms and masks as I go. I leave the room as I had entered.
As Harry James Potter.
And none of the muggle loving fools have any idea of the snake that lives in their nest. When I am through, the world will cry.