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Draco waited until the corridors were empty to go to classes now. He hated being around people; he hated the feeling of hatred he felt towards them all. He sat at the back of classrooms and tried to make his brain work instead of playing all his horrible memories through his mind. He ate only in the evenings when the hall was clearing so as not to be spoken to, and he did homework in the dormitory. He was so nervous, that just when he felt sick he thought the icy possession was coming over him again, growing in him, feeding on him; but usually it was because he was hungry or was too tired. He was so tired, he could not remember when he last slept properly; not that he remembered anything anymore, and it was all just a blur.
That evening, he had just lent around a corner to check if anyone was in the corridor, when he heard a voice calling his name. He jumped, and looked quickly behind him to see Snape striding towards him.
"Ah, Draco, there you are," he said silkily. He put a hand on Draco's shoulder and started steering him back down the corridor, to his office.
"I think you and I need a little chat. This way." He led Draco into the office and conjured a chair with his wand. The chair landed softly at Draco's feet. He hesitated, and then sat down. Snape lent on the desk and stared at Draco. Draco didn't look up; Snape might see through him and see the horror corrupting inside him, or the terrible memories that kept on playing in his mind. Instead he stared at the floor.
"There is something wrong with you, Draco, and I can see it," he said, his voice edged with anxiety. Draco continued to stare at the stone floor.
"I have just spoken with Potter. Strange tales he told me." Snape's voice faded from Draco's mind as the horribly familiar iciness started creeping up through his body, smothering him. His eyes fell out of focus and the terrible anger rose in his stomach once more, choking him. He felt his hand slip into his robes and he pulled out his wand, uncontrollably. He gripped it tight. Then, the coldness crept up around his neck, around his face, past his mouth, up to his eyes, so close.
He stood up, his eyes narrowing as they fixed on Snape. He was raising his wand, pointing it at him.
"Crucio!" he cried. He couldn't think; he couldn't stop it! Then he started to laugh, a high pitched mirthless laugh, echoing around the dungeon. But as soon as he stopped laughing and shuddering began all over his body, he was shivering, he was so cold, and then so hot! He was burning, burning as though every nerve in him was on fire. He couldn't stop it, it was controlling him! And then the pain reached its peak and he felt like he had exploded. He knew now, he knew it had taken him.
He shut his eyes and opened them sharply. He smiled; smiled a terrible, malicious smile and pulled his wand away from the jerking, twitching Snape. Snape lay in a crumpled heap on the floor and tried to get up. Draco walked around him.
"Expelliarmus!" he pointed his wand at the slouched figure, lazily. Snape's wand flew out of his hand and landed softly in Draco's outstretched hand. He waved his wand at it and what seemed like a rope of flame wrapped itself around the thin piece of wood, and it burst into flames. He continued to walk around Snape who had looked up at him.
"So," said Draco slyly.
"This is where you've been hiding all these years, Severus." Snape's black eyes were widening in horror.
"What are you doing?" he gasped, trying to stand up.
"Who are you?" Draco laughed softly.
"Crucio." He muttered, sighing. Snape was thrown back onto the floor and began to writhe and shriek again, as though every nerve in his body was on fire. Draco began to laugh once more in that uncharacteristically high voice. He lifted his wand. He grabbed the trembling Snape and threw him against the wall, laughing softly in his ear.
"Who am I?" he mocked, and then his voice turned angry.
"Forgotten already, Snape? Forgotten your vow to serve me eternally? Dismissed me as though I was a common servant!" He threw Snape back onto the floor, his face full of loathing.
"Licaratus!" he yelled spitefully. The spell hit Snape's foot and immediately the shoe covering his foot started to turn a steely, grey colour, and then what looked like molten steel began to creep up his ankle. Snape sat up and jerked his leg away from him, but with some effort; the foot seemed very heavy. The molten steel was creeping up his leg now and Snape was trying to push it off but it didn't stop. In a matter of seconds it was climbing up his chest; Snape clutched at it, and his breathing became short and strangled. Past his collar; He clutched desperately at his throat, scratching at the steel covering him. Up to his chin, past his mouth, past his nose. His eyes looked so terrified, so helpless that Draco laughed louder, enjoying watching Snape so fearful. As the molten steel covered the last strand of greasy black hair on Snape's head, Snape was nothing more than a statue; a statue expressing the obvious pain and fear he had felt. Draco left the statue for a moment, watching with glee as it glinted in the firelight. His laugh decreased to a soft chuckle and he raised his wand once more, muttered a few words, and the molten steel suffocating Snape slithered off of him leaving him gasping and retching on the ground.
"Remember that one, Severus?" Draco asked softly, moving closer to the panting, crouched figure.
"One of your favourites, I recall." He began walking around Snape once more, then he flicked his wand and Snape was thrown into his desk. Draco strode over and lent next to the twitching man.
"Let me give you a hand." He said silkily, one of his hands protruding towards Snape. Snape lifted his head, his eyes watering with pain and fear.
"You!" he whispered, still violently shaking. Draco chuckled softly once more and grabbed his arm. Snape shrieked as though his arm had just been burnt off. Draco's grin widened as he ripped the arm of Snape's black robes off, and stared at the ugly mark burning jet-black on Snape's forearm. He laid one finger playfully on Snape's arm and circled the Dark Mark burning upon it. Snape turned his eyes to Draco's face once more, trying to read the expression on it. Draco carried on encircling the mark, almost lovingly. Then his eyes darted to Snape's, malice corrupting inside them.
"Shall I?" he asked playfully, drawing his finger dangerously close to the mark.
"Why! We could have a little reunion; invite all our old friends. I'm sure they'd all be glad to see you, to express their gratitude to you for being so loyal." He lifted his finger and let it linger closely above the mark. He began to laugh again, softly, cruelly, and stood up, withdrawing his finger.
"Arcitis!" he cried, angry once more. Snape watched in horror as his hands changed from smooth skin, to wrinkly, blemished, knotted fingers. Snape raised the elderly hands to his face and his eyes widened in shock. Draco seemed amused at Snape's disbelief.
"I hear you are Potions Master here in the school, Severus." He spat, a cruel smile curling his mouth.
"But what is a potion maker without his hands?" he began to laugh again; that cold, mirthless laugh. Snape put his elderly hands to his ears, trying to block the sound.
"No." he whispered shakily.
"Please, no." Draco laughed louder, and harder. His voice echoed around the office immensely. Snape drew his knees to him and curled his arms around them, shaking.
"Your pleading does not soften me, Severus; I have no mercy for you." He threw back his head in disgust.
"You would have gone far with me, but it seems Dumbledore must have won you over in the end..." He bent down so he was facing Snape.
"Where is Dumbledore now, Severus?" Snape looked into the slit- like eyes and admitted defeat. Where was Dumbledore? Then a surge of strength rose up in the weak man and he propped himself up against the desk.
"Unlike you," Snape choked.
"I don't need other people to fight my battles for me." For a moment Draco looked as though he had been slapped very hard in the face, but then he regained himself and put on a very strained smile.
"You were foolish to meddle with me, Severus, very foolish." He raised his wand, and spoke those fatal words, clearly, and simply.
"Avada Kedavra!" A flash of green light shot from Draco's wand and glowed brightly around Snape for a moment, and then vanished. Snape was dead.
Draco laughed softly and stood over the lifeless body. He made his way up the corridor, and when he passed through the entrance to the Entrance Hall, and towards the great oak doors to the Great Hall, he thought to himself: Who will stop me now? He is mine; Harry Potter is mine!
Draco waited until the corridors were empty to go to classes now. He hated being around people; he hated the feeling of hatred he felt towards them all. He sat at the back of classrooms and tried to make his brain work instead of playing all his horrible memories through his mind. He ate only in the evenings when the hall was clearing so as not to be spoken to, and he did homework in the dormitory. He was so nervous, that just when he felt sick he thought the icy possession was coming over him again, growing in him, feeding on him; but usually it was because he was hungry or was too tired. He was so tired, he could not remember when he last slept properly; not that he remembered anything anymore, and it was all just a blur.
That evening, he had just lent around a corner to check if anyone was in the corridor, when he heard a voice calling his name. He jumped, and looked quickly behind him to see Snape striding towards him.
"Ah, Draco, there you are," he said silkily. He put a hand on Draco's shoulder and started steering him back down the corridor, to his office.
"I think you and I need a little chat. This way." He led Draco into the office and conjured a chair with his wand. The chair landed softly at Draco's feet. He hesitated, and then sat down. Snape lent on the desk and stared at Draco. Draco didn't look up; Snape might see through him and see the horror corrupting inside him, or the terrible memories that kept on playing in his mind. Instead he stared at the floor.
"There is something wrong with you, Draco, and I can see it," he said, his voice edged with anxiety. Draco continued to stare at the stone floor.
"I have just spoken with Potter. Strange tales he told me." Snape's voice faded from Draco's mind as the horribly familiar iciness started creeping up through his body, smothering him. His eyes fell out of focus and the terrible anger rose in his stomach once more, choking him. He felt his hand slip into his robes and he pulled out his wand, uncontrollably. He gripped it tight. Then, the coldness crept up around his neck, around his face, past his mouth, up to his eyes, so close.
He stood up, his eyes narrowing as they fixed on Snape. He was raising his wand, pointing it at him.
"Crucio!" he cried. He couldn't think; he couldn't stop it! Then he started to laugh, a high pitched mirthless laugh, echoing around the dungeon. But as soon as he stopped laughing and shuddering began all over his body, he was shivering, he was so cold, and then so hot! He was burning, burning as though every nerve in him was on fire. He couldn't stop it, it was controlling him! And then the pain reached its peak and he felt like he had exploded. He knew now, he knew it had taken him.
He shut his eyes and opened them sharply. He smiled; smiled a terrible, malicious smile and pulled his wand away from the jerking, twitching Snape. Snape lay in a crumpled heap on the floor and tried to get up. Draco walked around him.
"Expelliarmus!" he pointed his wand at the slouched figure, lazily. Snape's wand flew out of his hand and landed softly in Draco's outstretched hand. He waved his wand at it and what seemed like a rope of flame wrapped itself around the thin piece of wood, and it burst into flames. He continued to walk around Snape who had looked up at him.
"So," said Draco slyly.
"This is where you've been hiding all these years, Severus." Snape's black eyes were widening in horror.
"What are you doing?" he gasped, trying to stand up.
"Who are you?" Draco laughed softly.
"Crucio." He muttered, sighing. Snape was thrown back onto the floor and began to writhe and shriek again, as though every nerve in his body was on fire. Draco began to laugh once more in that uncharacteristically high voice. He lifted his wand. He grabbed the trembling Snape and threw him against the wall, laughing softly in his ear.
"Who am I?" he mocked, and then his voice turned angry.
"Forgotten already, Snape? Forgotten your vow to serve me eternally? Dismissed me as though I was a common servant!" He threw Snape back onto the floor, his face full of loathing.
"Licaratus!" he yelled spitefully. The spell hit Snape's foot and immediately the shoe covering his foot started to turn a steely, grey colour, and then what looked like molten steel began to creep up his ankle. Snape sat up and jerked his leg away from him, but with some effort; the foot seemed very heavy. The molten steel was creeping up his leg now and Snape was trying to push it off but it didn't stop. In a matter of seconds it was climbing up his chest; Snape clutched at it, and his breathing became short and strangled. Past his collar; He clutched desperately at his throat, scratching at the steel covering him. Up to his chin, past his mouth, past his nose. His eyes looked so terrified, so helpless that Draco laughed louder, enjoying watching Snape so fearful. As the molten steel covered the last strand of greasy black hair on Snape's head, Snape was nothing more than a statue; a statue expressing the obvious pain and fear he had felt. Draco left the statue for a moment, watching with glee as it glinted in the firelight. His laugh decreased to a soft chuckle and he raised his wand once more, muttered a few words, and the molten steel suffocating Snape slithered off of him leaving him gasping and retching on the ground.
"Remember that one, Severus?" Draco asked softly, moving closer to the panting, crouched figure.
"One of your favourites, I recall." He began walking around Snape once more, then he flicked his wand and Snape was thrown into his desk. Draco strode over and lent next to the twitching man.
"Let me give you a hand." He said silkily, one of his hands protruding towards Snape. Snape lifted his head, his eyes watering with pain and fear.
"You!" he whispered, still violently shaking. Draco chuckled softly once more and grabbed his arm. Snape shrieked as though his arm had just been burnt off. Draco's grin widened as he ripped the arm of Snape's black robes off, and stared at the ugly mark burning jet-black on Snape's forearm. He laid one finger playfully on Snape's arm and circled the Dark Mark burning upon it. Snape turned his eyes to Draco's face once more, trying to read the expression on it. Draco carried on encircling the mark, almost lovingly. Then his eyes darted to Snape's, malice corrupting inside them.
"Shall I?" he asked playfully, drawing his finger dangerously close to the mark.
"Why! We could have a little reunion; invite all our old friends. I'm sure they'd all be glad to see you, to express their gratitude to you for being so loyal." He lifted his finger and let it linger closely above the mark. He began to laugh again, softly, cruelly, and stood up, withdrawing his finger.
"Arcitis!" he cried, angry once more. Snape watched in horror as his hands changed from smooth skin, to wrinkly, blemished, knotted fingers. Snape raised the elderly hands to his face and his eyes widened in shock. Draco seemed amused at Snape's disbelief.
"I hear you are Potions Master here in the school, Severus." He spat, a cruel smile curling his mouth.
"But what is a potion maker without his hands?" he began to laugh again; that cold, mirthless laugh. Snape put his elderly hands to his ears, trying to block the sound.
"No." he whispered shakily.
"Please, no." Draco laughed louder, and harder. His voice echoed around the office immensely. Snape drew his knees to him and curled his arms around them, shaking.
"Your pleading does not soften me, Severus; I have no mercy for you." He threw back his head in disgust.
"You would have gone far with me, but it seems Dumbledore must have won you over in the end..." He bent down so he was facing Snape.
"Where is Dumbledore now, Severus?" Snape looked into the slit- like eyes and admitted defeat. Where was Dumbledore? Then a surge of strength rose up in the weak man and he propped himself up against the desk.
"Unlike you," Snape choked.
"I don't need other people to fight my battles for me." For a moment Draco looked as though he had been slapped very hard in the face, but then he regained himself and put on a very strained smile.
"You were foolish to meddle with me, Severus, very foolish." He raised his wand, and spoke those fatal words, clearly, and simply.
"Avada Kedavra!" A flash of green light shot from Draco's wand and glowed brightly around Snape for a moment, and then vanished. Snape was dead.
Draco laughed softly and stood over the lifeless body. He made his way up the corridor, and when he passed through the entrance to the Entrance Hall, and towards the great oak doors to the Great Hall, he thought to himself: Who will stop me now? He is mine; Harry Potter is mine!