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CHAPTER I
For three weeks I have been held in this hellhole. Three weeks since I was forced to leave my home, my safe haven and return to my "family." They have become (if possible) even more abysmal than usual. The cause I suppose had to do with Uncle Vernon's stocks, they were dropping at an alarmingly fast rate and of course my "deformity" was to blame for it. Uncle Vernon was in a blind rage when he lost his first thousand. That's when it first happened. I was checking the post to see if my Hogwarts letter had arrived (Professor Dumbeldore had forbidden any owl post as it could lead Voldemort right to me) so he was mailing it to me the muggle way.
But as I handed Uncle Vernon the rest of the post he growled and grabbed my arm. At first I thought he only was going to give me the usual list of chores but that thought was banished just as soon as he threw me to the floor and gave a mighty kick to my side. I wheezed in pain trying to catch my breath.
"It's all your fault boy, you made this happen you've cursed me! You will not come out of this cupboard until you've undone whatever horrendous curse you've set upon me!" he bellowed.
Not even struggling I lay limp as Uncle Vernon tossed me into the cupboard. In some deranged part of my mind, I was rejoicing. Rejoicing that someone had finally punished me for killing Cedric. Rejoicing that I was away from all eyes, no one could see me. No, fame and fortune couldn't follow me here. I rejoiced at being alone again. Even though Hogwarts was my home, I get sick of having someone stuck to my side all the time.
I have become a master at hiding my real emotions, sometimes I think I would have done well in Slytherin like the hat suggested, if only they weren't such prats. I'm actually a very morbid person these days, I guess good ole' Voldemort will do that to a guy. It seems as if so many small things irritate me these days.
So much anger inside of me, anger ...that got me to thinking of Snape. The man acts like such an ass! But sometimes I wonder, perhaps all of his anger is self manifested, a show for the Slytherins to write home to their parents about. Of course the Slytherins would be suspicious if Snape acted nicely to the Gryffindors so he had to keep up the act right?
Mostly I feel sorry for the man my father and Sirius tormented, the life of a spy is hard. There is always the fear of being found out and killed on the spot. I don't know if I could live my life that way, but in a way I do, always in constant fear of Voldemort. Maybe the two of us have something in common after all.
Sometimes when Snape goes on one of his ranting rampages and I seem to be enraged, I'm actually faintly amused, the man is quite the actor (though some of it I'm quite sure is real!). Though I do worry about him from time to time. One little slip-up and one quick flick of the wrist and he would be done for. Voldemort is merciless, I hope I'll be the one to kill him some day. Get revenge for all those who have died by Voldemorts hand, directly or indirectly. Sneezing brought me back to reality as a horrible pain racked through my body.
CHAPTER I
For three weeks I have been held in this hellhole. Three weeks since I was forced to leave my home, my safe haven and return to my "family." They have become (if possible) even more abysmal than usual. The cause I suppose had to do with Uncle Vernon's stocks, they were dropping at an alarmingly fast rate and of course my "deformity" was to blame for it. Uncle Vernon was in a blind rage when he lost his first thousand. That's when it first happened. I was checking the post to see if my Hogwarts letter had arrived (Professor Dumbeldore had forbidden any owl post as it could lead Voldemort right to me) so he was mailing it to me the muggle way.
But as I handed Uncle Vernon the rest of the post he growled and grabbed my arm. At first I thought he only was going to give me the usual list of chores but that thought was banished just as soon as he threw me to the floor and gave a mighty kick to my side. I wheezed in pain trying to catch my breath.
"It's all your fault boy, you made this happen you've cursed me! You will not come out of this cupboard until you've undone whatever horrendous curse you've set upon me!" he bellowed.
Not even struggling I lay limp as Uncle Vernon tossed me into the cupboard. In some deranged part of my mind, I was rejoicing. Rejoicing that someone had finally punished me for killing Cedric. Rejoicing that I was away from all eyes, no one could see me. No, fame and fortune couldn't follow me here. I rejoiced at being alone again. Even though Hogwarts was my home, I get sick of having someone stuck to my side all the time.
I have become a master at hiding my real emotions, sometimes I think I would have done well in Slytherin like the hat suggested, if only they weren't such prats. I'm actually a very morbid person these days, I guess good ole' Voldemort will do that to a guy. It seems as if so many small things irritate me these days.
So much anger inside of me, anger ...that got me to thinking of Snape. The man acts like such an ass! But sometimes I wonder, perhaps all of his anger is self manifested, a show for the Slytherins to write home to their parents about. Of course the Slytherins would be suspicious if Snape acted nicely to the Gryffindors so he had to keep up the act right?
Mostly I feel sorry for the man my father and Sirius tormented, the life of a spy is hard. There is always the fear of being found out and killed on the spot. I don't know if I could live my life that way, but in a way I do, always in constant fear of Voldemort. Maybe the two of us have something in common after all.
Sometimes when Snape goes on one of his ranting rampages and I seem to be enraged, I'm actually faintly amused, the man is quite the actor (though some of it I'm quite sure is real!). Though I do worry about him from time to time. One little slip-up and one quick flick of the wrist and he would be done for. Voldemort is merciless, I hope I'll be the one to kill him some day. Get revenge for all those who have died by Voldemorts hand, directly or indirectly. Sneezing brought me back to reality as a horrible pain racked through my body.
