AN: Well you probably don't want to hear this but I have started diary of a Death Eater and am going to have several people kill me for it but as I am sort of starting from the end it will be interesting. Anyway Master Of Puppets was just a prolog, and I don't plan on anymore songfics so you are all spared from that. Anywho, this sets off a bit after Larissa has died back at Hogwarts with Snape and Dumbledore.
Dumbledore looked up at his currently unstable potions master. It was not often that Professor Severus Snape stormed into his office in obvious rage and reeking of alcohol... and late. "I presume you had a problem tonight Severus," the headmaster said calmly taking in the spy's haggard appearance.
"The Dark Lord called twice," Severus glared at the headmaster, "The second time he called everybody, said we had a spy in our midst." Dumbledore straightened slightly hearing this. "Normally he does call twice," Severus ranted, "fist the higher ranking death eaters, then the low ones, as you know I am rather high ranking, he called everyone back after releasing the low ranking DE's." Snape paused for a moment, "Why didn't you tell me we had another spy. I mean, she was still a student for Merlin's sake! And a Hufflepuff at that!"
"We did not have another spy, Severus, we had an informant. I did not know where this informant got her information but I guess I do now. Who was the poor girl?"
"Larissa Dawn, a seventh year."
"Ah," Dumbledore said stroking his beard thoughtfully, "that makes sense."
"Don't you get it! A student is dead!"
"I know very well that she's dead, her sister was the informant, a Gryffindor 5th year if I remember."
"I killed her Albus."
"Get some sleep Severus."
"It was my potion."
"Sleep, Snape or I'll ask Poppy to make sure you get a sleeping drought."
Snape frowned and then left the office peacefully. Albus leaned back in his chair thoughtfully looking at the journal before him. It had been spelled to be delivered to him upon the death of its owner. It had arrived by owl just an hour before and before now he didn't know whom it had belonged to. He looked sadly at the cover filled with color, peace signs, smiley faces and flowers. He thought about the obscure Hufflepuff student pensively as he stared at her journal.
Larissa had been the joyful embodiment of a Slytherpuff, not a Slythern by most means but rather a Hufflepuff that leaned towards the dark side. She was cheerful, she got along with everyone she wanted to and she claimed to be innocently oblivious to the rumored 'Hufflepuff's hidden talent', as all Hufflepuffs did. She was a bit of a loner though, not finding any friends in her own house, only socializing with them when necessary, she didn't even cheer for Hufflepuffs during Quidditch matches. Albus laughed at that thought, her few best friends had resided in Ravenclaw and Slythern houses most being older then her, leaving her alone when they graduated.
Dumbledore sighed, he didn't really know what to do these days, especially about a Hufflepuff Death Eater turned lower level spy that just happened to get herself killed. What made her turn to the life of a Death Eater? He flipped through the diary casually not really reading anything. A small slip of pink paper fell from the very abused looking book.
Dumbledore looked at it in slight apprehension before picking up the paper. It has the word 'Purity' written at the top in a deep emerald ink that still shone as if wet and on the right side of the text that followed there were hearts and stars and a rainbow that ended in a small fluffy cloud, but on the left there was a simple sketch of a dagger.
'Purity,' Dumbledore read, 'What is really pure, we think of purity as untainted, as honor and as virtue, we think or purity as being as white as snow. This is wrong. For example pure silver is just silver. Pure color is the absence of. Okay now on to the real fun, if purity if the absence of all else then it is dark, it is darker than ink and it is darker than night. Black is the absence of color while white is the existence of all colors the existence of all things. Light is acceptance, tolerance and anything but purity. Purity is dark, purity is harsh, it either burning hot or frostbite cold, purity is the epitome of hate and prejudice.'
"You might be right Miss Dawn, you might be right." Dumbledore said putting the paper back into the journal. It was at that moment Dumbledore got an owl.
Dumbledore looked up at his currently unstable potions master. It was not often that Professor Severus Snape stormed into his office in obvious rage and reeking of alcohol... and late. "I presume you had a problem tonight Severus," the headmaster said calmly taking in the spy's haggard appearance.
"The Dark Lord called twice," Severus glared at the headmaster, "The second time he called everybody, said we had a spy in our midst." Dumbledore straightened slightly hearing this. "Normally he does call twice," Severus ranted, "fist the higher ranking death eaters, then the low ones, as you know I am rather high ranking, he called everyone back after releasing the low ranking DE's." Snape paused for a moment, "Why didn't you tell me we had another spy. I mean, she was still a student for Merlin's sake! And a Hufflepuff at that!"
"We did not have another spy, Severus, we had an informant. I did not know where this informant got her information but I guess I do now. Who was the poor girl?"
"Larissa Dawn, a seventh year."
"Ah," Dumbledore said stroking his beard thoughtfully, "that makes sense."
"Don't you get it! A student is dead!"
"I know very well that she's dead, her sister was the informant, a Gryffindor 5th year if I remember."
"I killed her Albus."
"Get some sleep Severus."
"It was my potion."
"Sleep, Snape or I'll ask Poppy to make sure you get a sleeping drought."
Snape frowned and then left the office peacefully. Albus leaned back in his chair thoughtfully looking at the journal before him. It had been spelled to be delivered to him upon the death of its owner. It had arrived by owl just an hour before and before now he didn't know whom it had belonged to. He looked sadly at the cover filled with color, peace signs, smiley faces and flowers. He thought about the obscure Hufflepuff student pensively as he stared at her journal.
Larissa had been the joyful embodiment of a Slytherpuff, not a Slythern by most means but rather a Hufflepuff that leaned towards the dark side. She was cheerful, she got along with everyone she wanted to and she claimed to be innocently oblivious to the rumored 'Hufflepuff's hidden talent', as all Hufflepuffs did. She was a bit of a loner though, not finding any friends in her own house, only socializing with them when necessary, she didn't even cheer for Hufflepuffs during Quidditch matches. Albus laughed at that thought, her few best friends had resided in Ravenclaw and Slythern houses most being older then her, leaving her alone when they graduated.
Dumbledore sighed, he didn't really know what to do these days, especially about a Hufflepuff Death Eater turned lower level spy that just happened to get herself killed. What made her turn to the life of a Death Eater? He flipped through the diary casually not really reading anything. A small slip of pink paper fell from the very abused looking book.
Dumbledore looked at it in slight apprehension before picking up the paper. It has the word 'Purity' written at the top in a deep emerald ink that still shone as if wet and on the right side of the text that followed there were hearts and stars and a rainbow that ended in a small fluffy cloud, but on the left there was a simple sketch of a dagger.
'Purity,' Dumbledore read, 'What is really pure, we think of purity as untainted, as honor and as virtue, we think or purity as being as white as snow. This is wrong. For example pure silver is just silver. Pure color is the absence of. Okay now on to the real fun, if purity if the absence of all else then it is dark, it is darker than ink and it is darker than night. Black is the absence of color while white is the existence of all colors the existence of all things. Light is acceptance, tolerance and anything but purity. Purity is dark, purity is harsh, it either burning hot or frostbite cold, purity is the epitome of hate and prejudice.'
"You might be right Miss Dawn, you might be right." Dumbledore said putting the paper back into the journal. It was at that moment Dumbledore got an owl.