A lot of things happened at Hogwarts that the teachers never knew about. Blood bonds, duel, and cigarettes. My uncle gave me the cigarettes. He was always really paranoid.
"Charlie, m'boy, this is how the muggles use magic. Yep. Little magic sticks. See? All I was was testin' em', see? But I can't put the damned things down," He took inhaled on the butt real hard. My uncle. Now, that's a real psycho. I mean it. He hated the whole damn wizarding world.
"See? See? You can't trust it. That's why I'm going away, right? Far away. That's right. Magic can't find, no way, no how," He didn't get very far. He ended up in St. Mungo's. We visited him every Christmas. I had to get my own cigarettes after he left. It wasn't really a problem. See, my old uncle, he got me addicted to the damn things. Just because you can do magic doesn't exempt you from being human and all. See, that's what I don't think people really see. We are human. Muggles are just the same. Anyone can get cancer and die. Where's wizardry's answer to cancer? I don't really pay much attention to that whole cigarettes causes cancer thing. I really don't care. I could really fall for cancer. I mean, it's real. It's beautiful. The perfect example of human imperfectness. Cancer is caused by malignant tumors which are caused by an irregularity in cell reproduction. It really means that it's caused by a mistake. There's nothing you can do about it though. That's beautiful, consequences and all. I love them. I mean to know that your action affected something. I mean some people take their entire lives complaining about how they could leave their mark on the world. They could've swatted a mosquito carrying a rare disease that killed someone. They caused a person to die just by that little swat. And that death could cause all sorts of stuff. They could've made a mark without even realizing it. I'm not saying I want people to die or I like death, but I mean it's nice. People think they have so much control sometimes when they do some actions, like murder. But they don't. They really don't. I'm serious. Consequences can go either way. You never know. I love that whole unknowing ideal. I love the whole "free will" crap. And then, people say you must pay the consequences. It's really funny and all. Your will is never free. Everything has consequences, right? So, why would you need to pay when you were free to do it in the first place? Controlled will. That's more like it. My parents got me this quack when I was young, right? He said I scrutinize everything too much. Take things too literally. Don't look for depth. That's crap.
When I was in my 5th year, my bed was in the corner by a window. The sun would slowly ease up from behind the lush green hills cascading a gleam of golden light through the glass of that single window. It would shine on the stone causing them to glisten, even almost sparkle. It was unique in this only corner, the way it shone. It came only to me, given no pass from the adjoining windowless wall. In this way, my bed was alone special, and I hated it. The damn sun hurt my eyes.
I remember the day that changed my life. I remember that I woke to no sun. The sun was blocked off by clouds. I remember the dead white sky just as if I were staring from that same window right now. I love those days. I'd grown up during the times of Voldemort's prime reign. I'd been around when he had fallen by that Potter child. I was old then, maybe in my 2nd year. When I was in my 5th year, we got a new teacher. This Professor Snape fellow. Seemed like a real bastard. All the damn teachers were. Everyone was real shifty around him and everything. Couldn't see why though. That's probably the only thing I real liked about him. Everyone not liking him and everything. I don't even remember so well how it happened, but it did. Somehow, being the trouble-maker that I was, I ended up helping the old doof during one of my detentions. He was cleaning out this cauldron so he rolled up his sleeves. I was sort of just wandering around. I came up right near him. He didn't really notice me though. There was this tattoo on his arm. With everything that'd happened over the very recent years there wasn't much mistaking it.
"Did it hurt?"
"What?" He said continuing to clean that damn cauldron.
"I mean the way he did it. Did it hurt?" I could act like a damn psycho sometimes. I really wanted to know though. He looked up giving me this real cold stare like I'd interrupted him from the most damned important job in the world. You'd think it was the Queen's royal tea cup the way he was acting. So, I stared into those real dark eyes of his.
"Did it hurt that night? That night when he fell and all. Did it?" I was damned giddy. I mean it. I can really act like a damned psycho sometimes. He seemed all shocked at first. He pulled back and just looked at me like I was some psycho.
"Go into the hall right now!" So, I went. I mean there's anger like sleeping in class anger and then there's real fury. I'd seemed to have crossed some invisible line. And I didn't want to go any farther.
So, while I was smoking out the hallway, I started to think and everything. I was at least grateful there was no damn prefects about. Consequences. That Voldemort sure knew how to leave a mark. I mean, that would be with his followers for forever. For eternity. Especially the ones who betrayed him and everything. Even though they think they've escaped, they haven't really. There's that reminder. I heard from this boy that it hurts or pulsates when he called them. You'd always know if he were there or not. You'd have to live through that pain all over again. Each time you'd have to relive those moments in your life you'd tried to leave behind. A real beautiful consequence it really was. An eternal mark.
Authors Note: I know a lot of information including the periods of time between Voldemort's fall and Snape coming to Hogwarts is probably wrong. I'm really not sure of his first position at Hogwarts either. I'm not sure about the cancer thing either. That's what I remember from Biology. I don't want to be premature in saying this, but I have trouble finishing fan fictions, but this one has been pretty easy to write so I think it might be different. Hope you've found it interesting.