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Without query, Madam Pince led me to the restricted section, she reached into her tattered pocket and pulled out an ancient key. Wordlessly she handed it to me and walked away, looking more happy than petrified. Any other adult at Hogwarts would have scolded me for such a request.
I walk down the hall feeling eyes all over my body, I don't flinch, I can't. I scan the shelves for the holder of my interest. The books are torn and battered, most of them leather bound, although some seem to be made from wood bark, I think briefly of Luna, she would love books like these. Although I'm not too sure what they are about, I plan on reading them all. I am drawn further into the darkness Searching desperately for my desired piece. I feel as though my life depends on the knowledge inside these pages, driving me deeper and deeper. I see my book, set on the shelf in the same order as the rest, covered in layers of dust that go back to when Dumbledore would have been a student. Something about the idea, that I would be the only witch of my generation to hold this knowledge pleases me.
It is a darker pleasure than I've ever felt before, I embrace it. Reaching up towards Veritas Malignum, shelves begin to growl, they sprout teeth, my parents would be ashamed of these teeth. I suppose they are meant to ward of intruders. But not me. I embrace the warm stuffy air that pushes through them onto my arm. It takes more than a simple incantation to stop me. I move my hand towards my wand that lies inside my robes, and without removing it from my pocket I murmur under my breath
"asudem" The teeth turn to solid stone and leave a clear path for me to reach my book.
I don't know when I started thinking of it as mine, but it is, and always will be. I greedily snatch it down from the shelf, covering myself in a layer of dust in the process. I transfigure a passing rat into a stool, and sit down engrossed in its pages. I learn about death, the lost, the other side. And how to accomplish that power. Variations on the unforgivable curses, true evil. My attention is drawn to the top of the page, a small spider scurries across the page. How dare this insect disturb me!? A smile plays on my lips, Time to break in the new spells…
I hold out my left hand and let the creature climb on, moving it with the beast.
"Wand-less magic is fascinating, is it not? Being able to do anything without alerting your victim, freedom to choose. It intrigues me, I learnt this new spell, just today, would you like to see it little spider?"
Waving one finger above the defenceless creature "Bestiola tormentum" It's effects seem similar to the Cruciatus curse, yet the victim isn't allowed the relief to scream. Somehow it seems more fulfilling. I let it squirm for a few minutes, relishing the power I can feel cursing through my veins. Holding a life-force on the tip of my tongue. I feel alive. What is happening?
I have already whispered the killing curse over my extremity. The spider is no more, but what about me, what am I becoming? Before I can question my actions, I hear a slow applause, a single pair of hands, slowly making itself out of the shadows and closer to me. I reach for my wand with hundreds of questions racing through my brain. Who is it? Did they see me have fun with the spider? Was I having fun with the spider? Am I going to get expelled? Am I going to die? But most of all, I wonder… Why are they clapping…