(Samuel Lestrange Pov)
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A few days passed and Sam was feeling amazing, things were going fantastic. He felt a bit strange, he remembered having a strange dream about the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
I wonder why that happened? Is it just that I am so terrified of him that he has even penetrated my subconscious? Perhaps I need to focus on controlling my mind better. Severus says I have some talent for it. I am by no means a natural Occlumens or mind mage who has shields in place from birth and with training can possess perfect control over the mental arts. I do possess better than average talent for Occlumency.
Samuel sighed and shook his head at his thoughts.
Snape says although I am decent and should be able to defend myself from most people, in the face of the headmaster, the dark lord, and himself they would easily be able to extract anything from him and tear his mind to shreds with a single glance.
Samuel felt a chill at his own weakness as Madam Pomfrey removed his casts and bandages with a flick of her wand. He stretched his left leg and arm, it felt so much better. Casts are super itchy. The burn on his leg was completely gone, he was surprised he figured it would at least leave a nasty scar. The cut across his chest from the cutting curse he tanked was gone too, nothing new was left on his body to permanently remind him of the incident.
Whelp, looks like I won't be adding any to the collection after all. Seems like Madam Pomfrey is quite the MediWitch.
He looked up at the woman in the Mediwitch outfit, "Thank You so much, Madam Pomfrey, I feel much better now!"
She returned a concerned gaze in his direction and said, "Do try not to end up here any time soon again. One as young as you should not have so many scars. I know it's hard because of your last name, but please be careful."
"Yes Mam!" Sam said a wry smile on his face as he scratched his head in embarrassment.
He hopped off the bed and quickly left the hospital wing. It was the weekend, so there were no classes and since he had nothing but time before he had already finished all of his homework. It was very basic stuff honestly, and he had probably read all those books a thousand times.
I really need to find a way to challenge myself. It will be incredibly hard to find Severus on the weekends…I guess I will have to find him in two days on monday.
Samuel swore under his breath as he crossed the threshold of the hospital wing, and walked out into the massive castle with its winding corridors and mysteries.
Maybe I should go to the library, I need to get stronger, in the magical world knowledge is power. I will become the most powerful of them all, lest I end up just like my pathetic mother and father! Despite their weakness, I will avenge them. Neville, I am coming! I'd say be ready for me, but there is no way you would be you fucking squib.
An evil smile spread over Sam's face, as he thought of holding Neville under the Cruciatus and disfiguring him with dark cutting curses. Imagining the pleasure of the dark magic, the pull of power from his magical core as he cast those spells.
It would be truly magical!
Then something flashed in his mind stronger than ever as he thought of the carnage. the image of him killing the mudblood with the blade flashed through his mind as if he were committing the murder once again. The feeling of the knife slashing through the man's throat, the feeling of warm blood spraying his face. The happiness he felt when Lucius complimented him on a job well done.
Shit! Not again, what is wrong with me. It's not a person, it's not a person, it's not a person, it's not a person, it's not a person, it's not a person, it's not a person, it's mudblood filth. Don't think about it, you did the right thing. You exist to serve the dark lord, you have no choice in the matter.
As Samuel continued to walk to the library feeling strange, he felt sick to his stomach and tried to stuff it down. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't do it. The smell of iron filled his nose.
Snape's cold eyes and monotonous voice pounded in his skull, "You do not have the luxury of choice in this matter unlike most."
Then it changed, he felt small, it felt like he was back there in the underground training room.
Yaxley's voice filled his ears and mind, "You exist to serve the Dark Lord and only the Dark Lord."
For a brief moment Samuel felt as if he wanted to cry.
Why is life so hard sometimes, why can't I be better. I'm sick of this, why do I have no choice in the matter!
Samuel quickly passed through the castle, heading straight to the library.
Could anybody ever love someone like me? Am I just destined to be a tool that is used and disposed of at the proper moment? WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY!
A few tears fell down the young boy's face, this was an unfamiliar feeling to him. He would rather be beaten to an early death by Fenrir, than face this.
Who would want to be friends with a monster.
Samuel clenched his fists in anger and began taking deep breaths. He pushed all thoughts of murder and guilt to the very back of his mind and tried to ignore the tide of horrific thoughts smashing through his mind. He took deep breaths, but nothing was working.
Sam slammed his fist into one of the cold stone walls of hogwarts. A small trickle of blood dropped down his right hand, as a bit of the skin was torn off from the stone on the walls.
"I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS! I HAVE TO GET STRONGER OR THEY ARE GOING TO KILL ME OR LEAVE ME TO DIE IN AZKABAN! I NEED POWER, I NEED IT NOW!" He screamed in his mind
As things stand I am the only one who can help myself, if I am too weak then I can only blame myself. Not one person will stand up for me besides myself, I thought maybe Lucius and Snape would. Maybe Draco, but I haven't even seen him since I ended up in the hospital wing. Maybe there is still hope for Severus, but I can't count on his help. It will likely be just like my parents, thoroughly disappointing.
Samuel felt his aching heart fill with resolve, the tears in his eyes dried up, and a fire was lit inside of them.
I can only depend on myself. I WILL BECOME THE STRONGEST WIZARD TO EVER LIVE! I WILL ESCAPE MY FATE AND SLAUGHTER FENRIR AND YAXLEY, I SWEAR TO IT!
Samuel quietly massaged his bleeding knuckle on the way to the Library feeling determined.
The regular part of the library will not contain the knowledge I require, I have to sneak into the restricted section. Lets see what we can do, worst case we end up in detention. Best case we end up learning something worthwhile.
Samuel quickly stepped into the library, feeling incredibly frustrated. Although he felt this way he made sure not to let it show, he quickly went and browsed various books on dueling in the massive library. Nothing really interested him. He darted in between the old wooden bookcases, scoping out the Library.
Maybe it's because it's the first week, but you would think there would be a bit more people in the library.
He scanned the various tables, and saw that bushy-haired mudblood girl Hermione sitting in one of the chairs reading a book alone. What the book was about, he had no idea.
Probably just mudblood stuff.
Samuel promptly ignored her and continued looking around, he saw a male Ravenclaw third-year working on an assignment with a female housemate. He continued looking, as he made his way to the restricted section. He reached the end of the hall, having passed by a pretty Slytherin Fourth-Year. In the back, with a stack of papers in her hands looking intently at a book she had just pulled from one of the large wooden shelves. He scouted entry and exit points and looked for places to hide in plain sight within the library. Eventually he came face to face with a large black gate leading to a floor under the Library. He noticed a large black lock on it, it clearly needed a big key to go with it.
"Alohomora" he whispered under his breath, however nothing happened. The lock refused to budge.
Shit, it must be enchanted! I'll have to find a key. Perhaps I can search the librarian's desk. Though, I'll have to create a distraction first.
Samuel acted completely natural, as if he was supposed to be where he was. He flitted through the shelves running his fingers of his left hand along the books. His wand firmly grasped and hidden in the sleeve of his right. A malicious smile crossed his face, as he walked over to a bookshelf on the other side of the room as the Slytherin.
I've only got one shot at this or I'm screwed. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. These bastards leave me no choice but to do this.
He checked behind him for any paintings that could be spying, he lucked out. There was nobody nearby. He watched the Slytherin girl across the large room, across the tables that sat between the two bookcases.
Kind of a far shot… I think I can do it though.
Samuel summoned his anger, stealthily pointed his wand at the Slytherin, and whispered "Occunuo intus" while performing the wand movement quickly. His eyes dilated as he felt a familiar tug of magic from his core. He reached inside himself and willed more of it to pour out than usual. A huge dark blue jet of light flew out of his wand hurtling towards the Slytherin girl on the other side of the year. She looked up from her book, and was instantly struck by the dark blue light. It exploded onto her chest, and she shrieked in pain as she fell to the floor. The papers and book she held flew everywhere, as she fell. She clutched her eyes in pain shrieking on the ground as blood poured out under her fingers.
Samuel felt the ecstasy of using dark magic course through his body, but he had used this curse so much by now he was used to it. Samuel suppressed the wide sadistic smile that threatened to cross his face.
They call me a monster, a demon, perhaps I will become the greatest monster of them all!
He chuckled in his mind and quickly put on a concerned expression, putting his wand in his robe and grabbing the first book he could find off of the shelf. It was, "The Tales of Beedle Bard."
He quickly relied on Snape's training, and clamped down on his occlumency shields. He couldn't react emotionally or let anyone into his mind.
He rushed to the girl, with a concerned expression on his face. She was still shrieking and writhing on the ground when he reached her.
"Are you okay, I think I saw what happened. Are you okay?" He said in a feigning worry as he looked around as if an invisible attacker were somewhere nearby. He heard several footsteps quickly heading his way. He tightly clutched the book in his hand, and shouted "EXPELLIARMUS!" a bright red jet of light flew toward the cold stone wall. It crashed into the wall, causing sparks and a hissing sound rang out.
Good now if they check the last spell I casted, it will be Expelliarmus. If they go back further, I can just say it was from the fight in the bathroom.
Feeling satisfied with his lie, Samuel bent down over the girl who was still shrieking and crying and attempted to comfort her, "It will be okay, the librarian is coming. Whoever it was, seemed to get away." he said in a soft but worried tone.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON HERE!" the librarian shrieked loudly. The sound grated on Sam's ears.
Samuel quickly looked back and saw the librarian, followed by the two Ravenclaws, and a suspicious looking Hermione.
Samuel kept the worried expression on his face, "I don't know mam, one second I was looking for a book for a bit of light reading this weekend and the next thing I know I see a bright flash of dark purple magic and this girl here started shrieking in pain." he said with a worried tone
"Move over boy, let me see her." She said
Sam quickly let his eyes roam the old librarian's body for anything that looked like a large key.
I figured it wouldn't be on her; the lock seems a bit too large to fit the key in your pocket. Perhaps if it was on some sort of key ring, but it doesn't look like she has it.
"Did you see the attacker, I didn't see anyone come in here but you lot." She said wordlessly casting the countercurse on the pretty blonde haired slytherin girl.
Quickly the girl stopped writhing in pain, and blood stopped pouring from her eyes.
"No, I didn't really get a good look at him. I think he might have been disillusioned or something. I am not sure, but he was fast. When I saw a bit of movement, I quickly cast the disarming charm. I fear I would have been no match for him if you hadn't shown up." He said lying through his teeth.
She stared at him, her eyes never left Samuel. She looked him up and down, and after a long silence she relented and looked back down at the girl.
"15 points to Gryffindor for your quick thinking and bravery in standing up to a student clearly more powerful than yourself." She said with a bit of pride in her voice. Hermione just narrowed her eyes at Samuel.
Holy Shit…. I can't believe that worked.
She looked down at the girl, "I cast the countercurse, but I will still have to bring you to the hospital wing." she said gazing softly at the girl.
"We will get to the bottom of this, I swear to it. There will be none of this in my library." The old woman said, quickly flicking her wand. The woman huffed, as the injured girl rose into the air, and floated behind the librarian as she quickly walked off to bring the girl to the hospital wing.
Samuel put on an innocent expression, and turned to the two older Ravenclaws, "Is Hogwarts always this dangerous?"
The male Ravenclaw third-year with dark hair and glasses said, "Yes, yes it is."
Good! Now it's time to raid her desk!
He clicked his tongue and silently separated himself from the group, into the library. He quickly moved around the outside, with only one thing on his mind.
Get That Key!
All the students had gone back to what they were doing. Hermione kept looking around, as if waiting for some invisible attacker. She seemed genuinely worried.
Samuel ducked down to avoid Hermione's gaze, pulled out his wand and used one of the few charms he was good at.
Fuck! I really need to work on my charms! Otherwise I might actually be able to do something a bit more inconspicuous than turning myself into a smoke man.
"Fumo" he whispered as pitch black smoke began to pour out of his wand, it quickly spread over his body, coating him in thick armor that blocked the vision of the people outside from seeing what he looked like beneath it. Only Samuel was capable of seeing through it.
Thank you for this one Severus, I will make sure to pay you back one day.
Samuel felt the continuous pull on his magic, that was keeping the spell active. He quickly flitted from behind the bookshelf, through the gaze of several paintings that were now unable to identify him.
Still moving in a crouched position, he made a break for the desk. Quickly he was behind it, rummaging through the top drawer. There was nothing in there but papers, and a log of the books that had been checked out.
Nothing.
Samuel moved to the large drawer under it. When he pulled it open, there were two sets of key rings. Each ring had three keys dangling from it, one large and two normal looking keys. He quickly grabbed one of them and examined it.
Must be a duplicate in case she loses one. The large one looks like it should fit the large lock on the metal gate that leads into the restricted section. Damn my trash skill in transfiguration, otherwise, I would copy this key with magic. Fuck it, I've already come this far.
Samuel quickly shoved the key in his robes and closed the drawer. He quietly sprinted back to a hiding spot behind the bookshelves, and flicked his wand. He felt his connection to the spell quickly cut off. The smoke around his body dissipated. He stood up to his full height, and nonchalantly walked back to the large gated entrance to the restricted section. Samuel placed the key inside the large lock. It was a perfect fit, he quickly unlocked the gate and stepped inside.