M[masked] F[face]
"It felt as if I was burning, the pain to my body was unimaginable. Despite the coolness I still cried. Nothing could stop me from feeling like shit. Those emotions that I had adjusted, they all came rushing back and made me feel like absolute shit." she wrote this down in her diary.
Logically speaking a child her age would not have been able to write, much less remember how she was born. Fortunately there seems to have been a gripping sense of choke hold to a light that she held onto. Maybe it was that or maybe it was something else but she understood a lot of things around her due to this.
It was like she was a little adult.
She understood that her father was tensed, even when he held her. She understood her mother's concern and worry, even when she behaved like she didn't have one.
Something was happening outside the house, a place where she was confined to. Something dark skimmed in the air.
When she was around 2 months old she started hearing things, 'Amethyst' a woman and man would murmur with a loving voice. They would hush her when she would feel uncomfortable and hold her close, letting her hear their heartbeat.
Her name was amethyst. She couldn't remember anything, why or how she would remember even the most mundane details, but somehow she did.
When she turned 3 months hold, she started seeing things, clearly. It was like before she was in a daze but then those clouds cleared up and allowed her to look at different things around her.
Her mother was beautiful. Her father was okay-okay. He didn't even spend that time with her. Although there were these little creatures that roamed around the house. They looked funny, always handling her with the most gentle hands and talking to her even when she couldn't understand anything.
Amethyst sat in a rocking chair, specially made for a child her age. She sat with her diary and a quill in her hand. Pondering over each sentence, she neatly tried to write down the details of her memories.
"It has been 10 days since her father last came to meet her," she said to herself, her soft babyish voice in the silent room made it a bit more eerie. She didn't know what was happening outside but she knew it was dangerous. Her heart felt heavy.
She swung on the chair. The bruises left from her mother last time had faded, all that was remaining was red marks that could be cooled down with gel later.
Standing up she crawled towards the windows, her father had been angry and had broken her legs. She still had not healed from that.
Looking at the lush garden outside she wondered when she would be allowed to go out. Amethyst was pretty much confined to her bedroom and play room. Never allowed to go outside and play or have a companion. She wondered what life outside felt like. Looking back at her diary she wondered when was it that she started having those intention of murdering her parents.
When she was 7 or 8 months old maybe? She was now a two year old child, a child who still had to crawl. Dressed in a princess gown by that little creature she waited. Her parents would surely come o wish her. It was her birthday after all.
"Mistress" a voice squeaked behind her. She turned around, the funny creature was here again but this time it was holding a bottle of poison with two dead bodies lying around him. Both pale, with bloodless cheeks, dressed for bed.
"Master and Mistress ares dead, little miss." the little creature squeaked. "I is uses the poison mistress saids to buys and put in master and mistresses food, they dead now." it muttered with tears and determination in their eye.
She looked down at them and blinked, "thank you." she thanked the creature like an angel, as if she had not been the one to order it to kill them. Her most loyal creature had killed someone on her orders. "Can you do one more thing for me olly?' she asked in a sweet voice.
The creature nodded with hesitant eyes, the crime that it had committed was unforgivable, no doubt, but it's true master had been the little mistress ever since she was born. It had just followed its true masters order.
"Now" the house elf looked at her with rapt attention, "Drink the poison Olly."
The wide eyed stare was unbelievable, comedic too almost. Her sharp grin scared the creature into tears. Masters wanted olly to drink poison, olly would die. Who would serve master? With tears in its eyes, the elf opened the cock of the bottle but before it could drink it heard the laughter. Olly looked at the master, "oh olly!" she laughed more, "I was just kidding olly. You're my most loyal, how could you die."
"Ah stupid olly,' she wiped the happy tears from her eyes and gestured towards the bodies, "Now, let's do something about them, shall we?"
It was as if her face had a mask that never came down, she would pretend and pretend and pretend and never get tired of it. She acknowledged two major things about herself, one that she was a liar, and two she believed that intelligence was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
In a sea of people dressed in black, the little girl stood there with tears in her eyes. Surrounded by people who hushed her and comforted her she smiled with reluctance, the perfect expression of trying to hold everything inside. Of pretending to be brave. Who would not pity her? Who would not feel that the child was sensible? who would not feel that the child was strong?
Most ardently, Severus Snape would. Perhaps in the huge crowd of stupid masses he was the only one who knew the truth. After people started leaving the man that had been standing there in silence finally walked forward and sat beside her on the bench.
"You are a good actor." he spoke with a clear cut voice. He looked at the tombstone of Rosalind Noir and Antares Noir. Both passed away peacefully in their sleep. The girl was good at spinning tales. He turned around and looked at her.
With tears still leaking down from her eyes, she gave him bloodthirsty smile. "Thank you" she said, ha, as if he was giving her a compliment. It was hard to believe that this young child had done and orchestrated all of this. The Noir family was a significant gray family who had extended help openly to the light side and secretly to the dark side. Without a single suspicion everyone accepted the cause of death, everyone expect Severus that is. Maybe the Malfoy's and Black's too.
Arcturus Black ||| did not look too please and nor did Lucius Malfoy while standing in the crowd. Narcissa was quite busy by putting on an excellent show of comforting her god daughter, amethyst but how could he miss those little details. If he had not missed then old court players Lucius and Arcturus too would not have missed it.
Everything did not add up.
"Did you receive the payment?" the little girl asked as wiped her eyes with her handkerchief.
"Indeed." he droned and extended the e syllable. Severus Snape was not happy. Loss of these two mean that he was now going to be pressured more.
2 months ago he was offered a good price to create a venom that could penetrate the blood vessels and form a clot so it would look like a natural death. The air of that venom was still in the air. It was hard for his nose to miss it. It wasn't until today that he realizes who exactly had ordered that from him.
That blasted house elf was not here today. Probably hiding in the kitchen somewhere.
"Would you like some tea?" amethyst inquire with a small smile, fully knowing the answer.
The potion master shakes his head and she hummed. He got up to leave, his robes swishing against the wind.
'Truly worthy of being called a looming bat and a sneaky snake.' she mused. She watched him leave, not stopping him. There would be time in the future. She still had a lot to accomplish after all.
Humming a little song she bowed down towards her parents grave. Turing towards her right she bowed towards the apple tree. Down in six feet under the tree, laid olly.