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#8 Conspiracies

I was glad that Professor Snape didn't bring me to his new office at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. I wasn't sure if I would be ready to enter that again, after everything happening in there.

He instead leaded me down to the Dungeons, took a turn and ordered me to enter a small room, the walls decorated with shelves filled to the brim by ingredients and potions.

Definitely more comfortable than kitten plates.

Snape pointed on a chair standing on the opposite of the entrance, directing me silently to sit down.

"Professor, what is this about?", I asked curious.

I knew from the years I spent with the Professor at Hogwarts, that he wasn't particular the most talkative. But being here with him intimidated me to a point, where I truly get the reason why Harry and the others weren't eager to be in the same room with him.

"Occlumency is one of the most difficult and dangerous version of magic. It forced the victim to see whatever the wizard wants it to see.", Snape rumbled on while he paced around the chair I was sitting on.

"The Dark Lord is a master in this ability. Able to let you see the most frightened thing you can imagine, just to make you break and do as he says."

"My dearest respect sir.", I whispered with a tired scoff. "But I already lived my biggest nightmare."

The Professor rushed forward to lean down and look deeply into my eyes.

"This isn't a game.", he hissed, almost showing some concern in his features as he did. "The Dark Lord is willing to try anything to get you in his rows, do you understand the importance of that?"

I actually didn't, because I hadn't a clue why. I knew it had something to do with the prophecy, I repeated it in my head every night, but I wasn't anywhere close to find an explanation.

And I knew that I was blocking that thought, because I was scared.

I really appreciated his help, especially since Sirius told me that Professor Snape was a member of the Order. I wouldn't expect that, since Snape didn't seem to be a kind of wizard with the need to fight against dark forces. But something told me, that in his core, he had a good heart. And obviously the need to help.

"I will try to get into your mind and I need you to block that as best as you can, Miss Fox.", he then said as I didn't answer and lifted his body up again. The black-haired man did a step back, drew his wand and looked at me.

"And how?", I furrowed my brows, slightly panicking because I didn't know what I should do - in the slightest.

"Focus."

And with that, he quickly flickered his wand and cast the spell.

But I felt nothing.

I did expect a tingling feeling, maybe even a stabbing pain. I expected to fall into my own mind, into my deepest fears and thoughts even though I didn't want to. Confronted with everything I tried to close out.

But instead, I felt nothing.

Professor Snape let his wand fall, his features hard and unreadable, just his eyes let me imagine, that he wasn't seeing something.

"Good.", he simply said. "Very good."

"I don't understand.", I shook my head, desperately trying to focus on my mind and on what I did.

"Certainly.", Professor Snape whispered without moving, he simply pierced down on me, maybe sunk in his own thoughts. "What did you do as I raised my wand and cast the spell?"