First Life: The Wizard Prince & The Half-Blood Prince | Covert Romance

S: 10.1 Gryffindor's common room

Severus Snape

I had a migraine and was overcome with nausea as I woke up from the hospital wing. I had been out for three days without feeling well, according to Madam Pomfrey.

The visitor's chair was empty to my left. I was told that Lily and some of her friends had visited me during the course of the three days, and that I was gifted a get well soon plant from herbology.

It was the Devil's Snare, with a note saying, "This plant reminds me of you, Sev, it's deadly fun, but will despair in the sun. I hope you recover quickly."

As expected of Lily.

But there was no evidence that James came by.

A Treacle tart and pumpkin juice were next to the plant. Because of its propensity to constrict or strangle anything in its immediate surroundings or that occurs to touch it, the plant was enclosed in a glass box.

"Honestly, dear, you should try to stay away from those Gryffindor boys." Madam Pomfrey says as she changes my dressings, "This time, they've gone a bit too far, you could've died,"

"Did Potter visit me," I interrupted her with a whisper,

She seemed surprised by what I just asked, given that I've never spoken to her personally. My responses were always limited to one phrase or a simple nod or a shake.

"Potter brought you here, but he never visited, unfortunately, lad,"

I took a moment to reflect on what she had just said. The only part that I caught was that he never visited. I don't understand why I feel slightly disappointed.

The days return to what they were before. The marauders left me alone for the first several days as I recovered. James stopped visiting in between my evenings in the Slytherin common room. No words were exchanged between us, no owl letters. Classes are essentially the same, he's acting like the smartass that he is, earning points for Gryffindor, and getting support from everyone. Meanwhile, I go back to being that invisible shadow that no one sees except for Lily.

Between strolls along the corridor, I follow the marauders' path on the left side, being cautious not to keep my gaze on James for too long. The laughter that James is displaying is not the same kind of laughter that he shares with me. One week turned into a month, and the marauders' has truly ceased to bother me.

Eventually, Lucius Malfoy finally invited me to the Death Eaters meeting place. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that the location was held at the Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England, which serves as the Darklord's Death Eater headquarters. I was shocked to learn that Regulus Black, a classmate of mine and Sirius Black's younger brother, was a Death Eater.

"Sevy!" Regulus says excitedly.

The fact that every other Death Eater in this place is a Pure-Blood makes me very uncomfortable. Bellatrix Lestrange, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Gaspar Avery, Antonin Dolohov, and Wulfric Mulciber, and there were a few more.

On their left wrist, each death eater has a "dark mark"—a tattoo of a snake growing out of a skull—branded there. I was informed that I would receive my mark after my graduation. Mannequins were covered in black cloaks and adorned with porcelain white masks.

As the days passed, I learned that Wulfric Mulciber and Regulus Black both had a keen interest in dark magic, and since we belonged to the same house—Slytherins—I stopped feeling like such an outcast, despite not being pureblood, but I also swayed away from Lily as well.

Tonight, we risked getting caught in the restricted area in the library. Peeves, the poltergeist caught us, as we should've taken more caution of his whereabouts.