I grab the letter that has been sitting next to my door for a week now and head outside. The icy wind meets my face and I pull my black scarf tighter around my neck.
The snow crunches against my boots as I cut across the grass and onto the icy street.
The figure is already waiting for me when I reach the graveyard. "I see you have brought the letter," his cold voice seems to make the night even colder.
"Give me your arm," the figure's icy voice slices through the eerie silence. I blink quickly as he pauses. "If you ever wish to see your daughter again."
Reluctantly, I hold out my arm. He takes his wand out of the left pocket of his cloak and he points it at the middle of my forearm. He mutters some words and I feel a sharp pain in my arm. It shoots up my arm and into the rest of my body.
My eyes flicker around for a second before the figure pulls back his wand his pale hand lifting it into the air. He points it straight upwards and whispers "I am Lord Voldemort" as a snake coming out of a skull shoots up into the sky. I don't need to look down at my arm to know that it is the dark mark. I want to lay down. I want to scream. I want this to end. But I don't. For Eleonora.
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Snape's Secret
FanfictionWhat if Snape had a wife and a daughter? And what if they were both taken from him one night? This is my first fan fiction ever, I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think!
