Clarissa Snape [incomplete]

ten

-The Other Side-

*listens to French and Spanish music and writes in English*

I stared at the mark on my left forearm like I had been for the last hour. Not out of regret or fear, out of admiration. It took some convincing, but I persuaded the Dark Lord to allow me to become one of his loyal servants. Of course, I still wasn't fully trusted but I planned to change that very soon.

Father had been taking me to the location of the Order of the Phoenix all summer. I planned to inform the Dark Lord of the whereabouts of number 12 Grimmauld Place during the next meeting and hopefully gain some trust.

A knock at my door caused me to jump and pull down my sleeve, covering the mark. I quickly grabbed my dark arts book and answered with 'enter.'

My father walked in and informed me that we would be going to that exact location. The location of the Order.

I tucked the book under my arm and allowed him to apparate us to a park that was empty and had no onlookers, but was close to the house.

He took my wrist as we walked , constantly checking around, behind, above, and every other direction for followers.

The house slid out from behind number 13 Gimmauld place and my father tapped on the door three times.

Once it was opened, we quickly ran inside and shut the door, it locking itself behind us.

"Who's there?" asked Molly Weasley.

"Severus and Clarissa," said dad, removing his cloak and hanging it on a hook.

"You may go up with the children dear," she said looking at me with an untrustworthy expression.

I gave her one simple nod and walked up the stairs.

"Hello Kreacher," I greeted, smiling at the house elf.

"Hello Miss Snape," he said, kindly. "Kreacher likes the Snapes. They are of good lineage," he said.

Everyone but my dad and I believed us to be pureblood. More for the sake of our survival than anything else.

"It's lovely to see you. Tell me, is the mudblood here?" I asked.

"Yes, miss. The nasty mudblood and her blood traitor friends. Miss Snape must not acquaint herself with them," he said.

"Don't fret, Kreacher, Are there any other rooms that I can occupy?" I asked.

"The one at the end of the hall to your right, Miss."

"Thank you, Kreacher. Have a good day," I said before going up the stairs.

As I passed the room that Hermione and Ron were occupying, the door slammed open and Hermione yelled hopefully, "Harry?!"

I looked at her blankly.

"Oh. Sorry. Why are you here?"

"My father is part of the Order. Do you expect him to just leave me at home?" I asked.

She looked down sheepishly and eyed the object in my hand.

"What are you reading?" she asked, motioning to the black, leather covered book.

"Secrets of the Dark Arts."

"Why on earth are you reading that?" she asked, mortified. I just glanced at her once more and walked to the room Kreacher gave me directions to.

Whilst reading, I heard Harry Potter enter and a bunch of people cheering. Why they believed him to be so bloody brilliant was something that couldn't process in my mind.