Into the Dark: The Story of Selena Snape

Chapter 10

Selena's POV

I rushed down to the hospital wing as quickly as I could to see if Katie was alright. I was breathing extremely heavy from running and also from the anxiousness of it all. I never intended to hurt Katie in any way. Why did she have to go and open the box and touch the necklace?! What on earth was she thinking?? Did my Imperius curse not work properly? So many questions left unanswered. As I got to the the entrance of the hospital wing I crashed through the doors with unexpected force, causing many people lying in the beds to turn their heads frantically towards me.

"What are you all staring at?!" I screamed, the temper of my father making its way into my being. However, the tone in my voice this time seemed much more angrier, and evil. I almost sounded like...oh God. This wasn't happening. Was I really turning into a clone of the Dark Lord? I was losing too much control over myself and it was scaring me. I could feel my Dark Mark under my sleeve throbbing a little as I let the rage out.

"What is the meaning of this?" Madame Pomfrey cried as she stared at me, flabberghasted by my rage as I entered the room.

"S-sorry I didn't mean to...um is Katie Bell here?" I stumbled on my words as I tried to calm myself and get back to why I was even here.

"Oh, well yes dear she is just over there," Poppy pointed over to the end of the beds in the hospital wing.

"Is-is she alright?" I asked in a weak tone. I was bracing myself for the worst.

"Barely, she almost got herself killed by touching a cursed necklace. I had to revive her with some mild curse exposure potion, but it looks like she'll make it." I sighed in relief. Who knows what I would do if she died and I was the one responsible for her death. I would have to run away with the Death Eaters and never return out of shame and guilt.

I took a quick look over to Katie, who was sleeping soundly in her hospital bed. I walked over to her quickly, taking her hand in mine and whispered in her ear. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for you to be hurt like this. I'm sorry I've become such a monster." I breathed, on the verge of tears at the reaction of these recent changes in my being.

I then walked off and made my way back to the Slytherin common room to just lay down in my bed and sob. I cried for about a half an hour at how much of a monster I have become. I knew I was only doing it for the Dark Lord's purposes, not for my own, but I still felt incredibly guilty for having to commit such a horrible crime by the end of this year. I wish I could just walk up to the Dark Lord and tell him I've had enough, but I just couldn't. He would most likely kill me for my failures and weakness. Why did I put myself in this position? Power. That's why. My inner voice was telling me this. I wanted my whole life to be known as one of the most powerful witches of all time. But now I didn't know anymore. After what happened today, I don't know how I was possibly going to go through with it.

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A few months had past since my first attempt at murdering Dumbledore. I had returned to the Dark Lord alone a week later to recieve my mask and brand new cloaks for the mission. They were extremely beautiful. The mask shaped my face perfectly as I put it on. It magically fused with my face so it could look almost as if I had a silver frame for a face, and easily shielded my identity. My cloak was very fancy. It was sparkly black with silver lining that went up from my legs to my torso. When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't believe this gorgeous dark figure was me standing there. It made me feel a little better about what I was going to do. When the Dark Lord would notice my change in character a few times from thinking about how much I was going to hurt so many around me once I killed him, he would remind me again of how it was for the best and how doing this would get to Potter in the end, which made me feel better. I wanted Potter to be gone from existance. He meant absolutely nothing to me.

School once again was rather boring. As I focused more on my work, which kept my mind off the mission, I felt happier and it distracted me from all the stress of it. However, father was still acting very strange. He would always stare at me in his class and at meals, but it was in a much different way than all the other times he would stare at me. He had a very pained expression in his eyes, a dissappointed look. It made me feel even more guilty. It then dawned on me. Could he possibly know? No, how could he? I never slipped anything to him, and no one else knew about me being a follower. So what the heck was wrong with him?

In the weeks time, Draco volunteered this time to poison Dumbledore, by adding a Draught of Living dead to an everyday beverage we witches and wizards drink in our world. He took it from Professor Slughorn's office, added the poison to it, and put it back. We knew that he would intend to give this to Dumbledore, as he mentioned it once in Potions class. Draco was the one who decided to do it this time because he knew how bad I felt about this, and just let me sit back if it came to the point where it would fail, and all we had left was just to kill him on the astronomy tower one of these nights like the Dark Lord intended. Obviously, it failed again. Ron Weasley was the one affected by the posion this time. Somehow he ended up drinking it but had survived from Potter's quick thinking to give him a Bezeaor in reaction to the poison in his body. Funny how he knew how to do that..

Even though I hated Weasley too, I couldn't help but have that guilty feeling in my chest once again. It was driving me crazy! One minute I was all evil and ready to strike at any moment, and the next I felt horrible for even thinking those thoughts or doing those actions. I needed to sort myself out.

The next few days I felt very nervous and was really jumpy for some reason. I knew it would be soon that I would have to fufill this mission. I could feel it. I made my way to the Great Hall for lunch this afternoon and was about to sit down next to Draco when I suddenly saw that Harry was talking to Katie Bell on the other end of the hall. As they were talking, I saw Katie stop as she glanced her way over to me, looking like she was trying to remember something important and had finally figured it out. Harry then saw that she was looking at me and also turned to me, a vicious glare aiming right towards me. I suddenly knew that he found out. He knew I was a Death Eater and I was toast. I stumbled backwards and then walked out of the Great Hall. I could hear someone's loud footsteps following me as I ran down the hall towards the girl's bathroom. I ran to a sink and washed my face. I started to sob hysterically when I heard the all too familiar and annoying voice yell to me.

"I know what you did, Snape. You cursed Katie didn't you? With the necklace!" I turned around to seem him glaring intently at me. A full burst of rage came through me and I couldn't control it anymore. This was the moment. I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled up my wand quickly and shouted the first and most horrible curse that came to mind.

"Avada Kedavra!!" I shouted angrily. Harry then swiftly dodged it somehow and looked back at me in a horrified way. He then sent a stunning spell my way and I too had dodged it easily. We sent spells at each other back and forth for minutes when we finally hid ourselves from each other. I then waited for the perfect moment when i jumped out and shouted the killing curse toward him once again. He missed it by inches this time. I was about to run for cover when I heard him shout an all too familiar spell that I couldn't believe anyone else knew besides my father and I.

"Sectumsempra!" Harry shouted, hitting me square in the chest. I fell flat on my back in agonizing pain, and soon was laying in my own pool of blood, gasping for breath. I could see Harry's shocked expression for a moment after he realized what he had done. I was about to black out, when I heard footsteps sprinting to my side and then saw the familiar black cloak and hair as he kneeled beside me. I looked up to see father give Harry a flabberghasted look as he then ran off. Dad then got closer to me and started chanting his healing spell.

"Vulnera Sanentur....Vulnera Sanentur-it's going to be okay Selena, I'm here." breathed as he motioned his wand over the deep gashes in my chest. I then felt him kiss me on the cheek when everything fizzeled out and went black.