The Lost Twin ( Harry Potter Fanfic)

He's back.

Over the course of three months, I kept having dark thoughts. Very dark thoughts, whenever I got angry, I wasn't just angry, I was pure vicious and evil. And whenever I was sad, i was depressed. I didn't know what was happening to me, i was changing and the dreams returned slowly, but they were move vivid.

I even dreamed of killing Dumbledore and torturing Harry. I didn't know what to do and I refused to talk to anyone. I stopped helping Harry, Ron and Hermione with their foolish ideas of some stone they kept going on and on about. Whenever I was around them, I was tempted to say something cruel or rude. 

The ring, however, was absolutely amazing. It improved my magic, i did things that I could never do before. Non verbal spells were easy and my ring protected me from anything. I had tried some complex spells on my self, but every time, the shield would come up, stopping anything to get to me. I was amazed by this little present, I wondered who could have probably sent me something so amazing. Now I had this amazing ring, and a powerful wand.. I could do so much...

The only different thing was, Voldermort had stopped possessing me, I still didn't know how in the world he did that, but my eyes stopped glowing, and I stopped doing things I had no control over. 

I started having some odd thoughts about my parents, about their death. I knew they were murdered, but what I couldn't help but wonder was why did my mother die for Harry? Why didn't she let Voldermort kill him and stay to raise me. Every time I thought about this, something inside of me ached, and it made my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. 

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I was walking to Snape's dungeons for potions on a chilly Monday morning. I had stopped being such a bitch to him, and stayed quiet. Honestly, I hated him. I didn't know exactly why, but I just hated him, and I knew if I said something to make him angry, he'd get angry and say something stupid, which would cause me to do something i'd probably regret. 

I had also quit the Quidditch team. Several students were appalled considering I was a first year, quitting. But I had tons of reasons. One being I hated Flint, he tried to flirt with me every 5 minutes and he was a terrible keeper. Second reason, I realized I didn't like quidditch very much, It was more Harry's thing then mine and i despised him beating me every time we played. 

When I arrived at the dungeons, and taken my seat, something pulled me out of my thoughts. Pansy and Draco were talking to Snape at the front, quickly and quietly about something, and every few seconds Draco would send a nervous look in my direction.

I rolled my eyes, and began to copy down the notes on the front board, waiting for Snape to began class. When he started walking over here, with Pansy and Draco behind him.

I narrowed my eyes as he approached. " What?" I said rather harshly.

" Don't use that tone with me, Ms Evans. Now show me your ring." He said just as harshly.

I looked at him for a good minute, before I pulled the ring off my finger and put it in his hand. 

" Is there a reason why you took my ring?" I asked. My voice was dangerously calm, I refused to blow up now. I would take care of Pansy later. 

" Yes. Where did you get this ring from?" Snape asked.

" It was a Christmas present." I said. 

" From?"

"Bella. It has a simple shield charm place around it." I lied nonchalantly.

Snape still not believing me, but having no choice walked away, handed my ring back to me. I slipped it back on and immediately felt better.