Clarissa Snape [incomplete]

eighteen

—Bellatrix Lestrange—

I'm pretty sure this chapter is on drugs. It's so bad.

"Where is she?" a voice asked. I sat in Malfoy Manor, undisguised and ready to meet the one and only Bellatrix Lestrange.

Narcissa mumbled, "In there," and the door opened slowly. Now the Malfoys knew who I was in the form of Alexander so as long as they didn't tell my father, we wouldn't have a problem.

Bellatrix's head popped in from behind the door and she smiled at me.

"Look at the pretty girl," she said, stalking over to me slowly.

I stood from my seat and she stopped, watching me like a hawk but she smiled when I said, "Huge fan," and hand out my hand.

She eyed it and shook it.

"You're the one who killed the Woods girl?" she asked. I nodded.

"And her aunt?" I nodded a second time.

She patted my head and said, "Good girl."

I tried to hide my smile but couldn't. She sat me on the couch and started playing with my hair and said, "Your hair is lovely. Tell me. Do you get your looks from your mother because I've seen old Snapey and you aren't ugly like him," she said.

I frowned a bit but nodded.

"Yeah, I took on most of her traits."

"What was your mother's blood status?"

Of course.

"Pureblood," I lied.

"And you?"

"Pureblood," I said, lying again.

"How did you kill them?" she asked in a bloodthirsty way.

I explained to her in perfect detail how I killed Linda and her aunt Liberty.

She laughed maniacally and clapped her hands, "Beautiful! I could learn a thing or two from you!"

I got all giddy and excited when she told me this. She was my idol, I loved Bella.

How she tortured Neville's parents was genius. To torture someone into complete insanity was just. Wow. Terrifyingly evil, but still wow.

"Do you know the reason I'm here?" she asked. I shook my head.

"To teach you."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you figured out how to travel?" she asked, implying the black mist that we traveled by.

"Yes."

"Your mask?"

"Mask?"

She waved her wand in front of her face and a pretty, porcelain mask with silver and gold designs formed.

"Cool," I said in awe.

"You try."

I imagined myself with a mask similar to hers and waved my wand.

A mist similar to the one we flew with but white appeared and settled as a mask on my face.

"Very good," she said, bored.

"You've used the cruciatus curse?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Imperius?"

"Yes."

"Killing?"

"Actually, not yet."

"Wonderful."

She took me down to a cellar where a small girl sat.

"Kill her using the killing curse. She is a nasty mudblood whose parents left her behind to save themselves," she said.

"Better put her out of her misery then," I said, raising my wand.

"Avada Kedavra."

—

"What do you mean you don't understand?! It's simple! You put the rose petals in, then add a quarter of goblin pee, next you chew the scales for a minute, spit them in and stir!" I shouted at Draco, trying to get him to grasp the subtle science and exact art that is potion making.

He rubbed his eyes and groaned, "Potions is stupid!"

I narrowed my eyes and got close to his face, "Say it again. I dare you."

He cowered away as I smirked and turned back to the potion.

"The advantages are nice too," I said referring to being a death eater.

"How many people have you killed?" he whispered, grabbing thirteen rose petals and throwing them into the cauldron.

"Three. Stop worrying. It's easy when you aren't a wimp," I said giving him a 'you know who I'm talking about' look.

"I'll do it if I have to, but I don't understand how it doesn't affect you. Don't you feel bad?" he asked.

"No. I killed them for the Dark Lord because they knew things they shouldn't have and the last one was a filthy mudblood who had no place to go."

The false galleon in my pocket started to heat up, notifying me of the next D.A. meeting. I then disregarded it completely; I didn't go to those anymore. There really was no point to.

I told Draco to clean up the mess we made if he wasn't going to try and left the common room to go to my dad's personal chambers.

"Good day, sir," I said, flopping on his couch. He was in his armchair, reading and sipping a cup of tea. (Brittany)

He nodded to me but said nothing.

"So. Is Dumbridge ever going to realize that we hate her and leave? I would if the Weasley twins were planning an uprising."

"Let them, maybe she'll disappear for good."

I laughed and snatched his book and he looked up at me angrily.

"How long does it take you to make polyjuice potion?" I quizzed.

"A month. That was easy. Give me my book back," he said, reaching out his hand as if I were going to give him the book.

"What potion will help anyone recently poisoned?"

"I don't bother knowing that. Just shove a bezoar down their throat.

Huh. You learn something new every day.

I handed him his book back and laid on my back with my hand behind my head and feet crossed.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"Fine."

"Anything happen?"

"No."

"Pity. I tried to teach Draco some potion but he wouldn't listen.

"Welcome to my world."

See. I told you it wasn't good. Writing Bellatrix is hard, omg.