Clarissa Snape [incomplete]

twenty

—Boggart—

If you want to feel a bond then I can give you a good reaction.

"That never get's old," I said to Draco after chugging my polyjuice potion.

"Won't the teachers realize that you've been missing a lot of classes?" he asked

"Sure they will but I'll be gone before they ask questions, and besides you will cover for me won't you?"

"Yes, but if you get caught then it's Azkaban for you."

"That won't happen."

"It might."

I glared at him and put my mouth a centimeter from his ear and whispered, "If I do then I know it's your fault. Don't betray me Draco. I will always find a way to get you."

He shivered and gulped before I left the men's restroom of the Three Broomsticks and apparated to Knockturn Alley

I walked down an alleyway and saw my father sliding down a wall with cuts forming all over his body. I jumped completely and utterly surprised, like what the actual fuck, and quickly ran to him. It didn't make sense. My dad was at the school teaching miserable and ungrateful little twats. Pointing my wand at him I yelled, "Riddikulus!" and he transformed into the adorable human of Draco Malfoy pulling weird poses that made me giggle.

Damn boggarts. I took boggart Draco with me and shut him in a small cupboard in a random restaurant before continuing on my journey to Borgin and Burkes and entering silently.

I walked through the odd aisles and to the counter then asked, "Where is it?"

The man who had previously been reading some book on the dangers of muggle grown pineapples jumped up and pointed behind me where a large cabinet stood.

"I know exactly who can fix the brother," I said out loud, thinking of my blonde friend who was due to become a death eater very soon. The man asked a question that I either subconsciously ignored or didn't hear because I'm deaf. He opened his mouth to ask again but I silence him.

"Shut up (pronounced: shaddap)."

See, I told you.

He glared at me and I glared back. Kinda like a mean staring contest.

"You dare look at me with such disrespect? Do you know who I am?"

Probably not since I rarely went to that shop and I was a juvenile Slytherin student?

He narrowed his eyes and I lifted up my left sleeve. He saw my cool ass death eater mark that I was oh-so-proud of and fear immediately filled his eyes and expression as he started pleading for his life.

I smiled to myself and whispered, "Imperio."

'Cause I'm an asshole and kill people for no reason.

—

I sat in my usual dark corner in the library reading a book called 'The Picture of Dorian Grey' by Oscar Wilde, my all time favourite author and playwright. He is just amazing and his work is phenomenal. He's so funny and casual it's great.

I giggled at one of his famous sentences when the book was rudely snatched from my hand.

"I do hope you plan to give that back," I said in a bored tone, re-positioning myself to awaken my sleeping bum.

"Not in the slightest," the voice that I knew all too well said.

"Where have you been disappearing off to?" asked my father