Clarissa Snape [incomplete]

twenty-two

—The Unbreakable Vow—

All the other fields out there are so basic, yeah I'm the central science.

Above is my husband, Scabior.

It was three am when I snuck out. I secured my cloak around my neck and jumped out the window and slid down the drain pipe, landing soundlessly on the grass below. I then sprinted from the house and when I felt that I was far enough, I dissolved into black mist and flew over houses and the busy people that were still awake at that ungodly hour.

I finally reached my destination and landed quietly on the drive of Malfoy Manor. I waved my wand and walked through the gate before entering their house like it was my own.

"Morning," I greeted, hugging Narcissa, Lucius, and Draco.

"You'll be okay," I said to the youngest malfoy, stroking his cheek and giving him the most affectionate look I could.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

Lucius spoke up, "It's time."

Draco gave me a fearful glance and followed his mother and father up the steps and around while I sat quietly on the sofa, awaiting his return.

I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep until Draco shook me awake.

"It's done," he whispered, helping me sit up.

"Mum and Bellatrix ran off somewhere around seven. She told you to eat and go home before your dad notices you're gone," he said.

I disregarded everything he said and snatched his left arm, pushing up the sleeve to reveal the mark. His dark mark that matched mine. I licked my lips and pulled the sleeve back down and stood, my body only three inches from his. I took his hands in my own and looked up at him, "You're all right?"

He nodded and pulled me into a hug and rested his chin on top of my head,

I buried my nose in his chest and squeezed his torso.

"What will school be like?" I asked, my voice muffled by his jacket.

I could hear him gulp and he explained his task. He had to kill the headmaster.

He had to kill Dumbledore.

—

After eating and spending some quality best friend bonding time with Draco, I quickly flew home and entered through my window. I changed back into the pajamas that I had worn the previous night, gave myself some bed head, some smudged eyeliner, and ran down the steps.

"Morning," I sang, making my voice raspier like I had just woken up.

"It's twelve in the afternoon."

"Good afternoon then."

This time he gave me a nod and pointed to the cup if tea sitting in front of him still steaming like it had just been finished.

I sat down and added cream, no sugar, and sipped it slowly while watching him carefully. He was obviously stressed from the way he was holding his own tea.

The question was, why was he stressed?

I tried to read him. I was becoming much better at it. Now I could read almost anyone as if they were an open book especially with the skill set I had in legilimency and occlumency. They could be shut down with a high security lock and I could probably read them. I had also mastered many spells and curses, too many to count, my killing technique was becoming more and more interesting with every kill I made and I could have people pleading at my feet in no time.

I was evil and I loved it.

The flavour of the darkness was addicting and I never wanted to even glance into the side of good again.

To have people begging at your mercy only to take their pathetic life was thrilling and something I couldn't let go of.

As long as Mudbloods and Muggles were roaming the earth, I would do everything I could to kill every last one of them.

—

MARISSA KENKIDU

Beloved Mother and Lover

A silent tear ran down my cheek but I didn't bother to wipe it away. This was my weakness. Family. My mum and dad, they were my weaknesses whether they be dead or alive.

I would always love them no matter what and that was a bad thing. That made me want to protect them, my dad especially and I couldn't have that. They were obstacles in the way of my destiny.

I had to stop the feeling of love, but I didn't know how. There was no way I could go to anyone about this. Everyone I was close to worked for the Dark Lord and was completely loyal to him.

As another tear fell, I wiped my face clean, drying it.

I knelt in the meadow and laid the bouquet of flowers I picked and kissed my first two fingers, placing them on her grave. I then apparated home to rest and think.

As soon as I landed in the living room, my father went on about how he had something important to do and left, slamming the front door.

"Well then," I said to myself, unbuttoning my trench coat and throwing it on the couch, my scarf following closely.

I climbed the stairs and into my room, laying on my bed completely bored out of my mind.

Not even three minutes later, there was a loud crash from the lower level.

I bolted upright and grabbed the nearest thing to me. A cordless lamp.

I held it over my shoulder and slowly walked down the steps.

I peaked around a corner and jumped two feet in the air when I heard, "You're a witch and your first line of defense is a lamp?"

I knew that voice.

"Scabior?!" I screeched, whirling around.

"Hello, beautiful," he smirked. I launched myself at him and hugged the life out of him.

Scabior was five years older than me. He lived down the road from my family and baby sat me all the time until he was thrown in Azkaban.

"When did you get out?" I asked as he sat me on my feet.

"Two months ago. I went and joined the Dark Lord and I feel better than ever!" he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and hugged him some more.

"You don't realize how much you'll miss someone until they actually leave you," he said dramatically.

"I'll bet it's been simply awful without me."

"You are quite right. How could I ever survive without my little Lissy?" he asked in a baby voice, pinching my cheeks. (Nickname is pronounced as it is spelled. It is not said as "Lizzy")

I smacked his hands away and collapsed on the armchair.

"So, how's life been?" he asked.

I sighed, "Well... It's been crazy."

"What missions have you been on?" he asked, sitting on the sofa, whipping himself up a cup of tea.

"I had to kill a girl named Linda and her aunt, Liberty. I've also killed a couple mudbloods here and there too. Not much," I said casually.

He raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his tea.

"How'd you kill them?"

I leaned forward and smiled, "Now that's the interesting part."

This was unedited. I apologize for any mistakes. I am going to go back an edit in a bit but I am currently busy.