Clarissa Snape [incomplete]

twenty-five

— Dumbledore's Secret —

This is choppy and p much shitty so heads up. I wrote this to pillowtalk so if it gets saucy, you know why.

Also, I was just browsing for story music like I usually do and I found a song that almost perfectly described Clarissa. It is called 'Church On Sunday' by GRACE and it just describes some of the things she goes through.

"Draco Malfoy. If you don't put that down right now, I'll punch you in the balls," I said, reaching for the book that he was holding over his head in the middle of Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.

He just smirked down at me with a mischevious glint in his grey eyes.

"Give. It. Back," I growled. He shook his head and held it higher if possible. My father was literally watching us and doing nothing. I glared at him and poked Draco's stomach. He giggled.

"Oh," I said, "Ticklish are we?" He bit his lip and I poked him and he held back a laugh.

I chuckled to myself as my fingers attacked his sides making him laugh and drop the book. I quickly grabbed it and ran to the other side of the room. We were supposed to be practicing some defensive spell that I couldn't remember.

"What are we supposed to be doing?" I asked a random Gryffindor.

"Non-verbal spells stunning spells," he answered and I nodded.

Easy enough.

Draco met with me again and I pointed my wand at him and clearly thought, stupefy.

A light shot from my wand and he flew backwards onto the floor.

"Good job," he groaned and stood up only to be sent back by my light again.

—

The black mist fell behind me as I flew to Malfoy Manor. I slowly dissolved and landed before walking up to the meeting room, disguised as Alexander.

I sat in my seat next to my father and looked to the table, waiting for the Dark Lord's orders.

"Draco," he said. The light haired boy looked toward the Dark Lord, frightened and he stuttered out, "Y-yes my L-lord."

"How is your progress?"

I looked to Draco, confused.

"The cabinet is slowly becoming repaired," he said.

Ah, that.

"Alexander," said the Dark Lord.

"Yes my lord?" I responded.

"Robert Cross, Gryffindor House. Leave now," he said. I knew what he meant immediately. There was a student in Gryffindor house named Robert Cross and I had to kill him. Simple.

I stood and left as instructed, avoiding Draco's gaze as I did.

As soon as I was out of the building, I flew away and went to Hogwarts.

Robert Cross, Gryffindor House.

I walked into the hall and quickly found a random Gryffindor student, using the Imperius Curse to lead him into an empty hall that was barely used.

"Robert Cross. Do you know him?" I asked.

He slowly nodded.

I took off the curse and looked him dead in the eye.

"Who is Robert Cross?" I asked.

"W-why? Where am I? How did I get here?" he spluttered.

I grabbed his shoulders and said, "I am under Dumbledore's orders. Robert may be in trouble and I need to help him. Please, who is he, Robert Cross?" I asked, faking a look of fear in my eyes.

He then became scared and said, "I think he is a third year," he said.

A third year? Why would the Dark Lord want a third year dead?"

"What is his blood status?" I asked, making sure he could see the confusion in my eyes.

"I'm pretty sure he is a muggle-born," he answered.

"Last question. How do I find him?"

—

That week, I wasn't watching where I was going on the way to my next class and I somehow ended up by the headmaster's office.

"Acid Pops," I said. Talking to Dumbledore would be much more fun than Transfiguration, even if we were on different sides of all of this chaos.

I went to open the door when I heard voices. They were Dumbledore's and my father's.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" said dad.

Tell him what?

"There is no stopping it Severus," said Dumbledore.

"The Malfoy boy. He has been ordered to kill you," said dad.

"I am aware but you, Severus, you must be the one to kill me."

My heart was pounding against my chest. If my father killed Dumbledore, it would confirm my suspicions that he was on the light side.

I heard no response; I ran. I ran down the steps and to the Transfiguration room.

It was either Draco or my dad.

There was nothing good going to come out of Dumbledore's death. The two people I was closest to and cared for the most were on the spot to kill Dumbledore.

When I reached Professor McGonagall's room, my heart was pounding from fright and from running. My breathing was rapid, I was light headed, and my anxiety was through the roof.

I looked in the classroom and made eye contact with McGonagall for a moment before my vision went black and I fell to the ground.