Shade (A Severus Snape Fanfiction)

|chapter eight|

A/N: Some light, brief smut in this chapter, nothing super graphic. I apologize for my lack of talent when it comes to writing smut 😅 I'm gonna get better at it.

With not much else to do since Severus had left, I had finally started a fire in hopes of warming the chilly little cottage and settled on the sofa with a book that I soon after realized I couldn't concentrate on.

My thoughts kept slipping back to Severus. Things had went so well that morning. He had even kissed me. Severus Snape actually kissed me, but then out of nowhere he seemed to shut back down. I wondered if he would actually return in the morning. Maybe the imtimancy shared between us had made him uncomfortable.

Or maybe he just realized the mistake he made by kissing you. The voice in my head said.

Well, fuck. It was back. "You're wrong," I said aloud.

Do you really think he truly wants you? Don't be absurd, you silly girl. A man like that does not fall in love. He just feels sorry for you.

"You can try to fuck with my head all you want, but I'm not breaking."

Says the girl talking to herself. You're so close to greatness. Why fight it any longer?

"Because I'm not evil. I refuse to be evil."

You see things so black and white, my dear. Your judgement is clouded by your upbringing. One day, very soon, you will understand what you are meant to do. You'll see how flawed your beliefs are.

"I would rather die."

You'll certainly want to before long.

The voice went silent after that, sending a shiver down my spine. It didn't say it as a threat, but more as a general statement. I spent a little longer trying to find interest in my book, but it was hopeless. All I could think about was those words.

I wondered what it had planned, and then I thought about how crazy I must have been to be sitting there fearing a voice that was inside of my head. Dumbledore had said it was my Shade powers trying to coax me into submission, but I still felt like a complete loon for sitting around and actually speaking back to it.

Despite what I had said to the voice, I was beginning to wonder if it was even worth the fight. I wasn't an idiot. I knew why Dumbledore dumped me in a little cottage in a secluded forest. He knew I was going to break, that my Shade powers would take over.

He had, essentially, sent the "now" me there to die and that thought was doing very little to brighten my mood.  

I decided to go to bed, stopping in the kitchen to take a sip of the potion Severus made for me, hoping it would fend off the dreams that I knew were to come.

I allowed myself to think of Severus as I settled into bed and closed my eyes, smiling as I thought back to our kiss. It had been perfect. I knew that day would be one that I would cherish forever.

I don't think I had ever been as happy as I had been at that little stream in the forest. Finally, after sometime, I closed my eyes and fell into what I hoped would be a peaceful sleep.

Screams. All I could hear was screams. They echoed through the forest, bouncing off the trees and into the night. And all I could do was laugh as I danced around a small clearing drenched in blood, reveling in the sound of their pain.