All it takes is one person. (Snapexreader)

Chapter 34 ~the book~

I walked into the d.a.d.a. classroom. My bag on my shoulder, my little black, kind of frayed leather book in my hand. I had just written something down in there. For a week I also stored some drawings in there. Some that shouldn't be seen by the public. I pushed the book into my bag and sat down.
The lesson went on as usual. But my head was constantly spinning around the attacks on students and the things my Professor and Malfoy had been talking about... There was clearly a connection. Trying to kill Potter? Hm, no but someone obviously and Snape vowed to help him... Great! It's not like he already was in grave danger...
The Christmas break was about to begin and I had no idea what to do with myself... But then again... I wanted to go home, not for Christmas... But erase my family's memory of me. It hurt because I loved them, even though my parents hated me, but I had to do it! And they had to move. I already talked to Dumbledore about it and he told me there was a safe house they could have in the countryside.
I'd make up some story like that a friend of my stepfather, who had no family died and passed it on to him. Then I'd plant it into their minds...
It would be perfect since they didn't have money...
I'd just erase the memory of me from my grandparents, my father's family, and his wife's family too... It would be a lot of work but I had to get everyone in order to make it work!
"- you will be dueling each other."
The lesson ended. Dueling, huh? Great, they would 100℅ hex one another out of stupidity.
I packed all of my stuff into my bag and left the room, but not without a friendly "goodbye, sir" in professor Snape's direction.

Third-person pov.
(Y/n) picked her bag up and left the room and as she did her little black book fell out of her bag. Lying on the ground in the front row it caught Snap's attention.
"Why do those idiots always have to leave their stuff lying around?" he mumbled to himself in an annoyed manner.
"Let's see who's that is." He thought to pick it up looking at the first page.

He stopped a minute. She must have been kidding right? So he decided to pull out some of the papers that were stuck in there taking a look at them.

His eyes widened. This was terrible. Incredibly greatly drawn but well-drawn. Some pictures didn't make sense to him... The hands the wood and then there was this picture of him. Was that the way she saw him? He looked so vulnerable... So human? He looked like he actually felt on the inside. But how would she know that? How would she see him that way and why would she draw him? He shoved the pictures back inside of the book. He really wanted to read in it but somehow he couldn't. He already felt bad because he looked at the pictures... Why? If it was another student he wouldn't feel that way... Maybe because of the drawing of himself... He told himself to take the book with him and decided to give it back to (Y/n) at dinner.

A/N: I only own two of the pictures... Hopefully, you liked this little update.
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