Cursed (SnapeXreader)

The letter

Uploaded: 04/10/20

After Snape finished explaining everything about the meeting to you and Dumbledore, you spent the rest of the evening in Snape's office, training your Occlumency skills, in order to stop Voldemort from seeing anything that could expose you and Snape's true intentions.

You were tired, all energy was drained from your body by the early hours of the morning. Snape pushed you to your limits, checking over and over again that you could successfully block him from your thoughts.

The hardest part was now to make up some fake memories, new thoughts that would prove that you were on the dark side. You needed to show that you were determined to follow through with the order to kill Dumbledore, and that you had true intentions to become a death eater. You could never show Voldemort that you and Snape were working with Dumbledore, any thoughts with him involved must be purely regular interactions as it would be between any headmaster and and student...none of those secret meetings or any of the chats you had with him about working against the dark side. If Voldemort ever found out you were working against him, and that you were blabbing to Dumbledore about the Dark side's plans and discussions you would be dead.

And Snape too.

The dungeons became increasingly cold during night time, your body shivered, lips turning a light shade of blue. Snape noticed this, pointing his wand at the fireplace, a ball of fire erupting from its tip, lighting the wood logs. You admired his skills in non-verbal spells and silently wished you were able to do such things.

"Thank you Sir." You reply, rubbing the sides of your arms in an attempt to warm your body, you felt a little embarrassed that Snape was able to read your feelings so damn easily.

"I think you deserve a break Miss White, sit down." Said Snape, taking a seat behind his desk. He looked tired too, his pale complexion showing the dark circles beneath his eyes.

He too needed a break, it had been a long day for the both of you.

You sat down, this was your chance to ask him about what Dumbledore showed you previously that night. You twiddled your fingers as Snape took out some parchment, reading through it and marking it. His face held an expression of irritation, frowning as he harshly scribbled down negative feedback. Whoever this piece of work belonged to, they had obviously not impressed him.

{Better them than me!} You thought to yourself. It had been a while since Snape insulted your work, and you were quite content with this.

Snape could obviously sense your eyes on him as he looked up, his eyebrow raised.

"What is it?" He asked coldly.

You shuffled in your seat nervously, not knowing how to start the conversation on a most likely sore subject.

"Well, Dumbledore gave me this." You say, taking out the letter your mother left for you. "It's...well you know what it is. I haven't opened it yet." You placed the letter back into your robe pocket. You knew that Snape had given this to Dumbledore after your mother gave it to him, his black eyes tracing the familiar envelope.

"I don't know what it says inside Miss White. It's something you're going to have to find out for yourself." He says, resuming to scrawl down harshly, his old-balding quill scribbled away as his large nose was pointed down at the piece of parchment in front of him.

"That's not what I was getting at Sir. In the Pensieve I saw..." you falter, the nerves building up inside of you. "I saw you...talking with my mother. You promised her that you would watch over me when she died. Why did you do that?" You ask him, his narrowing eyes now looking at you.