(NOT FINISHED) Curiosity Mirrored the Black Bird.

Nine.

      I sunk into what seemed like a bottomless void, it was the brightest most painful sleep I had encountered. I twisted and turned, I found it impossible to feel the weight of my body shift.

     I was unable to open my eyes, scared to do so, but I felt as if they were plastered together so it was useless to try. My eyes were nailed shut and I was trapped into a white room, trickling with fire.

      Voices washed over me, painful screams that filled my ears. I felt dozens of deaths ripple through my carcass. Every scream there was a blinding green light to accompany it - I knew what it was and I'd force myself to break out of this grasp.

      I hear a voice I knew, and I clung on to it. The voice of my mother, beckoning me forward. I focused all of my pain on those few words, draining the flames from my body.

      Not only do I feel my mother's chants washing over me, I felt another presence as my body began to wake itself. My body felt the black void that swallowed me slowly start to disappear until all that was left was the tingling in the tips of my fingers.

      The magic had finally woke and as my eyes flew open, my body rising into the air as if I was possessed, and a ring of blue light surrounded me.

      Unable to speak with my eyes clouded with the pain that remained, I let out a muffled scream as my magic tried to purge the evil that claimed my blood. My body collapsed back into the seat i was in, vomiting whatever amount of evil my body had managed to cling on to.

     The burning in my throat was immense as the failed purge emptied every content in my stomach, retching and whimpering as there was a continued attempt to drain me dry. The fire in my throat filling my stomach was much worse then the fire in my veins.

      My eyes had finally cleared, focusing on a dark figure sitting, leaned towards me, in the arm chair in front of mine. I was no coward to pain and isolation, but the violation my body had just overcome caused me to throw myself back in the chair and screamed.

"Amortia..?," The familiar velvet voice reached out to my ears, his hand extending towards me. I so badly wanted to reach out and grasp onto the comforting bellow.

      I once again felt the blue light, obviously filled with magic, surround my body in explosive rates. It grew immensely and flung the chair I had been forced to take refuge in towards the voice. "What did you do to me," I cried out, smoke piling out of my nose, embracing the dragon I felt crawling in my body. "What DID you DO,"

I had stomped so hard unable to control the urge filling me from the bottom to the top. A rip in the ground formed, splitting the other arm chair that had the occupant inside if it, forcing him to move swiftly out of the way.

"Please," The voice pleaded, breaking under him, "Please let me explain," Severus Snape begged, his arm extending towards me once again.