The Death Eater

-Severus Snape-

This was truly a wonderful feeling, to have finally been out of school for a few years, at the strongest point of my curious, young years. I was free to do whatever I pleased, and what did I please most? The dark arts of course - I am fascinated by them. Curses, oh they are the best. How many days had I spent in the library at Hogwarts looking up the most gruesome curses? The danger of them were always enough to take my breath away. What shall I do? Give you an extra head, watch your eyes burn out, see your fingertips melt? Cruciatus curse! Polyjuice potions! I thirsted to test them all on helpless victims! As long as nobody catches me, as long as I have some sense that it’s okay, I will not hesitate to practice my skills! But under the careful watch of the headmaster at Hogwarts, I never dared to cross a line.

But now I am free! Do you understand how great this is? A school will no longer limit me, torture me to wait, and wait seven years! Now I can finally do what I want - I want to become a Death Eater! Oh, just the name thrilled me, made me jump with horrible glee to be what I always wanted to be! Death Eaters were allowed to do the most amazing things! Curse people, cause havoc in the wizarding world and muggle world alike! Voldemort... the name was powerful, and just the sound of it reverberated off the invisible walls of fear and echoed inside my head so nicely. I loved that name, which sent fear coursing through every bone of anybody’s body, whether they be Death Eater or not.

Death Eaters are a new beginning, they had shown themselves merely three weeks ago, as Voldemort’s supporters grew into one, evil circle. He had risen great and powerful, unsuspected by the Ministry of Magic, only last year. His reign was new, but he was growing stronger and more feared with every passing day! I knew he would only become worse, until the world was his, and I wanted to be like him! I WANTED TO BE A DEATH EATER! To be his right hand man, to share his power, I wanted his evil reign to be MINE! And that was what I was going to do. If I try hard enough, I can get whatever I want. And this need was driving me almost to insanity!

If you want something, why don’t you go after it? Stop questioning and GO DO IT. My father would always repeat these words to me, so that was what I was going to do. Father, your words are not forgotten. I will go and do what I must, anything, I will kill to get what I want.

-Voldemort-

“Tell me, Malfoy, if the muggles didn’t escape, why couldn’t you kill them?”

“Master - they-”

“No excuses! You are far more powerful than a stupid, bloody muggle! Damn you! DAMN you for your impertinence! I strictly told you to follow my orders! My simple orders, Malfoy! I told you to kill those stingy muggles who hid their fucking mudblood from us! Do you understand how idiotic you made me look?!! Muggles and mudbloods do not escape ME!!! NEVER! NEVER!! NOW LEAVE!” I breathed in forcefully, finishing my rant.

Lucius had gone deathly pale. “Yes sir..” His face disappeared from the flames of my fireplace, leaving me to steam by myself, to mutter and rage at nobody in particular.

Right as I had begun to relax a bit, a loud rapping at the door caught me by surprise, sending one more wave of rage through me. How dare anybody come knocking on my door as if they were my equal! How DARE anyone intrude on my private property! They would indeed pay dearly for that simple knock!

I stomped to the door, throwing it open so hard it bounced against the wall with a loud thud, shattering the glass in it’s top section. As I glowered down upon my next victim, shooting daggers at the intruder, I witnessed the stranger bowing so low his long, black hair was trailing on the ground. I couldn’t help but feel slightly amused. “What do you want?” I spat at the humble bower, considering letting him live for a little while longer.

The man did not raise his eyes as he spoke, which made my hate for him even less than before. He was treating me like a god, which all my supporters should have done! “I have ventured many miles to seek you, oh powerful master. You are far greater than any wizard in the entire universe, and I beg to join your Death Eaters, for I could be of such service, I will be your most loyal servant.”

A smile crept across my face, and not a very pleasant one, I noted. “And what is your name, you who wish to share in my power?”

“My name is Severus Snape, and to share in your power would be an honour beyond all I have ever received,” the man said, still stuck in his bow.

“You may stand straight, Snape, let me see your face,” I ordered. Severus Snape stood straight, but did not look into my eyes. “What is the matter, Snape?”

“I fear you, master,” Snape chose his words carefully. And oh, such powerful words! I swelled with pride, unnoticeable to anyone but myself.

“I expect you to be a very great Death Eater, Snape. We will see what you are capable of tonight, when we raid this very village, actually. I have had some past experiences with it, and you might say the acquaintances I’ve made weren’t very good ones. And I do HATE bad acquaintances. Wouldn’t you agree?” I gave Snape a sadistic smile, which he did not return. But a steely glint formed in his eyes as he bowed once again to me.

“Yes, Master. It would be a great honour to join your Death Eaters tonight. How will you call for me?” Snape asked.

“Hold out your left arm,” I said. Promptly, he did as he was told, with no question despite the confusion in his expression. “My mark will be carved into your flesh, Snape. When it burns, you will know when to come,” I explained.

Snape nodded and watched as I withdrew my wand from my cloak. “And so starts your new, and glorious career as my servant, Snape! You will share in my power, if you please me!”

With that, I muttered the incantation for the Dark Mark to emerge from my wand. A small, black picture of an ugly skull with a snake running through the eyes and mouth appeared, and I touched the tip of my wand to Snape’s steady arm.

His cry of pain was horribly stifled as he endured the first of many pains which would result in my services. He was now my loyal slave, and would die for me. And I LOVED IT.