Chapter 5 - Diary of a Death Eater

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Chapter 5 – Diary of a Death Eater

The days passed quickly. Severus and Hermione formed a sort of unspoken routine. He would come and shake her bed at six in the morning and they would work until nine o’clock, when Hermione would feed Viktoria breakfast and then spend a few hours with her daughter. After lunch, Hermione would come back to her room, where she and Severus would work until late afternoon. It was surprising the amount of work they were able to accomplish. By the end of two weeks, she had amassed a huge collection of stories and information.

Hermione rarely interrupted him while he spoke. He was very detailed in his explanations of the intricacies of both the actions of Death Eaters and the many raids he participated in, as well as observed. He finally explained the truth behind many Death Eater myths — no, Death Eaters did not share their wives; no, not all Death Eaters were Slytherins; yes, there was a charm on the mask to incite fear. And most importantly, there had never been any such thing called a Dark Revel.

Severus also wanted to include the history of Tom Riddle. He said it was important that people really know who this man was, before he became Voldemort. Severus described what happened the night Voldemort

tried to kill Harry as a baby, as well as the night he used Harry's blood to regain his physical form.

Hermione typed on, and briefly wondered how Severus knew so many details about the night Voldemort tried to kill baby Harry.

One day though she grew incredibly curious about two things. Severus had become a Death Eater not long after graduating from Hogwarts, yet he was really only a full participating Death Eater for what seemed to be a period of about two years. The first thing she was curious about was how he lured his victims. While he did not kill many during his years with the Death Eaters, the few people who did die at his hands were young women barely into their twenties. The other question was: why did he stop?

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“Professor,” she said as she looked to him. His place was always the same: next to her desk, on the large leather chair. “How did you lure the Muggle victims Voldemort sent you to kill?

He turned his head slowly towards her.

“Animals lure, people entice.” His eyes glittered, and he cocked his head to the side slightly. “Do you find me attractive, Mrs. Krum?”

Hermione stared into his eyes for several moments, and then swallowed hard.

“Yes,” she said. “In a dangerous and unattainable sort of way.”

“If you saw me from across a room while I was standing alone, looking as though I was bored and uninterested, would you think me a challenge?”

She created the scene inside her mind, and chuckled.

“I think any woman would.”

“That was how my victims came to me. Lucius was sometimes seen as arrogant and unapproachable, simply because some women thought him too good for them. In contrast, I was seen as a challenge, a man in a dark corner, who looked dangerous, yet withdrawn. I was seen as someone who, perhaps, looked lonely or bored with all going on around him. I played my game with little effort.”

As he spoke, Hermione typed and wondered how many times she had done just what he had described — approached a lonely-looking boy — before she met Viktor. It would have been so easy for Severus to have taken her had she been alive in that time. She shivered, thinking what he would have done.

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Severus always made it a point to never look into the eyes of the Muggle he was told to kill. He knew better. One particular night, he was standing in the shadows just outside a Muggle nightclub. He saw a young woman walking out towards the darkness of the streets. It was the one occasion that he actually pursued someone.

He had been particularly angry that day, and had argued with Lucius. They had gone on a raid two days prior, and Lucius — in his anxiousness to cause havoc — became careless. They had barely gotten away as the Aurors Apparated onto the scene. Severus visited Lucius that morning and told him that his negligence would one day land him in Azkaban. How right he had been.

As the woman rounded the corner, Severus caught up with her and was almost within reaching distance. He cast a cloaking charm on himself and continued to follow her. Just as she reached the door of her flat, he grabbed her and Apparated away.

There was something he needed to do. The frustration he had felt building all day because of Lucius needed to be released — and what better way to do this than to have a writhing young woman beneath him. Severus took a small bottle out of his pocket and held her mouth open, then poured the contents down her throat. Within seconds, she stopped kicking and scratching at him.

He kissed and sucked at her neck. As his hands roughly kneaded her breasts, her hands reached down to unbutton his pants and then took hold of his erection. When he pulled her skirt up, he realized she wore no undergarments.

“Yes,” she moaned as she spread her legs open to him, and he thrust into her deeply.

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Hermione typed furiously. Every now and then, she would wiggle a bit in her seat and wipe the sheen of sweat beginning to form on her forehead, all the while thinking that Severus Snape was one hell of a storyteller.

Onward they went until finally after two weeks, five hours, and twenty-seven minutes, it was finished. All five hundred and sixty-two pages of the book that would be known as “Diary of a Death Eater – The Story of Severus Snape – Spy and War Hero.” She insisted on the “war hero” part. He was a hero, for after all was said and done, it was finally revealed that his spy work was what had turned the tide in favor of the Order’s victory.

She saved her work on a disk and enclosed it in a small clear case, then placed it on her nightstand. In the morning, she would take Viktoria to Muggle London. She knew of a place where she could print out the entire file for little money. She looked at the clock on the mantle, next to the leather chair where Severus still sat. It was almost five o’clock. She would have to start dinner soon. She looked to him and wondered about her second question. Why did he turn against Voldemort? He never spoke of it. It was something he left out of the book entirely. Why?

“What is it?” he asked, knowing she had a question on her mind, yet was too afraid to ask.

“Why did you turn away? Why did you decide to become a spy and work against Voldemort? When you came to that part in the book, you skirted around the reason.” She wondered if he would answer her, or just try to change the subject, like the day she asked him if he had killed his father.

He stood and looked out the window. Hermione moved to stand next to him. His eyes stared off into the distance. She thought she saw a tear begin to fall down his cheek.

“Bluebells,” he whispered and then disappeared.

“Bluebells?” She shook her head, wondering what he could have possibly met. Whatever the reasons, they were very personal to him, and she knew she could never ask him again. If he ever decided to tell her, he would do so when the time was right.

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I hope you like this chapter. I've got a bit written for the next chapter, but I'd like to add a bit more. Thanks to all who have read so far and taken the time to review. I appreciate all of your comments.