Obsidian Hearts

AU / Same world as all of my previous stories.
The world and the characters in it belongs to J.K. Rowling

AN: This story will be a multi-chapter one, I don t know how long or how frequently will I update but I will try not to finish on a cliffhanger. If you got any constructive criticism feel free to share it.

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In the dimly lit chamber of the Malfoy manor, Severus Snape stood nervously before Tom Riddle, He possessed an air of enigmatic allure, his physical appearance often described as striking and charismatic. With a demeanor that hinted at both charm and danger, Riddle had a commanding presence that left a lasting impression on those who encountered him. Severus s heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. He had just completed his potion mastery, a feat that had taken years of dedication and relentless study. Now, as he stood in the presence of the Dark Lord and his fellow Death Eaters, he awaited their judgment.

Seated on a dark throne-like chair at the head of the room, He regarded Severus with his crimson eyes, a faint glimmer of approval in their depths. Beside him, his loyal followers, cloaked in shadows, watched in silence.
"Severus Snape," Tom began, his voice low and commanding, "you have achieved a milestone few can boast of. Your mastery of potion craft is commendable, a testament to your dedication to the Dark Arts."

Severus bowed his head humbly, unable to meet the piercing gaze of his master. The weight of Voldemort words settled upon him, mingling with the dark energy that permeated the room.
"Rise, Severus," Voldemort commanded, and Severus obeyed, straightening his posture as he met the Dark Lord's gaze.
"You have proven yourself worthy of our cause," Voldemort continued, his voice resonating with power. "Your skills shall serve us well in the battles to come."
A sense of pride swelled within Severus at the praise, though he knew better than to let it show. He had long yearned for validation from the one he considered his mentor, his guide in the dark arts.
"As a token of my appreciation," Voldemort said, his lips curling into a sinister smile, "I bestow upon you the mark of our allegiance."
With a wave of his hand, Voldemort summoned a silver dagger, its blade glinting in the dim light. Severus held his breath as the dagger hovered before him, the symbol of his devotion to the Dark Lord."Kneel, Severus," Voldemort commanded, and Severus obeyed without hesitation, sinking to one knee before his master.
With a swift motion, Voldemort pressed the tip of the dagger against his forearm, drawing forth a single drop of blood. As the blood mingled with the metal of the dagger, a searing pain shot through Severus's arm, followed by a surge of dark energy that coursed through his veins.
As Voldemort withdrew the dagger, Severus looked down at his arm to see the mark of the Death Eaters etched into his flesh, a twisted skull with a serpent protruding from its mouth.

"You are now one of us, Severus Snape," Voldemort declared, his voice echoing through the chamber. "May your loyalty never waver, and your dedication never falter."
Severus bowed his head once more, the weight of his new allegiance settling upon him like a shroud. He had made a choice, a choice that would shape the course of his destiny forever. And as he rose to his feet, he knew that there would be no turning back, He just became a double agent only truly known by Albus Dumbledore. As the other Death Eaters murmured their approval, Severus cast a glance around the chamber, meeting the eyes of his fellow comrades. Some regarded him with indifference, others with thinly veiled contempt. He knew that his newfound status would not earn him universal acceptance among their ranks. But he also knew that he had taken a step closer to the power and influence he craved.

Voldemort, sensing the tension in the room, rose from his throne-like chair, his presence commanding the attention of all who stood before him.
"Tonight," he announced, his voice resonating with authority, "we celebrate the addition of a new member to our esteemed ranks. Let it be known that Severus Snape has proven himself worthy of our cause."
The Death Eaters erupted into applause, their voices echoing off the stone walls of the chamber. Severus felt a surge of satisfaction at the recognition, though he knew that his true test lay ahead.
As the celebration continued into the night. Despite the revelry, he could not shake the sense of unease that gnawed at him from within. He knew he would be called upon to commit unspeakable deeds in the name of the Dark Lord, to sacrifice his own morality for the sake of Albus and the Order.
But as he looked into the eyes of his comrades, their faces illuminated by the flickering torchlight, Severus knew that he was willing to pay whatever price was demanded of him. For he had chosen his path, and now, there was no turning back.

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Weeks had passed since Severus Snape had received the Dark Mark from Lord Voldemort. One evening, as the shadows lengthened in the corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Severus found himself standing before the office of Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of the school and the only man whom Severus trusted with his secrets.
"Severus, come in," Dumbledore's warm voice greeted him as he entered the office.
Severus stepped inside, the weight of his burden pressing down upon him like a leaden cloak. I trust that no one has seen you, Severus. "Albus," Severus began, his voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and resignation, "I did it. I managed to become a death eater. We gathered at Malfoy manor for the celebration of my mastery in potion. "

Dumbledore regarded him with his piercing blue eyes, his expression unreadable. "Speak, Severus," he said gently. "You must tell me every detail."
And so, Severus recounted the events that had transpired in the chamber of the Dark Lord, his voice steady as he described the mark of the Death Eaters that now branded his arm.
Dumbledore listened in silence, his face grave as he absorbed Severus's words. When Severus had finished speaking, there was a moment of heavy silence that hung between them, broken only by the crackling of the fireplace.

The old wizard leaned back in his chair, steeping his fingers in front of him. "Thank you, Severus, for your honesty," he said finally, his tone somber. "I know the path you have chosen was not an easy one, but I believe there is still more to do."
"Do you truly believe that, Albus?" Severus asked, his voice barely above a whisper. What is the next move, we are waiting for Tom s next move? Dumbledore regarded him thoughtfully for a moment before speaking. "You can start by using your position within the Death Eaters to gather information, to undermine their efforts from within," he suggested. Severus nodded, determination shining in his eyes. "I will do whatever it takes, Albus." Albus smiled, a warm and genuine expression that reached his eyes. "I have faith in you, Severus," he said softly. "And as long as you remain true to yourself, I believe you will find the answers you seek." Before Severus could dwell further on this, the door to

Dumbledore's office burst open, and in stumbled Sybil Trelawney, the Divination professor, her eyes wide with terror.
"Professor Dumbledore!" she exclaimed, her voice quavering with fear. "I-I have just had the most terrifying vision!"
Dumbledore and Severus turned to face her, concern etched upon their faces as they awaited her revelation.
Trelawney took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she spoke. "A prophecy," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "A prophecy about a child who would be born at the end of July, whose destiny is to defeat the Dark Lord."
Trelawney's revelation sent a shiver down Severus' spine. He exchanged a grave glance with Dumbledore, the weight of the prophecy sinking in. "Are you certain of what you saw, Sybil?" Dumbledore inquired, his tone gentle yet firm.
Trelawney nodded, her eyes still wide with the remnants of her vision's terror. "Yes, Headmaster," she replied, her voice shaky but resolute. "The prophecy was clear. The child born at the end of July is destined to vanquish the Dark Lord."
Severus felt a surge of apprehension coursing through him. The timing, the significance it all seemed too poignant to dismiss. "What must we do, Albus?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.

Dumbledore's expression was grave as he pondered the implications. "We must ensure that this child is protected at all costs," he declared, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "Severus, I need you to gather information, to find out who this child is."
Severus nodded, his mind already calculating the potential dangers that lay ahead. "I will do everything in my power, Headmaster," Albus whole demeanour turned dark and cold. Severus you also must inform Riddle about this. He has to learn this information from you. It will gain you trust is his ranks. Severus mind went numb. But Albus, It will put god knows how many children into danger, is this really necessary? Am I have to do this? Dumbledore's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting the weight of the decision. "Severus, I understand your concerns. But Voldemort's trust in you is crucial for our cause. It's a risk we must take to protect the greater good. You have always been our inside man, and this is another test of your loyalty."
Severus swallowed hard, the conflict evident in his eyes. "I will do as you ask, Headmaster," he conceded reluctantly. "But know that I do not take this lightly."

Albus placed a reassuring hand on Severus's shoulder. "I know, my boy. And for that, I am grateful. Trust in your instincts, Severus, and remember our ultimate goal to defeat Voldemort and ensure the safety of all."
With a heavy heart, Severus nodded, steeling himself for the difficult path ahead. The fate of the wizarding world rested on his shoulders, and he would do whatever it took to fulfil his orders, even if it meant sacrificing his own moral compass in the process.
As Severus left Dumbledore's office, his mind buzzed with conflicting emotions. The weight of the task ahead felt heavier than ever before. He knew the dangers of playing both sides, of being a double agent in the midst of a war that threatened to consume everything he held dear.

But he also understood the necessity of his role. The protection of the child mentioned in the prophecy was paramount, as was the need to maintain Voldemort's trust. It was a delicate balance, one that required him to navigate treacherous waters with precision and cunning.
His allegiance to Dumbledore was unwavering, yet he couldn't shake the nagging doubt that gnawed at the edges of his conscience. The lines between right and wrong blurred in the murky world of espionage and war, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
With a heavy sigh, Severus retreated to the solitude of his chambers, seeking solace in the dim candlelight that flickered against the stone walls. He knew he had a long and arduous road ahead, fraught with danger and sacrifice. But as he stared into the shadows, a steely resolve ignited within him.
For better or for worse, he was committed to seeing this through to the bitter end. Whether it meant playing the role of puppet master or sacrificial lamb, Severus Snape would do whatever it took to tip the scales in favor of the light, even if it meant forever grappling with the darkness that threatened to consume him from within.