Why me?
3rd person POV
~~Some time skip~~
Every day is the same, the color that once was everywhere in Hogwarts has disappeared for me, everyone around me is happy. It's sad having no friends, no one you can trust, tell stupid jokes and laugh till your stomach hurts, Hogwarts, once your reason to continue on with your life now is like a challenge every day just to get out of bed and get the Slytherin robes on. You felt like a joke to your house, every time you enter the common room you see oblivious girls gossiping about how Draco Malfoy and how he was today and blah blah blah, you heard them sometimes talking about you and how you are in the wrong house or because of your status in the Wizarding World, they only knew how to spread rumors that made you cut off the only friendships you had for years and has you though you were so replacable they didn't even though for a day to find another friend to talk shit about you. You would cry yourself to sleep thinking that the people you thought were your true friends just didn't care they only wanted homework done or some person to get them to Draco, but you got to a point you just got numb, you didn't care anymore, you knew no matter what you were and are useless and nobody wants to be friends as if to date a Death Eather or a "traitor" as they used to call you, only some people knew about you joining the Dark Side, but they were dead by now. People around school found out about you because one foolish girl saw a little bit of the mark on your arm and didn't even care to ask if they just spread it like fleas around a kindergarten. You didn't care at that much, you could kill them all with one flick of your wand and they couldn't do anything, being trained by the Dark Lord itself as some pros.
~~Flashback~~
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" you yelled as the boy, a traitor to the Dark Lord, fell to the floor dead, one of the many lives you took, you felt no remorse as you did it, your 5th year at Hogwarts, being a Death Eater for a year now, today marked a day that the Dark Lord was reborn and you becoming his right hand and him becoming your mentor.
You still remember the day you met the Dark Lord, he was just reborn and looking for new Death Eaters, you were crying your eyes out at some pub because of your stupid dead parents that died years before that by the Order of Phoenix or something like that until you saw a woman you recognized as Draco's mother she hugged you, you flinched at first but you got to feel the warm embrace of a loving mother for once in your life, she took you to the Malfoy Manor and for some misfortune or fortune you crossed paths with the Dark Lord, his first words to you were "Ah a Moon, poor girl, what can I do with you? What's your name?" you had no fear in you, he saw and observed the fact that you had no reacting towards him, most people wouldn't dare to even be in the same room as such man but you looked him straight into his brown eyes and said with confidence "Y/N, my Lord." he looked at you with a slight smirk on his lips and said, "Such bravery, your aura is one the strongest I have ever felt in a witch so young, you would be so valuable to me." you had nothing else to live for, so why not? "I would love to join and be your most loyal servant, my Lord." some of the Death Eaters around the table were jealous, you could feel their auras turning full of jealousy, "Perfect, take the arm out my child." you did as he said, he pulled out his wand and you felt a sharp, cutting pain in your arm but you didn't even react to it, your parents have caused you greater pain than that. After a few seconds, the pain ended and you were with a beautiful and magical dark mark on your arm, "For the first time ever, she didn't shed a single tear or even whined in pain, so brave, I want to tutor you, my child." Barely a Death Eater and already scoring points with Voldemort himself, you thought, "That would be a pleasure, my Lord."
That day crossed your mind sometimes, to think how powerful you were now compared to then and much trust you gained just with some time, you were his right hand in everything, you still attended Hogwarts but it was as a spy and on weekends you spent it training or doing tasks or somethings you knew the Dark Lord would appreciate.
Being in the same year as the famous Harry Pottah, the Boy Who Lived, bullshit, you hated Harry Potter's guts sense the first moment you put your eyes on his, his aura, his story, everything about him made you hate him, one of your dreams was to kill Harry, and you promised you would conquer that no matter what.
~~End of flashback~~
Your POV
I was alone like always, having another useless D.A.D.A. class, I knew everything, and even more, I know the darkest of the darkest magics, almost no one knew about some of the magic the Dark Lord taught me and this new professor we got is just awful, Remus Lupin, he is so noisy, he tried to roll up my sleeve up last week, but why? I knew he couldn't read my mind or aura, why did he care after all?
Finally, after some miserable classes, it was potions, I still have no idea what happened last night with Professor Snape but I don't even want to find out, and to be honest, I didn't care, I just wanted the weekend to leave this pathetic excuse for a school and learn and do something productive.
We are doing Amortentia today, I hate this potion so much, it's just stupid the all thing of love and attraction, that only happens on muggles stories, not on wizards and witches but still, I want to keep all my O's at everything so I guessed I needed to do it.
I did everything correctly and I could feel a specific pair of eyes eyeing me and my work like it was looking for a mistake to correct me or to give me his famous detentions but I didn't make a single mistake and I made sure of it.
I finished first and while others were doing them the Professor put himself behind me and asked: "What does your potion smell like to you, miss Moon?" I almost couldn't smell anything, there was a small hint of peppermint and a light touch of old books, so I said with no fear in my voice: "Professor, there is almost no smell in mine but there is a small hint of mint and old books." I turned around, facing him in the eyes, he gives a curious or whatever it was this man is impossible to read anyway, and he said," Curious, yes very curious." I ask out of pure curiosity "What does yours smell like Professor" ., the class was too focused to hear our conversation anyway. He takes the glass vial with the potion and gives a sniff saying "Roses, chocolate and cinnamon." I knew that was my smell, people always told me I smelt like chocolate and cinnamon or roses, I was quite shocked by what he just said but I didn't care much so I brushed it off and the bell rang and I left almost immediately.
A/N: sorry if my English kinda sucks its not my first language and I am trying my best I promise, hope you liked it, and sorry if it is a little longer than usual. All the love. x