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—I am more than a bit tired of repeating why Severus, like Sam Vimes, is the ultimate Good Guy. Time to twist the story a little bit.

Please, allow me to introduce myself: I’m a girl of no wealth, but taste.

My father, a pureblood Prince, followed the family’s tradition and named me after a Roman witch.

I, Claudia.

I always wanted to join Mum’s coven. She used to take me with her when I was a little girl. It was so exciting. Mum was the mother, Tiffany was the Maid and Gytha the Other One. I wanted to be the Maid, someday. But they didn’t allow me to do any brewing, they said that I had to be trained first. I had to be a proper witch.

So, when I was eleven, Mum sent me to Hogwarts. I wanted to learn all about Potions. The Maid was supposed to be the one who did the brewing. I learned on the train that the Potions Master was Head of Slytherin, and that’s where I wanted to be. I really, really wanted to join Mum’s coven.

I wanted to be a traditional witch, but I learned too soon that what I wanted to be was Evil. I didn’t understand why. My mum was not evil, and Tiffany and Gytha were not evil either. Well, Gytha could be mean sometimes, but not evil. They just brewed potions on Macbeth’s Hillock under the moon. They weren’t even naked or anything.

There were some nice people, but they wouldn’t talk to Slytherins, everybody said we practised something called Dark Arts. Nobody explained what the Dark Arts were. People kept hexing me for no reason. I didn’t like the dungeons, but I spent most of my time down there. I didn’t like to be called “hag” everywhere I went.

I really fancied Black. He was so handsome! He couldn’t hate Slytherins that much, could he? His brother was a Slytherin! The Slytherins were undateable. Avery and Mulciber were idiots, always talking about some Dark Lord or other. Snape only spoke with a Mudblood. Regulus was Quidditch, Quidditch, Quidditch all day. Crouch was creepy.

When I sat my OWLs it was so nice outside that I went to the lake to feel the sunshine. Some Gryffindors got Snape and bullied him. I tried to be as inconspicuous as I could and walk back to the castle, but someone, I think that horrible Pettigrew, shouted “there’s another one! let’s get her!” and they got me as well and hung me upside down. They took off my knickers in front of everybody. Everybody was jeering and laughing.

I hid in the dungeons all afternoon. I didn’t cry. I wouldn’t cry. I would be better than them, I would best them at everything (but Quidditch) and they would pay. I swore by Morgan le Fay, they would pay. I didn’t know how, but I would make them pay.

I learned Moste Potente Potions by heart. The Necrotelicomnicon, the Octavo I read as well. They said I was evil? I might as well be evil. Every time I looked at their self-satisfied faces my hatred for them grew and festered. I started brewing Moste Potente Potions on my own. Only Snape and the Mudblood were better than I was.

Then one day, I found what I was looking for. Professor Slughorn explained what Amortentia was and how it worked. I only had to brew it… and choose my target.

I found out that Potter was dating the Mudblood. I followed her one day, and stupefied her when she was going out. I locked her up in the Vanishing Cabinet and broke her wand. I took several hairs from her, and her clothes. I left her naked in the cabinet. Who cared what happened to a Mudblood. I drank my Polyjuice Potion, put on her clothes and went to my “date” with Potter. I gave him a present for Sirius, a bottle of Madam Rosmerta’s best mead, and told him it was meant for Sirius only. A “thank you” present.

It was Amortentia – with a personal touch. Once the effects wore off, the drinker’s body would always hunger for the brewer’s touch. Sirius fell in “love” with me the same night. He couldn’t stop looking at me with starry eyes. It didn’t take long to make him propose marriage: I was careful to keep him drugged all the time. We got married as soon as we left school, though Potter and his Mudblood girl (McGonagall eventually found her) didn’t come to our wedding. We didn’t go to their wedding either.

I took care to make Sirius happy. It wasn’t that difficult, even when he left for his moonlight rides he was still under the influence of the most powerful Love Potion ever brewed. Our daughter was born shortly before James and the Mudblood’s son was born. Sirius was ecstatically happy. He loved his little girl more than anyone else.

One day, he came home terribly distressed. The Potters were dead, and he felt responsible. My day had come. Time to kill.

I told him to sit down, immovilized him and silenced him.

“Look at me”, I said. “Look at me, Black.”

He didn’t understand at first.

“Did you think I would forget the years of humiliation you and your mates inflicted upon me, your callousness, your insults, your contemptuous remarks about everything I said, did, wore, Black? Did you think I was less than human? No: I was human, and I did not forget. Your friends are dead, and it was your own fault. You married a Death Eater. I have enslaved you, used you, and now I’m destroying you.

Don’t look for your daughter. You will never see her again. I just wanted you to know that she will learn to hate everything that you value, everything that you represent. When the Dark Lord returns, she will be a Death Eater. If you are still alive then, and you want to fight against him with your precious Order, maybe it will be your own hand the one who kills your own daughter.”

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And this is what a person who is obsessed with another would do. Seek revenge, cherish hatred, destroy the human being who has betrayed you. Not ask for forgiveness. But if said person wanted total revenge on her bullies, the book has already been written. It’s called Carrie.

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