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Hi guys. This is my first ever fanfiction, so please be nice. I don't know much about writing them, this was just an idea I had.
I won't be updating really frequently, as I'm at college, but I'll try and do one each week.
Thanks :)


Severus Tobias Snape. Potions Master. Head of Slytherin House. Lily Evans' childhood best friend. Lily Evans' unrequited lover. The Half Blood Prince. Dumbledore's spy. Hogwarts Headmaster.

All him. All his titles. They were meaningless now.

Lily Evans was dead. Dumbledore was dead. He had fled the school, while a battle was raging. A battle between good and evil – but where did he belong?
He had turned to the light when Lily Evans' life was in danger. Hers, her good-for-nothing husband, and her stupid brat, who looked exactly like his father.

He was Dumbledore's spy from that moment. From the moment that she was threatened.

"Lily." He whispered. "Lily. I'm coming. I've been waiting seventeen years, but I'm finally coming."

He smiled his secret smile, that always belonged to Lily. She always said he looked happy when he smiled like that.

He felt himself slowly drifting away, away from this cruel world that he'd always known.
He opened his eyes for one last look at the world, and was met with Lily Evans's eyes.


"Look at me," he whispered. He grabbed Harry by his robes and pulled him down so he could whisper.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Startled green eyes looked at him, and gently held his hand in his last few minutes.

A tear slowly trickled down his cheek, leaving it's silvery track. "Take them. Take my memories." He sighed audibly. "I'm sorry."

The green eyes met the black, and Severus Tobias Snape, that complicated man, moved no more.