Prologue
He growled as he approached the Order members who still lived. How dare he. he thought to himself as he stalked ever closer. He planned it all. All of it. From first year up until 6th when I found out. With that Final thought he lunged, and ripped out Albus Dumbledore's throat.
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Snape was giddy. Not only was the bumbling old crack pot Albus dead, but he'd get credit with avenging his death. He gleefully said the curse that would get him into both sides of the wars good graces. "Avada Kedava" he said as he pointed his wand at the werewolf who just tore out Albus's throat.
He gasped in shock when the beast's dead body turned out to be none other than Harry Potter.
A/N 131 Actual words to the story.
Worry not, the actual first chapter will be much longer than this, this is just the prologue.