Holding the Cards

by KrazyKimmy

100 word drabble; Severus's take on the conversation he has with the Headmaster in HBP, about having to kill Albus. The hopeless man sees... nothing that could possibly come to any good. T for Dark Themes.

The convo doesn't go exactly like this; but it must have felt like it to Poor Severus.

To the man, who even though he begged the man who killed her; and to the man who could have saved her; didn't have the love of his life saved.

To the man, who even though he tried so hard; couldn't keep Potter alive. And had to lead him to his death.

To the man, who even though he was a hero, was never honoured as such.

I now bow out, in danger of making this A/N longer than the fic ;)

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"What about my soul , Dumbledore? Mine?"

The look on the old man's face said it all. "Lets not try to salvage what's already lost."

… I had never killed a person.

Tortured, yes.

Put them unconscious, yes.

Frozen their body from the inside to make it look like they were dead for the dark lord, yes.

But never killed.

Now I would send him after Lily...

And this time it would undeniably be me holding the cards... Or the wand.

I nodded. I would do it.