Seven Spanish Angels

Summary: Severus and Hermione's true love.

--One-Shot--

He looked down into her brown eyes and said, 'Say a prayer for me.'

Severus Snape, death eater turned spy looked over at his wife of seven years. "I love you."

She threw her arms around him whispered, 'God will keep us free.'

She walked calmly toward him and in her eyes he saw the same heartfelt love for him. "It will end today, Severus. I love you so much."

They could hear the riders coming. He said,"This is my last fight. If they take me back to Texas they won't take me back alive."

Severus kissed her once more. A deep kiss that shook her to her core. He wasn't going to come back to her. They both knew this and it was killing her inside. She wished so hard that this new war hadn't made it back into their home. But it had. Pure-bloods were ralling to Lucius Malfoy backing his beliefs with their money and power both political and magical. And now not even eight years after the fall of Voldemort another war had broken out.

This time though Hermione and Severus had stayed out of it for two years before it had hit home. Their son, Marcus John Snape, was dead. Killed by the blonde ex-death eater himself. And it was time for them to join in the war.

There were seven Spanish angels, at the
altar of the sun.
.. They were prayin' for the lovers, in the
valley of the gun.
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared,
there was thunder from the throne.
And seven spanish angels, took another
angel home

The twelve tall men surounded him as he stood from his knelled position he had been forced into by the curciatus curse. The unforgivable had been cast by the same blonde bastard that had killed his son.

"Severus, my friend you know it didn't have to come to this. If you had simply let us git rid of that mudblood whore of yours you wouldn't be facing death today. Such a ptiy." The stormy eyed pureblood said with a sneer. Only for his to be spat upon by the dark haired potions master.

"Save it you blonde pecock."

Holding back a smirk the blonde said two of the most feared words in the magical community,"Avada Kedavera."

She reached down and picked the gun up,
That lay smokin in his hand.
Said, "Father please forgive me,
I can't make it without my man."
And she knew the gun was empty,
And she knew she couldn't win.
But her final prayer was answered,
When the rifles fired again.

After she saw him go down Hermione knew that she couldn't keep her word to him. Racing across the lawn of her home she killed to of the twelve that had stood in the circle around her husband. As she reached his body she wept openly but did not kneal at his side but raised her head to meet the eyes of her husbands killer.

Before he could speak she pointed her wand at him and said forcfully,"Reducto." And with that Lucius Malfoy was dead and two green beams of light hit her from either side.

And there were seven Spanish Angels,
At the alter of the Sun.
They were prayin' for the lovers,
In the valley of the gun.
And when the battle stopped,
And the smoke cleared.
There was thunder from the throne.
And seven Spanish angels,
Took another angel home.

It was spoken about for years. The deaths of Severus Tobias Snape and his wife Hermione Jane Granger-Snape. It was said they died heros for the light and that they were legends both in their own way. But to those who knew them they were family and family should always be honored.

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The End

El Fin

A/N: This was made purely for the fun of it. In fact I made it because I love the song but I'm not sure I did it justice. But there ya go. Grimm.