I was bored, it was hot, and I was watching An Awfully Big Adventure. This was the result of it.
Disclaimer: Belongs to JKR
Severus sighed. Today was the day. He went through his normal morning routines, but with ache in his bones and resignation in his eyes. He was NOT looking forward today. He attended breakfast and ignored the usual twitters of the great hall. He sat in the staff room and ignored the usual twitters of the professors. He sat in his office and ignored the usual twitters of Dumbledore. He really, really was NOT looking forward to the upcoming event.
Dusk was fast approaching, and he went to his room to collect a few items and place them securely in his pocket. Then he felt the dark mark burn, and pressed his wand to it. He felt the familar pull and landed in some decrepid place he knew not of the location. He stood among the fellow deatheaters and ignored the usual twitters of the dark lord. Then, as if in unison, all of them disapparated away.
Severus, through actions particularly numbed to him, ended up in the shrieking shack. The dark lord was there with him and he started twittering some rants that Severus tried very hard to listen to. He vaguely remembered pleading to the oh so great dark lordship to retrieve potter for him, but wasn't sure as he felt a great sharp painful jab on his neck. He laid there for what felt like an eternity, waiting for Potter to come, and was not disappointed. He came with his Granger girl, and Severus reached in his pocket to grab the penseive. Potter viewed its contents and left, in a blur, it seemed to Severus.
He reached in his pocket again to retrieve something else. He took the vile and gulped down it's contents. Immediately, his body felt as if it was on fire. He felt something come up his throat and he gave a disgusted spat. Mixed with his saliva was the poison from Nagini's bite. You don't become a potions master for the dark lord without preparing before hand you know. He stood up, and wiped some dust off his robes. He grabbed one last thing from his pockets. He enlarged the bag and dumped it's contents on the floor, there, haphazardly strewn was a figure that very similarly resembled a poisoned dead Professor Snape. The real one glanced down at his duplicate and smirked.
Yes, he though, I can finally retire. And with that he apparated away.
A bit different from my other one shot. REVIEW PLEASE.
Who know... i might actually write a full length fanfic. Maybe.