No More Tears
Disownment: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did, I would leave Professor Snape a good guy, and leave Dumbledore, Sirius, and the next close person killed by Lord Voldemort and his followers alive, and I wouldn't kill them off. But I can't , and H.P belongs to J.K Rowling, not me. I love J.K Rowling, but she needs to leave my favorite characters alive.
Note: Never realized how much H.P and the Chronicles of Narnia were so alike. Both make my favorite animals and people are turned evil to the point that they are either killed, or forgotten. But enough complaining, and I will tell more of the story.
Prologue: The War
"Harry, Don't! Leave the cowardly dog where he lies," Hermione said with a scowl at her once most hated professor, lying before her, Harry, and Ron.
" I can't Hermione! He killed Dumbledore, and you expect me to let his killer go free?" Harry raged on.
" I think it would honor his memory more if you let him go! Please, Harry, he's not worth it. Someone else will finish him…Just wait! Please, Harry!" She said breaking into large tears.
Harry stood for a minute, and reflected upon Dumbledore. He remembered the first time he saw the man he would have called a grandfather, had he not lived longer than he had. He remembered Lemon Drops, and everything good that Dumbledore had stood for. Then he remembered his murder. That helpless look in his eyes, and Snape's refusal to be merciful. Harry remembered what Dumbledore had said, "I trust Severus with my life." As much as he hated Snape for everything that he had done, he would not let himself turn into a cold blooded killer like Snape had been. He sighed, and lifted his wand, eyes not straying from Snape.
"Snape, You are free to go… As long as you never cross my path again…" Harry said, holding back all the fury he could have unleashed upon the ruthless creature in front of him.
"I will be sure to do that, Potter…Just pray that you never cross mine…" Snape said, and he ran. Harry watched, as Snape became a dot on the horizon, and then watched as he faded altogether from sight. Then Harry turned to his friends, and said, " We had better get back to the camp. The war is over, but there is still a lot of cleaning up to do." The friends looked down sadly at the flames that raged below them, and started down into the narrow valley where the last battle for the Wizarding World had taken place. They sighed, and knew that there would still be many battles before the bloodshed was completed. They just hoped that it was no more of their blood that was spilt…