Deliverance of the Sinners

by Stygian Hue

He tried hard to remember, trying to recall the missing memories of his life before—the gaps he couldn't fill in. But then he remembered the letter: Ignorance is bliss. It's a gift that's given, a plea that is granted. It's a redemption. Don't dig into the unknown as it will only bring you sorrow. Mature contents. Explicit. Non-canon.

1. Prelude

Prelude

May, 1998

He took a deep and long breath as if it was his last. He could no longer smell the mustiness in the mildewed room as the stench shifting from putridity into strong metallic scent. He was on the verge of unconsciousness. The world became blurry. His eyelids felt so heavy, it would be nice to close it. The temptation was so great. But no, he had to hold it a little longer. Bear it, your due is almost over. Just a little longer. For her. But it was getting harder and harder to keep his consciousness at bay as life slowly leaving his body along with the blood that kept coming out from the gaping gash on his throat.

He almost blacked out when suddenly he saw shimmering vague shapes coming from the corner of the room. When that shadows were close enough, he finally recognized them—Potter and his sidekicks. He gathered his last strength to call the boy-who-made-his-life-miserable over. No, this was no time for long buried hatred. It was his last chance to make thing right, to pay for the sin he'd done in the past.

As they rushed closer, he extracted his memories. Then he said in his breathy voice, "Take...it...Take...it." He gave the silvery-blue wasps to the son of his unrequited flame. Finally, his duty was over. He could leave this life without any regret. Looking deeply into the boy's emerald eyes for the last time, catching a glimpse of Lily there. Lily. With her as his last thought, he closed his eyes—letting the pain took him over and submerged him into sea of unconsciousness. He was lost to the world. Not even responding to a desperation of a woman with hazel eyes calling out to his name, trying to reach him. She was all but fruitlessly trying to revive him as all he could see was cloud of darkness surrounded him.

This, as some people recalled, was how Severus Snape died.

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English isn't my mother tongue and I haven't proofread it. So, beware of the bumpy road of grammatical errors and typos. Any feedback is really appreciate to make me write better :D

Several first chapters are short. But I will write longer after this.