Right, first; this is my first fanfiction ! Well, kind of.. I'm also one of the two writer's (Lori) of "The Tale Of The Previous" by The Conveniently Misplaced. Anyway, I wrote this last night; I don't know why. I'm not even really a Snape fan, actually. I just thought that even those who don't approve of him could at least see his point of view. This is the scene from the end of the chapter: The Elder Wand – Deathly Hallows. Please rate, and tell me how to improve. This may not be my best, but still, I'm always up to progressing!
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Blood could spill fast. Faster then he would have thought possible. Sure he had watched many souls depart. It was inevitable living the lifestyle he had chosen. He knew that she would have never approved, as she had told him, when his wish had only been a dream. Dreams of worshipping one who deserved it. One who would defeat all those like his father: weak, stupid muggles. Mudbloods too, because they were all the same. Well, with one exception.
As the poison spread, his memories reacted, shoving themselves in front of his eyes, as if they knew he would want to see their contents as his life ended, for he was indeed dying. There was no one to save him now. Death was so close. It called him, he felt its icy fingers around the wound, penetrating where he was most physically weak, grabbing his soul and began slowly pulling it out.
"Come," Death whispered. "Come to where it is easier. No more pain will you have to feel. Come to where you can live in memories, or in dreams. Come to the place where you can be whole."
Such words Death whispered, assuring the things he had always craved to have.
He felt Death's warm embrace, taking him away. He could not fight Death, for not even his old master could promise what Death would give him.
He opened his eyes to catch one last glimpse of the world that hated him so much. The world that had caused so much more pain then it was worth. He couldn't remember feeling waned here; except with her. Except for those few moments when she smiled at him. The only time when he knew at least one person wanted him alive. He was never a person only a pawn, his life circling around missions, always set on a destination ahead, moving towards it. Once reaching it he set a new goal. An endless circle. Repetition.
His eyes caught a blur of a dark haired figure, with round glasses perched on its nose, its hair as messy as always, moving towards him. Not him, the one who had taken her away, the one she had chosen instead. He didn't want to see him before he died. He looked again, though, because he caught a flash of green. Her eyes; that's what he needed to watch as the soul leaked out of him.
He needed to explain to her. He needed to remind her what had kept him going even when she stopped.
"Take.. this.." he tried to whisper. The noise that arose from his mouth was horrid, a gagging sound. Death bade him to be quiet; it would be less painful, easier, if he stayed still and waited.
But he needed to explain to her. Slowly he gathered all the memories that he had been watching as Death slowly sucked out his soul.
He felt the memories part, but he didn't miss them. He knew Death wouldn't go back on his word, for Death had said such sweat things.
His eyes searched again for hers. Where were they? Surely she had not left. He could see nothing.
"Look…at…me" he shouted, but again came that strangled voice of a stranger. She listened. Her eyes rested on his own. He could only see the pureness of green, the innocence of the brightness that shown from them. And, as Death drained out the remainder of his soul, completing his task, Severus Snape could feel no longer mortal pain. He was going to be reunited with the only thing that had kept his cold heart alive all these years, when hers had stopped. He accompanied Death willingly, so only to see his Lily.
His Lily…