A/N: No further words needed, continue, wizard! (or witch!)
Disclaimer: I do not know Harry Potter or the Cursed Child, neither do I own Scorpius Malfoy. How I wished I did, though.
Scorpius Draco Malfoy had just meddled with time, and Severus Snape was irritated. At how long Hermione Jean Granger was taking to appear, but also at how Lucius' grandson came to knew about his secret. About Lily.
So many years ago, when he took up the role of a spy for Albus Dumbledore, it was all out of his love for Lily Evans. Severus Snape knew well of why he took the dangerous role up. He even knew that his love was borderline obsessive. But what could someone do with the only other person he loved, his mother, dead by suicide, with all his "friends" being Dark? He was afraid to love, afraid he was, and he had fell in love with Lily Evans so many years ago at the park, when she first appeared in his life with her disgusting sister, Petunia. He fell hard in love for her, and for the decades to come, she was the only person that reminded him of love. And he was afraid to lose her. He took up the role, trusted Albus Dumbledore to keep her safe, to keep her family safe.
What a fat load it did. Taking up the role of spy to keep her safe.
But she still disappeared from his life.
"Severus?" A voice of whom he had hated but respected for decades entered his ears.
He looked up, and surprisingly (but not) saw the face of Albus Dumbledore in the portrait on his wall.
"Yes, Albus?" It came out resigned and weak, definitely not what he would like, but he was too exhausted emotionally to be...mean.
"Are you alright?" The old man looked caring, even! Severus did not know if it was real, the care, or fake.
He took a moment to consider his words, and after a ten seconds of silence excluding the soft crackling of the fire by the fireplace; yes, even Snape the bat needed warmth, he answered.
"The boy of Draco's said that I was dead."
Albus' face was the one of shock, and it had been a long, long time since Severus Snape had seen the expression.
"Surprising?" He looked up into the eyes of the portrait Albus, and smirked a little. "Not really. When I took up the role of spy for you, for her, I expected death."
"Found it strange that it did not come. Apparently, I was supposed to be dead, gone, killed by the Dark Lord."
"Severus..."
"Do you know how I died, Albus?"
He turned around and walked to the potions cabinet and took out a vial of Draught of Living Death.
"Nagini pierced my throat. Scorpius could not point exactly how I died, and some Legilimency did the work."
"Severus." Albus Dumbledore looked worn and weary, more than he had ever looked. Maybe it was time the guilt and the burden crashed down on his shoulders.
"I love her so much, Albus. It's an obsession so unhealthy it brought me to my grave."
There was times like these, even when he treasured the only relationship he had of love, he wished he had never met Lily Evans.
It would have brought him far less pain.
A/N: Oh god. There. Done. Completed. Reading the script of the Cursed Child made all the feels and imagination come back up strong again, and I had a plot bunny which most likely festered during my sleep. Well? How was it? Drop a review if you liked it!
Oh, and if you read this without reading the script for the Cursed Child, great job there! Now, go get yourself a copy of it and read it!