Blood.
Crimson liquid was splattered across the wall of the Shrieking Shack, tendrils of red weaving in no particular course only to drip into the dark puddle below. Pieces of a broken chair were strewn throughout the small room, strange marks embedded in the pieces. In the midst of the gory sanctum a distinct figure lay motionless as the blood pooled around it, seeping into the old wooden floorboards, creating its own sadistic design in the wood.
Black locks haloed around the figure's head, drowning in the shallow pool of blood surrounding the body. Thin lips were did not scowl, nor did they smirk, though the bottom lip was split. Prominent nose stood out on his face, and what little color his skin had once had was gone. Dark, blank eyes stared up at the ceiling, eyes that could not see. In his death, he no longer felt the hatred, the anger, the fear that had gripped him as he had passed on. His face held no expression, no emotion, no feeling. Perhaps that was truly death?
His black school robes were torn to shreds, green and silver tie unidentifiable doused in blood. A large tear in his sleeve revealed a large bite mark, still bleeding sluggishly with what little blood was left in his body. In replacement for his throat, there was a gaping hole, where the esophagus, larynx, and trachea brutally ripped from his throat and devoured by the monster that killed him.
Loosely gripped in his hands was his wand, which had been unhelpful in defense against the monster in the Shrieking Shack.
Broken from my stupor, I fell to my knees, blood splashing up onto the thighs of my school slacks. I stared into those blank onyx eyes that showed no hatred of me, made no eye contact with me. Because they couldn't.
"DAMMIT SNIVELLUS!" I screamed, "WAKE UP! WAKE UP YOU BASTARD! Wake…up." The lump in my throat was impossible to swallow as sobs wracked my body, and tears streamed down my face. My tears dripped into the blood I was kneeling in. Snape's blood. I took off my glasses and wiped the tears off them with my sleeve.
Replacing my glasses, I looked down at Severus Snape, my arch nemesis, and cupped his cold face with my hand. I allowed my thumb the caress the corpse's bottom lip, smearing blood across her lips and on my finger. An unfocused gaze and blood red lips looked at me, and on impulse I le my lips graze his, transferring blood onto my lips as well. I avoided looking at the grotesque sight that was his throat as I stood, knees dripping with blood, and turned away.
"It was just meant to be a prank…" I whispered to him as I left.
He deserved to know.
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This was a random crappy idea that came into my head that I decided to write to get rid of my writers block…
I think it worked.
If u didn't understand what happened, this was meant to be after Sirius took Snape to the Shrieking Shack on a full moon when Remus was turned. Before Severus was killed, James came and saved the day.
This is my version, like if Snape died.
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