Death wasn't what he expected. He expected it to be painful; to be more pain than his life without Lily. But, alas, it was not. Death was as though you were merely falling asleep, all the things you had cared for, worried about, just disappearing. So it was just you.
Just you and whoever chose to greet you on the other side.
At first, he did not know he had died. The only indication that he had died was that the great weight on his heart had lifted. And, still, he did not truly believe he had died.
It wasn't until he opened his eyes, which was a lot less tiresome than the simple action had been the last few moments of his life, and saw her face. Her beautiful, red hair, slowly cascading down her back in gentle waves. The way her stunning emerald eyes shined as they met his.
He reached out his hand to meet hers, and she smiled.
Suddenly, Severus' heaven turned into hell. James Potter, the man who Severus despised with every bone in his body, stood in front of Lily; guarding her from Severus' view. That dreadful smirk of his covered his face, and the words that Severus had muttered many years ago rang in his ears.
"Mudblood."
Severus yelped as the ground seemingly collapsed beneath him, and he fell through the nothing. He landed on a hard floor. The laughter he had always dreaded rang around him, followed by the voices he had forced out of his memory.
"Snivellus."
"Slimeball."
And then Lily's; one he had always associated with good memories.
"And I'd wash my pants if I were you, Snivellus."
And Severus knew, deep down, that he was going to Hell.
For, alas, dying is only the easy part.