I do not own Harry Potter or the realm of Hogwarts. I just play with them.

Empty.
He felt empty.
It was too much.
He was so full of emotion that he was empty.
His heart ached, there was nothing he could do.
It was all his fault.
He could not think, would not think.
Chugged yet another finger of fire-whiskey.
He needed an escape from this empty feeling, from this nothingness that was his heart and spirit.

His gaze found the tears in his skin, the imperfections, the wounds.
He hurt.
He hurt so bad he could not contain it anymore.
To kill, to murder, one of the few people that he actually respected and cared about hurt.
Oh did it hurt.
He could not even go to the funeral.
But he had visited the tomb once, just once.

That was all it took.
He felt broken, lost, alone.
He had this task ahead of him and he would complete it, if only for his one true master.
His spirit was broken, his heart torn.
But that did not matter.

For if Severus Snape was nothing else, he was truly loyal.