I don't own them. It's all JK Rowling's. I'm just borrowing them for the moment.
I am completely alone.
I have just killed the man who could have been my salvation – at his request. Those who I may have called friends now see me as the enemy. I still have my role to play in this war, but my job is so much harder now because no one trusts me. I walk a fine line spying on the Dark whilst pretending to spy on the Light. Lives are lost every day, and I can do nothing to prevent it.
I don't expect to survive this war. I may die alone, but hopefully not in vain.
A/N: Prompt issued by geminiscorp: Write what this Severus is thinking: .com/art/Severus-bonus-121934449. Without the disclaimer and A/N, this story contains exactly 100 words according to Microsoft Word. Thanks go to christev for the quick beta-reading and to ladyinthecloak for her Saturday evening admin work.