There were screams all around as the hooded and masked demons cursed both the good and the neutral on the grassy banks around an ancient beautiful castle. Two people inparticular stood atop a
slightly raised bank, both showered in blood and their robes nothing but a burnt mess covered in rips and tears. One stood proud with dripping inky black hair and the other stood with billowing robes
and shoulder length oily hair that matched his personality. "Please", the second man pleaded, "Just spare me, i'm your father". He dropped to his knees at the first man's feet. "How would i know
that you're not lying? It would be just like you", Harry stated coldly, "Why should i believe you when you've lied to me, all these years AND YOU'VE LIED TO ME!" Harry was screaming now, fresh tears
running down his face and onto his stone set lips, finally dripping from his chin.
"Please, your mother and i had a romance before your father. Just please, spare me for your mother", Severus was beggin now, begging for his stubborn son to accept who he was, Harry Evans Snape.
"Don't bring my mother into this, you filthy scum", Harry spoke boldly, aiming his wand at his long lost father, "Avada Keda-"
"WAIT!", Severus screamed, clutching at Harry desperately, tears streaming down his face as he poorly attempted to shake some sense into his son.
Severus regretted all the times he had insulted the boy about his father, and he definately regretted ever calling his Lily a mudblood.
And now here he was, BEGGING to be accepted into Harry's life, after he had been brought up with scum and treated as less than that.
"No", Harry whispered, his facial expression settling into a hard set face of anger.
"What?" Severus asked, amost going into hysterics.
"NO", Harry repeated louder, aiming his wand at his father's head. He summoned up all of his will power and anger and screamed the killing curse at Severus Snape, the man who had tormented him for 7 years
and turned out to be his father, one of the two people he had always wanted to talk to, or just see for a minute or two. but here he was, about to kill the one who gave him life.
Harry's memories of Snape flashed through his eyes as he killed his own father. When he lifted his eyelids all he saw was Severus Snape lying on the green ground, the reminants of what was once a strong
willed man. His father. And he was his father's legacy.