Disclaimer: It's not obvious, but I used the characters from JKR's Harry
Potter. They aren't mine.
Warnings: Implied Slash, suicide, very out of character Snape.
This is an AU fic, just imagine that Harry married Severus, but life became too much. Late one night, Snape finds Harry in one of the corridors on his was to the kitchens. I know this isn't very good, it was actually the first ever thing I wrote. Well, without help. Hope you like it, review if you want to.
THE KNIFE
By Nelum
I was sitting in my room, inspecting my escape, thinking of my plan. The only light was coming from the open fire on the far wall of the room. The night air was cold and biting, like the tip of a cool knife, penetrating the skin. I missed you, the way you would only smile at me, I used to hate it, but now I miss it. It is now, sitting in my cold sitting room, that I realize that your smiles were the only colour in my dull world.
I had tried to save you, but there was no way I could have. It is now, more than ever before that I need your smile to light my fire. All people do now is give me cold, accusing looks, as if I had simply left you there, covered in blood. I know there was nothing else I could have done. They don't see that though, do they? The looks don't hurt as much as the accusation behind them. If you were here, I would not have minded, but I am now alone.
If I stop thinking, and clear my mind, I am almost certain that you are here with me. I look at your beautiful dark hair with its reddish tinge; it's so soft that if I could, I would touch it. You turn to look at me, I know that you are talking to me, but I can't seem to hear what you're saying. I look into your greenish blue eyes, but what I see scares me. They were once as bright as the sun, but are now dull as death.
I am thinking that I must be insane, as you are here now, and I am still awake. I know I am not dreaming; I do not sleep anymore. Whenever I close my eyes, I can see your mysterious emerald eyes, and your perfect nose. I look again at my escape; I think that it is time.
I drag the knife along the pale skin of one of my wrists. It stings for a minute, but it slowly goes away as the blood starts to flow. I am now even more certain that I am insane, I am sure I can hear you talking. I can't make out what you are saying, but I know you are talking. I watch the blood flow for a little longer before doing the other side.
Looking at the blood surrounding me, I am forced to see the image of you. You were lying in a pool of your own blood. It was late one night; I was going down for some water. The air was cold, and had a slight frosty bite. You're beautiful black eyes were closed, and your hair was red, crusted in blood. If you were here now, I would hug you.
Your voice seems to be getting clearer. I can see that you are repeating something; I just don't know what yet. I take the knife again and look at it again, it's beautiful. Its steel blade is sharp, and smooth. The handle is a dark mahogany colour. I look again at the blade. Something catches my eye. It has a name on it, I never noticed that before. I focus on it, and drop the knife, just as you are saying 'Welcome to my world.' I now understand.
THE END
Warnings: Implied Slash, suicide, very out of character Snape.
This is an AU fic, just imagine that Harry married Severus, but life became too much. Late one night, Snape finds Harry in one of the corridors on his was to the kitchens. I know this isn't very good, it was actually the first ever thing I wrote. Well, without help. Hope you like it, review if you want to.
THE KNIFE
By Nelum
I was sitting in my room, inspecting my escape, thinking of my plan. The only light was coming from the open fire on the far wall of the room. The night air was cold and biting, like the tip of a cool knife, penetrating the skin. I missed you, the way you would only smile at me, I used to hate it, but now I miss it. It is now, sitting in my cold sitting room, that I realize that your smiles were the only colour in my dull world.
I had tried to save you, but there was no way I could have. It is now, more than ever before that I need your smile to light my fire. All people do now is give me cold, accusing looks, as if I had simply left you there, covered in blood. I know there was nothing else I could have done. They don't see that though, do they? The looks don't hurt as much as the accusation behind them. If you were here, I would not have minded, but I am now alone.
If I stop thinking, and clear my mind, I am almost certain that you are here with me. I look at your beautiful dark hair with its reddish tinge; it's so soft that if I could, I would touch it. You turn to look at me, I know that you are talking to me, but I can't seem to hear what you're saying. I look into your greenish blue eyes, but what I see scares me. They were once as bright as the sun, but are now dull as death.
I am thinking that I must be insane, as you are here now, and I am still awake. I know I am not dreaming; I do not sleep anymore. Whenever I close my eyes, I can see your mysterious emerald eyes, and your perfect nose. I look again at my escape; I think that it is time.
I drag the knife along the pale skin of one of my wrists. It stings for a minute, but it slowly goes away as the blood starts to flow. I am now even more certain that I am insane, I am sure I can hear you talking. I can't make out what you are saying, but I know you are talking. I watch the blood flow for a little longer before doing the other side.
Looking at the blood surrounding me, I am forced to see the image of you. You were lying in a pool of your own blood. It was late one night; I was going down for some water. The air was cold, and had a slight frosty bite. You're beautiful black eyes were closed, and your hair was red, crusted in blood. If you were here now, I would hug you.
Your voice seems to be getting clearer. I can see that you are repeating something; I just don't know what yet. I take the knife again and look at it again, it's beautiful. Its steel blade is sharp, and smooth. The handle is a dark mahogany colour. I look again at the blade. Something catches my eye. It has a name on it, I never noticed that before. I focus on it, and drop the knife, just as you are saying 'Welcome to my world.' I now understand.
THE END