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Chapter 1. - A Final Act
As he gazed with much effort into the childs eyes, the boy that had brought him to this point, to his death, he could only hope that he was doing the right thing. There was no issue of being concerned about the pain this boy may feel but rather on the singular idea of revenge.
Surprisingly painful the wound in his neck spilled dark blood onto his robes and down onto the dusty wooden floor where it had begun to pool under his long black greasy hair. Instinctively he grabbed at his throat in a feeble attempt to stem the bleeding but plainly this injury would prove to be fatal.
Naginis bite was indeed every bit as poisonous as he had imagined, the potion that had so quickly been swallowed moments before the confrontation was brewed with this particular venom in mind. However as there was both a lack of time for testing and a growing sense of urgency the strength had been adjusted to suit the largest amount of venom Nagini had to offer. He hoped this would be less lethal than the long list of possible toxins he had been forced to add to the mixture.
The pain was something Severus Snape had expected but not attempted to ease. The risk of adding any anesthetic properties to the brew would lessen his natural pain reflex making the performance far from believable. Pain, such a familiar creature – many years have helped harden him to all kinds of unimaginable things and he hoped that in this very human moment he could force himself to keep this act emotionless and not slip into the chaos of facing ones own death.
Snape hoped that Harry Potter, who still stood there silent and shocked watching him die, would take the memories he was producing in fine pearly iridescent strands to Dumbledores pensive right this moment and never look back at this place. For his complex plan to succeed he must be alone.
But knowing Harry as he did, the boys reckless sense of compassion may just overpower the hate he felt for his former professor. Snape decided to forgo his personal feelings for just one last time and made his best effort at speech "Look at me".
Lily's eyes, yes the damned child has her eyes.
As Harry collected Snapes memories, the shock of the situation hit him in waves. Harry was lost for what he should do. Voldemort had left the room but had he gone for good? Deciding that he could obviously be of no use here, Snape was as good as dead. Pushing past the unexpected sorrow he felt for his fallen Professor Harry suddenly knew what he needed to do. He needed to get to Dumbledores office and fast.