"Curse you Severus!" Harry screamed, unable to stand but sending wave after wave of debilitating curses towards the silent wizard. Severus deflected them all without blinking, his wand twitching everytime the spiraling wave of death crashed against his barriers. An explosion rocked the grounds as Hagrid's hut finally succumed to the inferno that had envoloped it, collapsing in a fireball. Harry couldn't tell if Hagrid had made it out or not but the thought only fueled his anger; with Mcgonagall unconsious, Ron and Luna hurt and Hermione out of sight Harry knew that if he didn't stop them then they would slip into the night scot-free.
If only he and Dumbledore had gotten there sooner, had drank that cursed potion faster, hadn't had to deal with those vile inferi, then maybe they could of joined the battle instead of... instead of Dumbledore facing Malfoy alone... instead of Dumbledore facing Severus alone... dying alone...
Light erupted around Harry as he stood from his kneeling position, taking a lurching step forward. Severus' eyes widened slightly and his hand was a flurry of motion as he began attempting to turn Harry's magic back on him rather than simply deflect it. Harry screamed out curse after curse, not letting up in the slightest. This wizard had killed Dumbledore, the only father he had known. This wizard aided the one who killed his real father, who was now attempting to kill Harry himself. This wizard was dead, Harry decided, the green flashes turning golden as Harry unleashed his anger and hatred toward this destroyer of life and love. One step forward, a second, then a third brought Harry upright, his wand pointing straight at Severus' chest as he called out, "Mortis Vox!"
Severus cried out suddenly, doubling over in apparent agony. His wand slipped out of his fingers as he clutched at his hair, screaming apologies to the night air. Harry was stunned, he didn't know what he had done or what came over him to use those terms but something felt right about it. The sounds of the retreating death eaters were long covered by Snape's condition, reduced to a curled ball of weeping wizardry. Harry tentively walked towards Snape's form, wand out, putting his foot against his side and pushing the wizard over. Blank, tearfilled eyes stared up at him as the body mouthed a final "I'm sorry." Severus died.
This is a prologue chapter for my story. Please review, I will be updating it shortly.