He fell to his knees his fingers desperately trying to grab onto to the blades of grass. His chest rose up and down quickly it burned to breath, but hurt even worse when he didn't. He is or was a deatheater and pain was always an issue, but you never let the screams out. You never allow them the knowledge they won and have gotten to you. As Severus turned his bloodied face and saw Harry's broken body he knew all of this was in vain. As the multiple curses from the crowd were screamed out for his slow death.