AN:/ I assume the need for HBP spoiler warnings is no longer needed...
"Severus…" He said looking at the man who had barged in.
Snape said nothing, but walked forward and pushed Malfoy roughly out of the way. The three Death Eaters fell back without a word. Even the werewolf seemed cowed.
Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face. Revulsion for what he was being forced to do, hatred for the man who asked this of him.
"Severus…please…" He whispered almost desperately trying to get the man to fulfill his wish.
Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.
"Avada Kadavara!"
A jet of green light shot from the end of Snape's wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest. Harry's scream of horror never left him; silent and unmoving, yet Dumbledore knew it was there. For a split second, he seemed to hang suspended beneath the shining snake and skull...before he fell slowly backward, like a great rag doll, over the battlements and out of sight.
Dumbledore awoke with a jolt. Glancing cautiously around the room, he saw white walls. It appeared as though he was in a long-term ward…was he at St. Mungo's? Gradually, as to not jostle any injuries he may have he sat up and looked around.
Throwing his legs over the edge he stood up and took a closer look at the room. Only then did he notice the IV's that were in his arms. Removing them he stood on shaky legs and looked to the foot of the bed, where he knew the little clipboard telling his health status would be.
Slowly, as if unsure of himself he picked up the clipboard and nearly dropped it in shock.
"A comma? From the year 1945…impossible…" He whispers to himself.
END
AN: My friend convinced me to write this…I honestly have no idea where it came from…well, on second thought…maybe I do…