"Light To Darkness Break"
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter- everything belongs to Jo Rowling, God bless her.
A/N- Hi, me again. This is a story I've been working on for a long time, for maybe a year, and I'm finally posting it up here. Just to tell those who read this, the storyline is exceedingly dark. My sister is my unofficial beta reader, and she has trouble reading through it because it's so dark for her. Needless to say, as a ten fighting depression, this story is my way of siphoning off some rather dark and depressing thoughts or emotions. Please read and review, but no flames! Another side note: this is a manipulative Dumbledore fanfic, although he's dead since the first chapter.
Prologue:
Was this the end? Was this the very last battle of the Wizarding world? Snape and the rest of the people on the battlefield, Order members and Death Eaters alike, froze in mid-curse; the sound of Potter Disapparating had been too quiet to hear over the sounds of battle but seemed to draw every eye.
Who would triumph?
Evidently the Death Eaters thought they would, and would see their master finally triumphant and in the seat of power, because they immediately fell to fighting more ferociously than before, so that Snape had to call upon a Shield Charm so often it looked permanent.
"Traitor!" Bellatrix screeched at him, her wide eyes crazed with hate and adrenaline. Her wand was pointed rigidly at him, accusing and damning. "Traitor to the cause! Filthy half-blood! How dare you betray us!"
"It was the smartest move I ever made!" Snape snapped back, casting a curse at her with such force she was forced back a step. At the same moment a Death Eater's curse blasted into the castle's walls and with an awful noise they collapsed upon themselves, sending up a mighty cloud of dust and dirt. Chunks of stone blew through the air and fell upon the two fighting armies, sending many to the ground. Snape and Bellatrix dove away from the danger, but he lost sight of her when a giant's foot fell upon the ground beside them.
It seemed the ending of the world: Screams of pain or rage, shouted curses, and the dust hanging in the air made it difficult to recognize friend from foe. Distracted as he was deflecting spells sent his way, and replying with his own, Snape didn't see the body he tripped over until he was actually on the ground beside it. Cursing his own stupidity, he looked at the face—
And abruptly stopped. It was one of the Weasley's, perhaps the eldest. Unbidden and against his will he felt pity grip his stomach. The Weasleys had already lost two children- why did they have to lose another?
'Damn it all, Severus!' he mentally berated himself. 'You can't be thinking like this. It won't matter how many Weasley's have died- it would be better if we all died here rather than to see him victorious.'
Better, indeed.