Disclaimer: I own nothing from the World of Warcraft nore the Hary Potter unuverse, except from my own original characters.

Author's Note: This is to honor the passing of Alan Rickman, a great actor and the best possible choice to play Severus Snape. No one could ever bring Severus Snape's voice to life but him. I really feel that J.K. Rowling should have developed Severus' character more, or even write a few books about his life. He is one of the best anti-heroes I have ever read about and it was a pity that he died in the end. But then again, thus is the fate of all anti-heroes. This story will eventually become a Harry Potter, or more correctly a Severus Snape/Warcraft crossover, don't roll your eyes or shake your head, it might work. :) This a Non-Canon, AU story.

Just Shove a Bezoar down his Throat

Shrieking Shack, Hogwards, Scottish Highlands, Beginning of June 1998, Early Evening.

"You have your mother's eyes", Professor Severus Tobias Snape, Headmaster of Hogwards School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Potions Master, Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, Death Eater, spy and double agent for the Order of the Phoenix, whispered while he stared into Harry Potter's extraordinarily bright green eyes as he drew his final breath. The faint light in his eyes faded until it was eventually extinguished. Harry Potter sighed and closed his former professor's eyes.

'So much death, I will never get used to this', he gently placed Snape's body to the ground and crossed his arms, pondering whether he should find something to cover his body until he returns to retrieve it.

'That's wishful thinking, Harry. Who says that you will survive the night to see to the dead of this war?', he shook his head.

"Harry, we must go. You need to use the pensieve.', Hermione whispered.

"And kick You Know Who's bony arse", Ron added, careful not to mention the Dark Lord's true name lest he appeared before they were ready for him.

"Come, let's go", Harry whispered and with a last mournful glance towards his dead professor, he followed his friends out of the Shrieking Shack. He now suspected that Snape may not have betrayed them after all.

Later, that Evening

Severus gasped allowing fresh air to enter his lungs and his onyx black clever eyes flew open. 'Oh good, they left, I thought they never would', he chuckled...well as much as the raw wound in his neck allowed him to chuckle. He was alive, but definitely out of commission. For now. The wound was deep, but it was not critical for his survival. Not anymore at least. Nagini's poison on the other hand, well that was a different story. Severus, as a "green blooded" Slytherin, and a ingenious tactician, spy and Potion's Master always prepared for every possible outcome. No matter how improbable, Snape always prepared and came with hundreds of possible outcomes and alternatives. He had realised months before the thought even crossed the Dark Lord's, 'no Severus, Voldemort, that conceited megalomaniac cunt's name is VOLDEMORT! Stop fearing him for fuck's sake, what more can he do to you that he already hasn't?', he chastised himself. As he was saying, before the thought had even crossed Voldemort's mind Severus had already come to the realization that the Elder wand will never work properly for the Master of the Death Eaters because he was not the one who defeated the wand's previous master. And neither was Severus.

It was Draco. Draco was the one who defeated Albus Dumbledor with the very first and most easily learned defensive spell in the books. A modest, a humble, a simple "Expeliarmus" disarmed the most powerful Wizard of all ages, and rendered Draco Malfoy, a seventeen year old scared little boy, the new master of the Elder Wand. And Severus will do everything in his power to protect his Godson from Voldemort. He knew that for now, the Dark Lord believed that it was Severus who defeated Dumbledore, because he was the one who killed him. But he didn't know that Draco had disarmed the "Ancient" Magus first. Severus was not going to allow that information reach Voldemort's ears. He charmed the memory of every Death Eater present at the Astronomy tower to focus solely on the image of him casting "Avada Kedavra" on poor Dumbledore. He wasn't afraid that Bellatrix Lestrange was going to spill the beans.

Bellatrix had long ago lost the favor of the Dark Lord, she and the Malfoys were now practically outcasts within the inner circle of the Death Eaters. Voldemort no longer even glanced towards Bellatrix's general direction, let alone bed her like he used to do. And Bellatrix was devastated by his rejection.

'Curious how the human mind some times works. To fall in love with someone who is completely incapable of such an emotion anymore. To offer that person everything, to kill maim and torture in his name, to waste ten years of your life in prison for him, and all you get in return is a pat on the head, like a good dog and an occasional shag. At least he never abused her. Or used the "Cruciatus" curse on her. He knew how to play her, and hit where it hurt her the most. He just simply ignored her. ', Severus shook his head.

Bellatrix's mind was already fragile, and no one listened to her ramblings any longer. But even if she realized and remembered what she saw that night, even she would still protect her only nephew from her beloved Master. Draco, Narcissa and Lucius were all she had left in the world, now that Rodolphus had abandoned her after she and Lucius, the co-leaders of the raid, failed in their mission at the Ministry of Magic. Rodolphus had no qualms whatsoever to place all the blame on his wife and brother-in-law and come out clean in his master's eyes.

Lucius almost died for his failure. In his rage for not getting his hands on the prophecy, Voldemort alternated between using the "Cruciatus" and the "Sectumsempra" curses on him. It was Severus's timely intervention that saved his old friend's life. Bella, on the other was just shunned by everyone, especially by her master. Severus believed that that hurt more than whatever torture Voldemort might had put her through. The Lestrange daughters had fled to the Americas the moment they heard about their parents' escape from Azkaban, wanting nothing to do with them anymore. They lived in France for ten years and graduated with honors from Beauxbutton's Academy, Callisto one and Io two years ago. No, the powerful and notorious Bellatrix Lestrange has fallen from "grace", and nothing could save her anymore. Draco was safe from her.

After ensuring that Draco would remain safe from Voldemort, Severus started to prepare for every possible alternative of his eventual demise at the hands of the Dark Lord. He knew that "Avada Kedavra" was You Know Who's favorite spell, almost all of his victims died from it. But there was no personal touch to it, it would be almost "rude" of Voldemort to kill his "closest" and perhaps his only "friend" in the world with something so cold and distant as two simple words. It needed to be special. Something extraordinary, something memorable, something to "honor" his "friend's" sacrifice with. What better, than to have his most beloved and cherished pet, his very own horcrux, to honor his friend with a glorious death, because what greater honor should a Death Eater have, other than sacrifice him or her self for his or her master and die by his most valuable possession. The very vessel that housed a portion of his very soul. What better way to complete his service to the Dark Lord? Severus only became privy to this particular piece of information just recently and became almost frantic trying to pass that information over to Harry Potter without him knowing that it came from him. Even now, he wasn't certain that Harry knew. He just hoped that the "idiot boy", as he called him, wouldn't fuck this one up too badly.

Preparing to survive a lethal and poisonous attack from one of Earth's most deadliest snake was not an easy task. He had to research the effects of the poison and the extent of the damage those fangs left to the flesh. How deep will the wounds be, will he bleed out and die before he was able to stop the bleeding? How fast does the poison act? He knew that in Arthur Weasley's case, the poison prevented his wounds from closing. It took all of his skill to invent the potion that counteracted those particular effects. He brewed an entire cauldron of it and hid stashes everywhere, including his own magical pockets. Blood replenishing potions, health potions, strengthening potions and of course a handful of bezoars were now stuffing his pockets. Now, he was prepared.

Severus almost laughed with joy when Voldemort hissed the command at Nagini. He may not speak parseltongue, but he understood quite well what it meant. "Kill him!". Only one thing remain. To prevent Nagini's fangs from cutting him too deep and severing the carotid artery or jugular vein. He raised his hand a little and with a soft flick of his wand he casted a "Protego" spell on him, strong enough to protect him from lethal injuries, but weak enough to allow for Nagini to bite him. However nothing prepared him from the amount of pain he experienced the moment Nagini's fangs pierced his flesh. It was like he was being thrown in a pool of ice water, while being set on fire at the same time. And in spite of himself, he let out a blood curling howl. A howl that convinced Voldemort that Severus will soon die from his injuries. So he called Nagini off and they both left. This allowed Severus to immediately shove a bezoar down his throat and drink the rest of the potions. Now the only thing that was left for him to do, was to wait out for all them to take affect and heal him.

Just then, the "Golden trio" stepped out from under Potter's invisibility cloak. 'Excellent, one less thing to do. He can call this..a parting gift. ', he conjured a vial, and allowed white, ethereal smoke poor out of his mouth, eyes and nose. A swish of his wand collected it into the vial, turning it into a liquid, and he sealed it while he instructed the boy as to what he was supposed to do with it. He then allowed the potions to put him into a comatose state, one that resembled death to complete his healing process. He was finally done. His part in this war was over. It was all in Harry Potter's hands now. God help them all!

After waking up, he pulled his satchel out of his pocket and removed a clean set of cloths, identical to the ones he was now wearing of course, he was after all Severus Snape and had a reputation to uphold. He removed the tattered and bloodied clothes and casted a warm "Aguamendi" spell on him and lathered him self with a bar of soap. Another "Aguamendi" spell rinsed the lather, he "Evanescoed" all the water and lather from the floor, leaving it clean and put on his new set of clothes. He charmed the floor to look as if someone dragged his corpse out of there, a blood trail now connected the large pool of blood with the entrance of the Shrieking shack, all the way down the steps, the corridor and the tunnel. Even the grass under the Whopping Willow were bloodied and the trail continued deep within the Forbidden Forrest, becoming intermixed with the dirt, leaves and moss of the forest and eventually disappearing. He wanted everyone to believe that he died in the shrieking shack this fateful night.

Was he now ready to disappear off the face of the Earth like he planned to? Not quite, there was one more thing to do. The hardest thing in his life. He needed to talk to the two most important people in his life. Who meant the entire world to him. He spend most of their lives away from them just to keep them safe from the Death Eaters. He may have been revered and feared amongst the Death Eaters even before Voldemort's return, but they would not have forgiven him if they discovered what he had done.

Author's Note: This is just the introduction, that's why it's too short. I have written over 10K words so far, more chapters will be posted tomorrow.