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Spinning upon his heel and stretching out his wand, Voldemort sneered as his lips uttered the damning words.

"Avada Kedrava!"

Hitting the masquerade of Lucius Malfoy directly in the chest, the Dark Lord watched in satisfaction at the flash of green, the rush of noise and the revelation that he had already known as the corpse was shown to be that of Nymphadora Tonks.

Snape's eyes widened, naked devastation erupting within him as her body smashed into the harsh, bare earth.

"Lying whore," Voldemort remarked coldly, before turning his own body back to the rest of the Death Eaters.

No, he thought softly, denying what he had clearly witnessed and he could still clearly see. Oh god no…

He began to shake under the weight of his suppressed emotions, his teeth gritted as he fought to keep the mass onslaught of grief, pain and fear under a secure shield of Occlumency. He could not show what this was doing to him, however much he wanted to break down and plead with her to return.

Please, he begged within the confines of his shadowed mind. Please don't leave me alone…

His wide eyes watered desperately, his world crashing down around his ears as Voldemort's words were lost in a haze of blind anger and panic.

I need you, Nymphadora.

The realisation that he could not stand another night on his own frightened him no end, much more than the man who stood before him, gloating about his kill…

Gloating, Severus thought, his brain oddly detached. He murdered her, and he's gloating. He doesn't care. He never cares.

He could not prise his stunned gaze from her body. The fact that she was still there in some form, although she was unmistakeably deceased, was the only thing that was keeping him clinging to an atom of sanity.

What if they take her away?

The thought crossed his mind before he could banish it, and he bit down hard upon his teeth to keep himself from sobbing aloud.

Let them try, the bastards. Oh god, Tonks…

Every nanosecond, the battle to keep calm and in control was being steadily lost, and he knew that he would soon explode into a tirade of feelings and personal demons.

He had known the risks. He had begged her not to come, pleaded with her so intensely, even admitted his fear that she would be hurt or maimed or killed. But she hadn't listened. She had insisted on accompanying him when his mark burned so deeply.

"For better or worse", she'd said. Why couldn't she have just adhered? This was bringing his worse nightmare to life, and even Severus Snape was not strong enough to face that alone. He needed her, in so many ways. He could not cope with the gaping loneliness had retaken its familiar place in his soul once again. She was all he had, all he had ever had.

I love you, Nymphadora…

He lost all will to maintain his emotions at that comment, and he allowed tears to stream freely down his face, quick as a flash drawing his wand and pointing it straight into Voldemort's back as he screamed out the only word that would bring her killer even close to feeling the pain that her husband felt at her demise.

"Crucio!"