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Redemption
His eyes scanned the devastation surrounding him.
The dead pilled up all around him. The injured cried out for help as they laid on the ground exhausted. Healers rushed to save anyone they could, not caring who they were.
A healer approached him desperate to care for him.
He could feel his heart slowed and his life slipping.
He recognized her as an ex-student. A ravenclaw.
Their tears mingled as they, healer and patient, saw the inevitable arriving.
"One day, this will be over, peace will some. Promise me?…" He mumbled desperately to the healer beside him.
Blood oozing from various wounds, he felt guilt settling in. Regret racked him, he had hoped for a life of peace. What had he gotten in stead, misery, pain and hatred. He felt hysterical laughter breaking him, unable to be free from hell on earth.
"I want peace…" He mumbled to the new figure in front of him.
Yet, that fell quickly as he watched the saviour of the wizarding world looking at him with hate. He did his best to sneer. He kept his masks up. He had too otherwise it was all over. He would lose.
It was…
Inevitable
So much death… He let out the breath of a tortured man.
His last breath. He rose from his body and watched as they spat on him, declaring him a traitor. His wish to redeem himself forever lost in the realm of the living. He looked down once more before joining the above. His soul rising above the clouds cried out in agony at the ironies of life.
He did not see the single person, Remus Lupin, burying his body. The only one to believe his innocence.
The man looked sadly down at his grave, trying to find in turn his own redemption to late. He cried a single tear for the man he had hated, the man he had loved and the man whom he couldn't save.
"How can I find my redemption when I couldn't help severus with his own?" He cried out finally breaking down for himself and the many who couldn't.
He read the grave once more, for he wouldn't come back. He wasn't brave enough. He never was.
Severus Snape
A man remembered for his braveness
and more specifically for his harshness.
Loved by few and hated by many,
He lived to redeem himself.
He lived to protect others.
Although it was not recognized by many,
May he be remembered.
May he be remembered for what he sacrifice
for people he never knew,
And people who never liked him nor gave him a chance.
May he rest in peace.