DISCLAIMER: I am making no money off of this, and this site isn't either. This is purely fan-fiction written by a weird person who has absolutely nothing better to do than write this stuff. I don't own Harry Potter, Hogwarts, Snape, etc. J.K.R. does.
The End
Snape climbed upon a page amid the sea of the last Harry Potter book. He gazed austerely around him, wondering how he could possibly be here now. So soon.
J.K. Rowling raised her pen. "I'm sorry, you have to go," she announces to Snape. "Your destiny is to do something absurdly courageous and then go and die for it. Now don't t try to change my mind, I made it up. Too many of my readers love you, so I know they'll probably end up stoning me in the end . . . but it will be too late for them, by then."
Severus Snape nodded. "You are the authoress. The only supreme divinity of my world. I have no choice, I see, but to put myself at your mercy."
And J.K. blew a kiss goodbye to her most intelligent, witty, deepest, desperate, emotional, double-crossing, three-dimensional character ever.
And the fans cried.
Among them, xXblacksakuraXx.
Goodbye, dear friend.