Title: Regret
Author: Silversfall
Pairings: None
Rating: PG-13, language, death
Genre: Death-fic, vinaigrette, ficlet
Author's Notes: I don't own Severus Snape or Harry Potter. They would make lovely stuffed plushies though…(insert Disclaimer). Hmmm, college has really not been good on my language…
Word Count: 337
Summary: Severus Snape regretted…
There were many things that Severus Snape may acknowledge regretting, but none so much as knowing one Harry James Fucking Potter. Brash, stupid, filled with a righteous indignation that could only see in Black and White.
He hated how there was always a pat on the head waiting for the boy, after one of his foolhardy adventures…but not this time. He could remember the shocking brilliance of the blood that covered Potter's face as he lay under a sunny sky. For some reason the summer sky offended him more than Potter ever had.
The boy should have never been born under a Ministry of Magic that could so easily sacrifice its heroes without condemnation from the wizarding populous. The bloody best they could do was name a holiday after the Potter brat, and now their largest worry was whether to place it on the day of the Dark Lord's final defeat or on Potter's Birthday. What a sickening tragedy.
Potter had laughed at his worries of that final day, saying that only good would come from such a beautiful day. That laugh and naïve attitude had grated on his nerves, just like everything else about the boy. They boy had walked blithely into battle, passing the dead and wounded, trying to reach his target, but really, the boy had no need to struggle so, the Dark Lord had come to him. When he had found he boy, the silly, out-of-place grin was still on the boys face, as if he hadn't realized that he would be dead quite soon. Shivering breaths, slowly stole through the boy's frame, as if the luck that had so blessed the boy before, was still trying to save him.
Potter's eyes had focused on him. Probably not a welcome last sight, but the only one the boy got. You can really only die once. Potter died with his eyes fully open, finally able to see the waste of his existence.
…and one Severus Snape still regretted ever knowing Harry James Fucking Potter.
