The rain beat down steadily, as the mix of wind and water let out an anguished cry, reflecting the mood inside the dark castle up on the hill. But even as the wind howled and the lightening cracked through the sky, a wailing could be heard above it all, the cries of fallen angels. A lone figure made its way through the weather, silently screaming as the pain took hold, but fighting to continue, just as he had before and just as he would for years to come.
He knew the drill, knew that even before going, the results would be disastrous; but, what amazed him was the fact that once again he was alive. And for that, he would have to face the consequences. Because, even though he was still alive, another had had that precious gift stolen from them, and all because of the events of tonight. Slowing down his gait, he let his inner musings stop, to concentrate on his surroundings. The music of the wails that had previously been purposely ignored, were starting to get to him. Their haunting melody forcing him to fall to the ground as the events of the night took hold.
Flashes of light illuminated the tower that stood before him, as the rain beat upon him, punishing him for the deed done. And, as he closed his eyes, the events of the evening flooded his brain, not allowing him even a moment's rest. Quickly, his eyes blinked open, only to see a body lying in front of him. Cold, lifeless eyes stared at him, as Salazar's ring glared sent a glaring reminder of why this had to be. As he helplessly looked at the crumpled body, memories of the man in front of him started to come full throttle, as the salt from his tears stung at the gashes on his face. Blue and yellow robes…toothy smile…twinkling blue eyes that held the answer to everything…half-moon spectacles...the only person who ever loved him…friend…only kind of family he had...
His inner musings were cut aside, as a rustling was heard from the bushes beside him. Panic set in as all he had worked for banished, as a tuft of bushy hair appeared in front of him. Mind whirling, he didn't hear her scream, as she saw the person responsible for the chaos and destruction that surrounded her only home. Fear played in her eyes as she looked at him, and he at her; both too startled to call for help or run.
"Professor Snape?" The girl asked hesitatingly, unsure if even that simple statement would set him off, but the reaction, the blow that she had been expecting, never quite came. Instead, the once proud and fearless potion master took off, running in the opposite direction on unsteady legs, and disappearing into the treacherous night.
