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Note: I am well aware that this is not my best work, however, I would appreciate constructive criticism.
Severus Snape was concerned for Harry Potter's sanity. After all, he had seen horrors that no man, let alone a child should ever have to endure. He had just murdered Albus Dumbledore, Ron Weasley, and the Dursleys. " Why did you do it, Potter?" He smiled and said," In the land of forgotten, darkness is my only friend keeping me tight in its embrace, but it's embrace is cold." Severus had to agree with that statement, even if he felt that the boy was quite unstable mentally as well as , who was he to judge this boy, the child of his only childhood friend?
He, himself, had been forgotten so many times. As if Potter had read his mind, he asked," Why have you not done the world this small favor? They all forgot you..." Severus smirked." Believe me, if I started murdering people there'd be none of you left " Harry smirked. " I was supposed to be in Slythern, did you know that? The Weasel and the meddlesome old fool tricked me into believing it was an evil house that has bore only dark witches and wizards. I know now that is not so. You know what the saddest part of the Slythern-Gryffindor rivalry is?" Severus shakes his head in the negative. the boy then cast a spell removing all the bones from his victims and fashioning shimself a morbidly beautiful throne.
"The ground is stained with blood from the wars, the fights, and the massacres; of our past." Severus couldn't dispute that. He silently watched as Harry Potter, the boy who was destined to save them all, cursed, hexed, and killed his way across the bloody hogwarts grounds until hestood beside the Dark Lord Voldemort. The last coherent thought that passed through many of the surviving true light sided minds was the amplified voices of Voldemort and Harry Potter shouting with malicious humor, " Evil isn't born, it's created." The Daily Prophet disputed the claims of the few survivors, of course, even going so far as to say that they needed mental care from St. Mungo's. Precious few dared to stand against the dark. Tragically their deaths were in vain. Their bodies were staked up in front of the ministry as a warning for all who dare oppose the new world order.
Severus would, on his death bed, recount his side of the story to the orphans he had been given charge over.