Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I am not making a profit from my works.
Note: This is just a drabble I forged. I must say, I'm rather unimpressed with it, but I needed to write something for Snapey. I really had to go all out on edits, fanfiction is deleting my many margins (don't they realize it's for dramatic effect?)
Also: if this fanfic resembles anyone else's, then it's purely coincidental. (I'm relatively sure there are other fics like these, if not, well then: wow I am surprised.)
Takes place when Snape gets killed, and Harry is at his side after collecting his memories.
"Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go."
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"Look…at…me…" he whispered.
Sparkling emerald eyes, almond shaped, glowing an ethereal green so familiar.
He missed her. So much.
"I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine."
Please.
Things left unsaid, things left undone, the chance escaped his grasp: it was October 31st.
Potters murdered by You-Know-Who
"I thought…you were going…to keep her…safe…"
Dumbledore…
"If you loved Lily Evans, if you truly loved her, then your way forward is clear."
DUMBLEDORE.
"You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?"
"I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter's son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter.."
"But this is touching, Severus. Have you grown to care for the boy after all?"
"For him? Expecto Patronum!"
He no longer saw the dirtied face of his adversary.
"After all this time?"
"..Always."
A curtain of fire, scarlet auburn hair framing her fair face.
"…thought we were supposed to be friends? Best friends?"
A cupid-lipped smile, eyes shone with mirth. One he had not seen for years.
..could ever have been friends with Gellert Grindewald. I think her mind's going personally!
Lots of love,
Lily.
He could no longer feel the hard splintered wood. Could no longer feel the warm pool of his blood.
Instead he felt blades of soft grass beneath him. Instead he smelt a faint hint of flowers. Instead he could hear gentle laughter, a voice so melodious. It reminded him of the time when he was a child, still living in Spinner's End.
The days he had spent with-
He opened his eyes.
"Welcome back Sev…"
done.