Authors note: This is my first story. I hope you like it; please let me know about it. Sorry about grammar, spelling and other mistakes, I am not the native speaker of English – but it is my favourite language, anyway;-)
I don't own Harry Potter (not that anything like that would be possible). J. K. Rowling does, we all know her and we all know she is brilliant.
This story is currently being revised, because I decided to read it again and found a lot of mistakes. If you find more mistakes in this chapter, please let me know and the same goes for the next chapters, which haven't been corrected yet. Also, suggestions for the title are welcome, I don't really like this one.
Severus Snape knew nothing good was going to happen when Malfoy told him the Dark Lord wants to see him. A few minutes later, when he stood in front of the man he hasn't considered his master for a very long time, all he was able to think about was how to tell Harry Potter what he has to know, how to completely fulfil his mission. His success or failure was probably essential for the future of the whole Wizarding world, that much he was completely sure about - Dumbledore didn't hesitate to tell him some things, but he still kept a lot of information from him, way too much, actually. Anyway, what was Dubledore thinking? Harry Potter would never even listen to Severus Snape, not after what happened at the end of last year.
His thoughts were racing through his brain while he was doing his best to prevent the Dark Lord practicing his legillimency skills on him. That wasn't hard for him anymore, not after all those years of spying for the light, for the good side, for Albus Dumbledore, and, the most importantly, for Lily, his only true love. And maybe, on rare occasions, he entertained the thought of doing it for Harry Potter too. But he wouldn't let himself really think about it, he never was truly honest with himself about him, Severus Snape caring about Harry Potter, James Potter's son. But he was, after all Lily Evan's son too.
However, Severus Snape decided it wasn't the right time and place to think about Harry Potter then, so he quickly shook his thoughts away. He knew Voldemort was talking to him all along, but he was so lost in thought he didn't pay much attention to it, and that was something that has only ever happened before. Then he heard a few words Voldemort said. And, after a second or two, he realized what the Damn Dark Lord was thinking. The old idiot was going to kill him. He tried to make him change his stupid mind, he objected, but it was all in vain, as he knew from the start. He wasn't stupid enough to think he could chance the arrogant idiot's mind. But, nevertheless, he couldn't let it end that way, not until Harry knew everything he had to know to fulfil his task, to kill the Dark Lord once and for all, to save the Wizarding world. Severus realised how he just thought about Harry Potter, and he was frightened of his own thoughts a bit.
The potions master decided to put those thoughts away once again. Why did Voldemort think he has to kill him to master the Elder wand? Oh, yes, the Great Bastard and the Pathetic Excuse Of The Dark Lord was never able to see anything else but killing as the best solution. He wasn't even the fucking master of the fucking Elder wand, damn! But he could do nothing to make Voldemort change his mind. Oh, you are going to regret it so much you wouldn't even be aware of it, he thought, or rather hoped Severus when he saw the bald idiot who didn't neither have the nose nor hair, let alone his heart, raise the Elder wand.
After a second Severus Snape realised he wasn't dead yet. But when another second passed, his fate became clear. Before he was able to tell Voldemort what he thinks about him, Severus felt sudden pain at his neck. The Great Bastard, Prick, The Pathetic Excuse Of The Dark Lord And All Other Insults You Can Possibly Imagine attacked the man he believed to be his most faithful servant using the spell created by Severus Snape himself. Could this idiot possibly be more pathetic? Was Severus's last thought before Nagini attacked him, bit him countless times, and, after what seemed like eternity, The Great Bastard, Prick, The Pathetic Excuse Of The Dark Lord And All Other Insults You Can Possibly Imagine left with his pet snake, leaving Severus, severely injured, lying in the pool of his own blood on the floor of the Shrieking Shack. The wounds at Severus's neck were by far the largest and most dangerous. So he placed his hand to the wounds in his neck, his long fingers trying to stop or at least slow the bleeding, but in vain. The pain was severe, maybe even worse than the effects of a crucio. But he still managed to remember his mission wasn't accomplished yet.
Then suddenly... he saw Harry Potter right in front of him. He suddenly felt new hope to accomplish his mission, maybe even to stay alive, to help Harry, no matter how. What really mattered was hope. And hope dies last.
A/N: Please, review, I really want to know whether you liked my story or not.