Not mine. Snape belongs to someone else. I just got in his head for a few minutes.
Snape sat in the darkness of his dungeons. He had been there for a long time.
Sitting. Thinking. All the pain he had gone through for Dumbledore.
The sacrifices he had made in his dimly lit life.
And still he was thought of as a traitor.
That Potter brat still felt he was untrustworthy, a true double agent.
It wasn't true.
Any of it.
He craved void. He was tired of all the weight on his shoulders. He knew he was largely responsible for the triumph or defeat of the light.
And most of them loathed him.
He sighed sadly.
As he pushed the needle in he thought that sometimes even Muggles could craft wonders.
Oblivion.