Bleeding Out
Summary: Severus Snape hates Halloween, because it is a constant reminder of what is no longer in the world.
Characters: Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Lily Evans, and Voldemort| Tom Riddle
Hurt/Comfort/Death
Enjoy by: Jaylene Olebar
*One Shot*
When the leaves where on the ground, and the smell of burning leaves filled the air, Professor Severus Snape tried to keep his guard up at all times. Not because he was worried about an attack, because he hated Halloween. While everyone was celebrated the day of the dead, eating muggle sweets; and doing traditional Pureblood thing, Snape locked himself in his chambers and replayed all his memories from his childhood, the ones with Lily.
Lily Evans, the girl who was his first friend, the one who told him it was okay to cry, and that he was loved. That she would never leave him, that he was stuck with her. That they would be friends no matter what.
But he had to go and ruin it! Like he does everything!
He had called her a filthy mud blood, when she was just trying to help him. The look in her eyes had haunted him for as long as he could remember.
The hurt, the loss and the anger, and so many more emotions, ones he couldn't describe, ones he never knew existed.
*flash back*
"Save her, please milord!" Severus begged, going down to his knees and kissing the dark lords feet. Tears falling down his face, and hair brushing the dirt on the ground; it was there annual Sunday meeting. Every Sunday, the spies that Voldemort had would take turns on what information they had gotten. And five days ago, Severus had retold the prophecy that Trewaney had recited.
"Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will"
Voldemort knelt down and lifted the man's head with his finger and Snape glanced into red eyes.
"I will try, but if she lifts her wand to me and casts a curse… she dies." Voldemort murmured and dissipated on spot.
*Flash back done*
Snape didn't realize he was crying so lost in his thoughts of the past that was why he jumped and brought his wand out when a hand touched his shoulder. He looked into the same green eyes that haunted his dreams, and felt his shoulders shake and a sob escape his throat.
"Professor Snape, are you okay?" Harry Potter asked and helped him sit in his chair.
"Look at me." Snape demanded.
Potter looked shocked at the demand but looked into coal black eyes, Snape smiled softly.
"I'm okay Harry."
Lily… you haunt my dreams, your my every waking thought, and I so want to say sorry… it is my fault you are dead.
THE END…