Hi ! Thank you for reading my Harry Potter's Fanfiction. I'm a french fan, so maybe a lot of terms are not the same of yours. I try to translate all of them but i'm not sure for "transplanage" (apparition and disparition in english version). I hope my english level is actually enough !
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The Hidden Horcrux
Last and unexpected dark arts of Hogwarts
The pain had been dazzling, but he had expected it. The hardest thing to bear was the agony. The humiliation of agony. While the tears flowed, sources of memories, of pain, messages of the painful past… Ripped to death.
Because death is the only way. The only moment. Only brushing against death can make it possible to see one's life scroll by, and cry for another to see it.
After that, it was the utter nothingness. Not the nothingness of sleep or of unconsciousness, not the one where one sees billions of thoughts. No, it was nothingness. The original nothingness. The one that triggers when nothing lives in us, when nothing else exists.
That day, he really died. He died like Lily. Like James. Like Albus. He died like everyone else he hadn't protected. Except that Severus Snape died differently. He died, but it was ephemeral.
His eyes opened again. He still hurt terribly, but it was a pain that encompassed his entire body and not just the areas where he had been bitten. He put his hand on his neck, but he was no longer bleeding. Just a dry, coagulated liquid.
He struggled to get up. He felt weak, incomplete, but all that would be settled soon... No. It wouldn't be. But everything would be fine anyway because, in fact, he was still whole. A little more. It would obviously never be the same ... But it was far away.
Albus was dead.
He was dead, and he had allowed him to survive.
.
Leaving Hogwarts was not complicated. In addition to the raging battle, which he was fleeing - probably - the protective field surrounding the castle had been destroyed. He took a few staggering steps towards the lake, and when his foot touched the surface of the water, he apparated.
He would have liked to control his thoughts, but he knew it was lost. He found himself in the ruins of the house, in the room itself, in the exact spot where he found her dead. The cradle, whose rotten wood gave off a strangely soothing odor, creaked when he leaned against it.
For a moment, he had to fight against the images that were spreading before his eyes. His soul was raw, and it was almost impossible for him to escape: every time his eyelids bent down, he saw her in Harry's cries. And when he tried to keep his eyes wide open to escape, it was as if her ghost was all around him, accusing him of his cowardice.
Bitterly, with some bad faith, he mumbled that he had not been to Slytherin for no reason. Evidently, Slytherin didn't prevent us from defending those we love ... And didn't oblige us to follow the Dark Lord in the meanders of chaos.
He had done it, though. Until she is in danger. Should he blame himself for having sunk into the darkness where he had been drowned since childhood? Without a doubt. But he wouldn't do it.
- Albus?
His quavering voice was weak. He was not even sure he had spoken aloud... But the scream told him that his old mentor had heard it. The moonlight went out for a second when the bird passed over Severus. Then the Phoenix with his fire's feather landed on a cradle near him.
- Where is she ?
The bird shook his head, then another scream pierced his throat. The former potions teacher nodded slightly. He had to wait. Harry would defeat the Dark Lord. That makes... recovering the Elder Wand would be just another ordeal.
Slowly, the exhausted body of the man curled up against the floor that the weather had weakened.