Alright, my friend Kim (Linwe) was telling me that a girl on the WB's Harry Potter site (  wants Harry to die in every story. Well, in my current story, he doesn't die, so I figured I would write a story just for her that has Harry dying. Here I go!

Snape Gets Even

It was a dark and stormy night. Professor Severus Snape was sitting in his dungeons plotting ways to get rid of a 'certain' student. 

"Damn that rotten snot. Always being brave. Reminds me of his father. What a loser. My Master wishes him gone. But how? It has to be devious, very devious." Snape started cackling evilly rubbing his hands together. Then he jumped up and a small light bulb appeared over his head. "I've got it!!" He ran out of his office and down the hall, looking for Filch.

He found Filch a few minutes later yelling at a student. It was a Hufflepuff first year and Snape laughed evilly.

"Filch! We need to talk." He had stalked up behind the cranky caretaker and yelled, making Filch jump. "My office, now." Snape swept off down the hall, his cloak billowing ominously.

"Certainly, sir." Filch ran after the potions master. They entered the dank, dark office and Snape seated himself behind his large desk. "What is it you need, Severus? I'm happy to oblige." Snape smiled at him evilly.

"I need some of you torturing devices, Angus. My master, The Dark Lord, wishes a certain student dead. But he must be killed slowly and painfully." Snape walked around the desk and whispered in Filches ear. "Do you have what I need?" Filches eyes glittered evilly.

"Yes, yes I do. The items will be in the south dungeon by 11 tonight. Is that soon enough?"

"Perfect. Don't keep my Master waiting though. He wishes to watch through the fire. Make sure it is ready."

"Yes Sir!" Filch left quickly, as it was 10. Everything must be ready in an hour. He entered his office and grabbed multiple sharp hooks and knives, along with some chains. He cackled evilly and strode out. Meanwhile, Snape was in his office laughing madly.

"MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (A/N: think Jafar from Aladdin when he starts laughing after sending Aladdin to Siberia in the tower thing.) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He stopped to catch his breath. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He smiled wickedly and left the dungeon, looking for his prey.

Harry Potter was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, playing Wizards Chess against his best friend, Ron Weasley. He was losing terribly. Ron made a final move.

"Checkmate. I win." Ron smiled smugly.

"Bloody Hell! I thought I had you that time!" Harry started grumbling to himself. "Stupid know it all git. He cheats horribly. Has to to keep winning. Cheater." He stood up and looked at the clock. "Shit! I have to get to detention with Snape!" He ran out of the portrait hole and down to the dungeons.

"Your late, Potter." Snape was sitting behind his desk, waiting.

"Sorry, Professor. I got sidetracked."

"Don't 'sorry' me. You have work to do, now do it!" Snape pointed at some cauldrons and swept out of the room to finish the preparations.

Harry set to work cleaning the cauldrons. They were the first years and they were disgusting. Little eyeballs kept floating up to the top of the soapy water. Harry grimaced and kept washing. Almost as bad as washing dishes at the Dursleys. Thank god he was a 7th year. He never had to see them again. Half an hour later, Snape swept back into the dungeons. Harry had just completed the final cauldron.

"All done, Professor. May I go now?"

"No. I have one more job for you. Come." Snape left the room, Harry close on his heels.

Snape smiled evilly to himself. The stupid Gryffindor was walking right into his trap. He led him through the dungeons at a quick pace, every step drawing him closer to Harry's doom. Finally, they reached the door. Snape opened it and went in. Harry followed.

Immediately, he bound Harry up, then strapped him to a table with the chains. He called his master through the fire.

"O Dark One. The Boy-Who-Lived is about to die." Voldemorts ugly face appeared in the fire.

"Wonderful. Make sure it's painful." Voldemort cackled evilly. (A/N: There is quite a bit of cackling going on here….)

"Yes My Lord." Snape turned back to Harry. He picked up a very sharp hooked instrument. "Say good bye, Harry Potter." He grinned evilly and started cutting open the boy's stomach. Harry yelled in pain. Snape cut out a star and a donkey before completely slicing him open. Grabbing the pinchers, he pulled out Harry's intestines and put them in a pool of water. That would keep him alive for a while longer. Then, he cut out his liver and kidneys. They would fetch a very high price on the black market. Finally, he cracked the boy's ribs and cut out a lung, then the heart and the other lung. Snape was going to be rich. He turned back to his master triumphantly. "He's dead, O Dark One"

"Good job, Severus. You will be justly rewarded."

"Thank you, My Lord." Snape put out the fire and left the room, taking the organs with him.

*Four Days Later- Newspaper Clipping*

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived lives no more. His corpse was found in the Hogwarts dungeons earlier today. All his internal organs were missing and it is thought that he died a few days ago. The authorities are still not sure who the murderer could be, but most people suspect He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He left behind a legacy, and two best friends. They both declined comment.

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Severus Snape started laughing evilly after he finished the article. He had finally killed the Boy-Who-Lived. Today was a good day. A very good day.