He strode purposely towards the spiral staircase, his disillusionment charm allowing him to pass unharmed through the throngs

He strode purposely towards the spiral staircase, his disillusionment charm allowing him to pass unharmed through the throngs of resistance fighters.

For if they had seen him, they would have surely killed him;

He who had betrayed them all,

He who had been a spy in their midst.

And he who had coldly and calmly murdered Albus Dumbledore.

Severus Snape leant wearily against the stone eagle, which stood proudly at the centre of the ever ascending staircase leading to the private chambers of the late headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

As he rose slowly, the mark on his arm burned suddenly. He winced at the summons, but did not move.

When he reached the impressive mahogany doors, he swept through to the empty portrait of Albus Dumbledore.

He nearly tore the painting of the wall in his haste, as he seized a small phial of a strange golden liquid. It was emitting an eerie glow, and swirled at his touch. Giving the room one last regretful look, he almost sprinted out, and across to the shadowy grounds.

He was dead, floating above all this. No, he was alive, and being ordered to stay. He replied calmly, "My lord, their resistance is crumbling…." "-and is doing so without your help" lord voldemorts high cold voice rang out, and it was all he could do to keep his occulemency wall up, and stop waves of disgust rolling off him. Therefore revealing his true self to the one they called the Dark Lord.

"Skilled wizard though you are Severus, I do not think you will make much difference now. We are almost there……….almost" you evil bastard (thought Severus)

He knew what was coming, how could he not, after the countless hours he had spent with Albus, going over every little possible plan voldemorts could have.

In his pocket, his hand clenched upon the small phial, but there was a dull roaring in his ears, and all he could see was Voldemorts long pale white fingers stroking patterns into the dusty table.

He felt the pain in his neck with surprise, then realized dreamily what he had promised to do. Pretending to fall and choke, he seized a diluted form of the draught of living death, from where he had placed it under the table earlier. He swallowed reflexively, and then fell to the floor.'

Waiting for the potion to take effect, and he to appear to die, he had a vision of the one true love of his life; Lilly Potter. -NO! Lilly Evans.

Then as if in a dream, He saw her appear above him. Looking down upon him with those emerald eyes.

Then he realized, it was Potter. He did what was necessary, and then felt the potion take effect. Just before he would appear to die, he pretended to gasp in agony, and swallow the phial of phoenix tears.

Hours later, he awoke. The phial of phoenix tears had done its job. Severus Snape disapearated then collapsed on to the floor of his private chambers.