A/N: trying to make this as awesome as I can, I have to say that in the future I believe some of you may hate me or some of you won't we'll have to see if you guys like my idea, but as of right now I'm NOT going to say much but I hope you do like it. I've drawn inspiration to this story by something I played earlier today, and the music that I listen to. again I don't own Harry Potter or the Series cause if I did, like so many other I would not have killed off Snape... that being said I DO own the character Erik to this story.
-A year and a half ago-
"Hide yourself below Harry. Do not speak or be seen by anybody without my permission. Whatever happens, it's imperative that you stay below… Harry do as I say… trust me. Trust me." Spoke a weakened, gray haired Albus Dumbledore whom looked at a scared Harry who looked on as he struggled with himself wanting to protect the man. Looking around he found the stairs and with one last glance at the headmaster he was down the stairs and hidden away behind some tall unused items that had been placed at the tower gathering dust. Looking up through an opening Harry heard Draco Malfoy run up the steps and converse with Dumbledore.
Harry stood by watching and listening till he heard the clatter of Dumbledore's wand hit the ground. Pulling his wand from his sleeve he had it at the ready as he heard more footsteps and Dumbledore mention more names but there was something or rather someone that had his wand pointed at him with a finger at his lips in a silence motion.
It was the Potions Master, he had a calm blank face but his eyes showed worry and concern at what was about to happen. He saw the fear for Dumbledore in Harry's eyes but what he was about to do would destroy whatever small trust that Harry had placed in him to save the Headmaster from the Death Eaters up above. Harry looked away from Snape as he headed upstairs, turning his gaze to see Snape upstairs with Dumbledore, Harry prayed for a miracle.
"Go on Draco, now!" Bellatrx half snarl-hissed at Draco, it then at that moment stoic voice spoke out.
"No" Severus had walked onto the observation platform of the astronomy tower and looked down to the opening where Harry was before he looked up at Dumbledore seeing the weak man before him. With one last glance down to Harry, Dumbledore looked up to Severus Snape and made his last request.
"Severus... Please..." Dumbledore could barely stand for the potion he had ingested earlier was slowly burning his insides out. Swaying a tad he saw Snape look at him with sadness in his eyes, the pleading in Dumbledore's eyes made Snape want to put down the wand and walk away, but he knew he couldn't lest he be killed right now blowing his cover.
Wanting to close his eyes he stared at Dumbledore and spoke the spell almost reluctantly before pointing his wand at Dumbledore. The blast threw the headmaster over the ledge of the tower. Snape lowered his wand and took a deep breath looking at the spot that Dumbledore had previously been standing. With his jaw set he turned around and forcefully turned Draco around and pushed him down the stairs.
Bellatrix and the other Death Eaters ran to the balcony and pointed up to the sky summoning the Dark Mark over the tower with a happy scream before she disappeared following Draco and Severus out. With his eyes forwards Severus tried to keep what he had done in the back of his mind and out of site until the time he could properly process the fact that he murdered, no mercy killed Dumbledore as per their agreement so long ago. As they headed through an unused corridor and through the Great Hall, Severus heard off to the side the subtle flapping of leather as Bellatrix ran along the tables before turning and blowing out all the windows and extinguishing the flames from the magically floating candles overhead.
On the way out of the Great Hall, Severus saw an Auror and before any of the other Death Eaters could kill the man he hit the man with a spell that launched him through a passageway just as the group walked out of the school and across the grounds. As they passed through the grounds and by Hagrid's Hut Severus watched as Bellatrix called out for the half-giant. Another voice soon entered Severus' hearing.
"Snape! He trusted you!" Just then Hagrid's Hutt exploded into flames forcing Severus to turn and look on at momentary shock before he spoke to Draco.
Run" watching the boy run, Severus turned back to see Harry there despondent and coming at him with his wand drawn shouting a spell at him. He deflected the curse as Harry running on grief yelled at him.
"Fight back, fight back you coward!"
The way Potter had called at him shocked him, it wasn't in anger he yelled, but rather confusion at why he, Severus Snape did what he did. With that he had lowered his wand at listening to those words repeat in his head echoing the past on an eerie level. As he stood in his momentary shock Bellatrix fired off a spell that hit Potter in the chest forcing him to breath heavily as he struggled to get up and continue on.
"NO!" Severus roared out as he pulled out of his shock, wheeling on Bellatrix he glared at her and raised his voice as if he was speaking to a naughty first year caught stealing. "He belongs to the Dark Lord" Severus snapped at the woman who gave the man a look of loathing before she ran off leaving him alone with the boy on the ground. Watching her leave Severus turned back and looked at Potter on the ground doing a visual once over before he turned and looked at the fire of Hagrid's Hut. He stared at it for a moment before he heard movement before him, Potter with his Gryffindor courage and strength fought with his body and stood up gritting his teeth as a look of rage spread across his features and a spell passed through his lips.
"Semtumsempra!" Snape turned and with a harsh movement of his arm deflected the spell away from himself and Potter, rage was beginning to settle in his eyes as the boy lay down on his side struggling to keep the pain at bay
How did he learn that spell…. My book… that little…
Stalking forwards he hovered over Potter and saw him struggling with breath watching him. Severus' features were not of rage like one might have expected, but none the less the tone of his voice was scary enough even though he was speaking quietly over the roar of the fire.
"You dare use my own spells against me Potter?" Harry had turned his head from the ground and looked up his Potions Master as images flew through his head, he finally comprehended something, and he was finally getting the answers he was looking for.
"Yes… I am the Half-Blood Prince" With that revelation Severus looked down to the wand in Potter's hand before he kicked it away and started for the Forbidden Forest. Had he been paying attention earlier he would have noticed a beating of wings and the birds fleeing from the forest.
As he walked deeper in the forest there was a sound of a snapping tree limb, spinning on his heel he looked for the source of the noise only to find someone in a black cloak standing there looking like death.
"Severus…"
It was dark, damp, and cold with nothing but the sounds of water beating of stone in the distance; a slight movement in the darkness revealed the sounds jangling of metal on stone; chains. With no light in the darkness something moved and shifted again before there was an inhuman roar and something breaking. With soft thuds in the darkness and metal dragging on the ground something moved its way to what seemed to be an opening where the sounds of water steadily became louder.
Burning blue light seemed to float in the darkness till the chains stopped rattling on the ground. At the entrance of a cave a dirtied figure with long brown-black hair and beard stepped out through a waterfall into the light of the dark overcast sky. Turning back to the waterfall the man stood under the water as the dirt washed away from the man's face as the burning blue eyes looked around the forest before looking to the shackles on his wrist. There were scars along the broad built chest and legs, being barely dressed in what could be called rags, the man grabbed hold of his shackles and whispering something before they shattered.
"Free, but at what cost…" Looking to the sky and rubbing his face in the water cleared away the dirt and grime, the figure started to fall forwards but the man never made it as a pair of red scaled claws took the place of hands and feet. Great spiked red leather wings extended and mighty bellow echoed out through the forest. With a powerful flap of the wings a mighty red dragon was airborne and headed away from the cave and to where a skull was flying high in the sky.
As the dragon flew through the sky down below was a small village and what seemed to be people out and about. Flying down the dragon landed and quickly became a man again. Seeing a muggle and witch walking hand in hand, the man attacked and knocked out the pair of them before taking the man's clothing consisting of a black two piece suit, a blood red dress shirt, socks and dress shoes. It was impressive the man was even wearing a wizarding cloak. Taking the witch's wand he went to a window of a darkened house and gave himself a dry save before he transfigures a large blanket. Once he spelled the clothes he had stolen to size he dropped the wand and cracked his neck before he shape-shifted again into the dragon and flew off again this time he had seen on the edge of a forest something explode into fire then people running away.
Landing he had shifted back as his human form and watched from a safe distance. There was chatter in the clearing as he watched a black robed figure defend himself to a child, looking closer the man saw someone he didn't think he would see in a long time.
"Sev…" Moving away from the tree the man watched as the black robed figure headed for the forest. Hurrying the man went to get to the other before the latter disappeared, but as he got closer he stepped on a piece of broken branch and listened as it broke under his foot. The figure up ahead turned and looked around with the wand at the ready.
Stepping into the light the man spoke a single word in a hoarse gravelly voice.
"Severus…"
The man raised the wand up as it lit up for the man to wince against the light.
"You… you're dead…"
"I assure you Sev… I am not dead" stepping closer the man raised his hands up and pushed back the hood revealing a scarred and yet almost clean shaven face. The blue eyes were bold and if one were to imagine they looking like they could glow like neons, but it was just a trick of the light… or was it?
"Erik…"
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW... it's all I ask... AND! on the side here is a World of Warcraft Macro that I made in honor of Severus and his bittiness.
"Congratulations Mr. Potter, were you expecting a reward for your heroic idiocy?"
