Chapter Four

Snape's Memory

Severus Snape sat at the back of the great hall .. Amongst the shadows, in the dark where he belonged. He could see Dumbledore standing next to that great oaf Hagrid as they spoke together, no doubt about Minerva, Hagrid pat him on the arm and Albus was smiling.

Severus was just as nervous as he was .. But, unlike Dumbledore, Snape was terrified that Minerva would turn up. Walk down the isle into the arms of another man. She probably wouldn't even look at him. The water between them wasn't exactly good.

The wooden doors swung open and she floated in .. glowing, like the angel she was. Where there he was, stuck in his never ending gloom.
The over grown bat. Ha.

Minerva reached Albus side and Snape thought his heart might burst. She took his hand and they began to say their vows.

" … So unless you both know or anybody else gathered here knows of any reason why this union should not take place I ask you to speak now or forever hold your peace" The Minister declared to the throng of people.

"Yes! I do! You cant let her marry him .. She belongs to me .. I love her! I LOVE HER MORE!"

Severus mind screamed at him to say something. But his body chose not to respond. Tears welled up in his eyes and he felt foolish. Severus Snape did not cry. But then again .. Severus Snape did not fall in love with the wife of the man he was supposed to murder.

He couldn't do this any longer.
It had been to long.
Years and years.
Why didn't he say something sooner ?

Not that it mattered now. Albus would soon be gone and he knew all to well Minerva would be distraught but at least now he wouldn't have to see her with another man. She belonged to him … Albus would soon be dead … All of this would be over. It was just a waiting game.
But Severus would have to kill the man she truly loved .. He would have to stand and watch the life flicker out of his eyes as his body turned limp and lifeless.

Minerva would know it was him, almost as soon as it would happen. The only man he loved would be dead.
"I cant do it … I cant do that to her … Maybe if I told her … maybe if I told her of Dumbledore's plan then she'd understand … no … she'd never believe me … she'd try to prevent it"

His mind shot back to the scene in front of him. Minerva was kissing Albus. Her face was the picture of ecstasy, her eyes were closed and she was holding onto his waist as if he were her life support.

An unusual flush of anger crept up his neck.

He knew they must have kissed, amongst other things .. But seeing them together in front of his eyes was more than he could take.

In his dreams it was always him enveloped in her arms, moaning his name against his lips. But never had it occurred to him that it was Albus she did all those things to.

Severus Snape was not a weak man but he found a vulnerability inside of himself when she was close to him, it made him uneasy. But at the same time he felt untouchable, as if he could overcome anything. Then as soon as she was gone he was Severus Snape again. She made him crazy. Love made him crazy.