Chapter ten:

With his knuckles pressed on his lips, Alek glared hatefully down at the floor before his expression cleared and he turned towards the twins and said:

"After being transformed, things got a bit complicated for those who were very close to her and were still looking for your grandmother. Especially to one bastard, Severus Snape. (Insert amused smirk here) Your grandmother and the…man had a very close relationship and he found that later on when things became complicated…" He stopped speaking for a second, considering his next words for a while. Eventually he gave up on thinking and shrugged. "I am not very keen on thinking and all that scholar bull, as you know so yes. When a wizard or muggle is turned the person…'dies'. Not literally but…Merlin—"

"The soul of the muggle or wizard in question is trapped inside their body for eternity or until it is finally freed by the usual methods known for creatures like us. It is said that the person dies because one cannot feel the soul and the changes literally changes the body and mind to a level that it can be said that it is dead." The young boy stated matter-of-factly.

"Yeah…that…Uh, that is what happened, yeah. How come you are smarter than me, huh?"

August 8th 2020

Severus Snape was brewing, not that it was surprising considering that the after mentioned man was a very well known Potions Master, the best in Britain and the world. Now, of course it didn't come as a surprise to know that the man was brewing. Of course not!

But the point is it not in this obvious fact, but in the following question: Why was Severus Snape, potions master extraordinaire and Lord Voldemort's right hand man, brewing at four am in the morning?

Truth to be told Severus was feeling a bit odd as of lately, as if something of great importance was to happen at any given time. Tonight was not an exception, on the contrary. He was feeling all the more nervous and anxious that night and if that wasn't enough saying, there was a strange feeling on his chest that just wouldn't leave him alone and it intensified with every passing second. It was getting on his nerves and he couldn't even fathom why he was feeling like that.

So he brewed with a small frown of concentration in between his brows, the gentle sound of the sloshing potions and the methodical counter-clockwise and clockwise stirs calming his frayed nerves with their logical-ness. The potions fumes gently hit his face, their unique smells also calming him down greatly.

The silence was comfortable, the only sound being that of his breathing, the ruffling of his notes when he breathed on them as he took a closer step so he could read, the sloshing of the potions and the soft simmering of the mixing ingredients. After what seemed like hours of unending silence and hard work, the potion was finally finished and the usually stoic and dark man turned around to face the smiling, if slightly tired form, of his blonde godson, Draco Malfoy. The young blonde walks up to him and peers inside the cauldron, his grey eyes alight with wonder and child like curiosity.

A sniff and some staring later, Draco turns towards him with a small smile on his face and asks, "Is this what I think it is, Uncle Severus?"

"If you managed to guess correctly, which I really doubt Dragon, then yes. It is a Wolfsbane potion." Snape replied with what many would say was an arrogant air around him and a cocky smirk. "My updated and better version of it, of course, not the cheap stuff they sell out there, mind you."

"Yes, yes, Uncle Sev." Draco waved dismissively in excitement. "Can you teach me it, Sev? Can you, can you?"

Severus opened his mouth to answer him but found he couldn't as he doubled over in pain with a gasp. He paled dramatically, his skin turning into a yellowish color and a thin sheen of sweat covered his skin. He stumbled onto the young blond as pain coursed through his body. Pain shot through him, recognition made his blood freeze and his obsidian eyes to widen as a voice seemed to get louder and louder in his mind.

"No." He somehow managed to choke out. Draco was screaming for help and Severus was aware of it, but it was only a faint whisper in his mind, like a tickle. His pain suddenly doubled, as if he was being kicked repeatedly, searing pain all over his body and terror running through his veins. An agonized scream broke free from his lips, full of unbearable pain and terror. He felt like tearing his skin away. He felt dirty, so very dirty. He wanted to die and simply fade away but couldn't, the pain was proof enough of his humanness. Lucius, Fernir and Remus came down and took each of his arms, dragging in slight panic his jerking body out of his laboratory. Once outside, he shakily shook them off him and stumbled his way towards the nearest window, his eyes clouded over in overwhelming pain.

The screams, pleas and cries of hysterical pain filled his brain all the more; making him shut his eyes and press the palms of his hands against his ears with the hope of blocking the horrible, blood curling screams out. It was in vain. He fell onto the floor in a weak heap of limbs and curled up in a fetal position and didn't move for what like felt hours; long hours of agonized whimpers, pleas and screams of unending terror.

People were around him, trying to know what was wrong with him, but they were only phantoms to him, locked away in their world of denial and oh so blessed ignorance. It was only him, the pain and the screams that echoed eerily in his brain over and over again. His whimpers and incoherent mumbles fell deaf to his own ears, but those who heard them got all the more worried.

When Severus was sure that he was about to succumb to insanity, a blessing for sure, it stopped as quickly and suddenly as it had begun. He breathed in a long, silent sigh of relief. Now that he was not hearing screams and whimpers and whimpering himself, he realized for the first time that he was being talked to, thing that managed to get recognition from his still shell shocked mind.

"Severus! Severus, oh Merlin, please answer me!" the nearly hysterical voice of Harry broke through the heavy haze that was on his mind.

He uncurled from his fetal position and stared up at the slightly relieved yet peeved green eyes of Harry James Potter and the red slightly worried ones of Lord Voldemort. His eyes filled with tears as he watched the man who had given birth to the little girl that had managed to worm herself into his heart look at him in panic and as he watched the red eyes that she had inherited. If they only knew…

A giggle escaped his lips…and that giggle soon turned into laughter.

Hysterical laughter that tore his very soul as anguished, bitter tears fell down his cheeks and sobs wracked his thin body without mercy. His choked laughter echoed in the now silent room as six pairs of eyes watched him with growing alarm and unease.

"What-?"

"G-G-GONE! The screams…pain…it hurt! P-Pained whim-whimpers…had broken soul…dead." He cried between hysterical laughter and tears.

"W-What? Severus..?"

"Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, DEAD!" was his anguished, choked out answer.

"T-Tom…" The red eyed male, who was frozen on the spot looking at the strongest of his man, blinked twice before he kneeled besides the weeping man and gently grabbed the man's face. As his eyes met the obsidian ones the man started to cry harder and with a last worried glance at his husband and friends, he pressed his wand on the man's temple and whispered softly:

"Stupefy."

And with that, Severus Snape froze tears still running down his cheeks, the sorrow still fresh on his face.

A/N: Holy shizzz~ I am meaaan man, seriously. Treating dear Sev like that. I love it. Dang man, I loved writing this chapter especially with Kalafina on. Woo! Inspirational~ Anyways, this is Severu's part, hope you enjoy it as much as I did. .-. Might be a bit confusing, but I think that if you read the chapter and then read all that talkng on the top, you'll understand. But it'll be explained later on, I promise you. :)

Next chapter there would be a bit of sexy time...maybe. OwO Who knows? But seriously, I am thinking that there might be some sexy time next, nothing too implicit, don't want my story deleted along with my account, no. So, until next time! And thank you those who have viewed this story and are reading this...Please, keep putting up with me. ^w^