I found the latin online, so I hope it's right
Sorry it took me a while to update.
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Severus Snape could clearly remember the pain, the throbbing of his wrists the day he had given up on humanity. He could still see the blood bubbling from his wrists, pouring out along the bathroom floor. As he gazed at the thick white scars on his wrists, he was reminded of his pain, and couldn't help but wonder if it was truly time for him to give up.
"Sic transit gloria mundi," he whispered.
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Thus passes the glory of the world.
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Draco stepped into Harry's room quietly, eyes resting on the peaceful boy slumbering on his bed. Draco reached out, as if to move his hair, but pulled back. Instead he lay down next to the sleeping brunette, spooning him. I love you, he thought. Then his thoughts flickered to Tom Riddle, who he had seen sobbing in the boys bathroom. You two could be happy together, he thought, but…
"Finis vitae sed non amoris."
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The end of life is not the end of love.
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Tom sat up, wiping his eyes on sleeve, blinking a couple times, trying to stem the flow of tears from his bright green eyes. He hadn't felt like this in years. He felt drained; he felt sick. The list of atrocities he had committed haunted his vision in the hideous print of the Daily Prophet. He had sought and he had found. He had killed, he had tortured, he had destroyed. He was Lord Voldemort for Christ sake! He couldn't go back to Harry and pretend he was innocent. He had details now. He had a path. He had a mission.
"Flectere si nequeo superos, Achaeronta movebo."
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If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.
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Harry ran towards the Quidditch pitch, needing to be alone, needing his broom and the air and knowledge that no one could hurt him. He wanted Tom to hold his hand, to keep him grounded, to fuck him so hard he forgot all about Remus. But at the same time he wanted Tom to leave, or die, or just get the fuck out of his life. He mounted his broom and kicked off the ground, zooming around the field. Her heard thunder and looked up to see rain beginning. He shook his head, ignoring it.
"Odi et amo."
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I hate and I love.
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Sirius stood outside the bathroom for a very long time. He could hear the sobs from inside. He could feel the heat of the tears slipping down Severus' face on his own. He hadn't meant to scream. He hadn't meant anything he had said. He pursed his lips, then nodding, stepped into the bathroom. It was dark, and now, silent. He looked around for a moment, then quirked and eyebrow.
"Lux sit."
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Let there be light.
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Lucius gazed at the crystal around his neck with a smirk. He brushed it with his fingers. He was ready, ready for the plan. His son was a just one of many casualties. He could accept that. He could accept many things. The Dark Lord chose him and he was worthy. He smiled suddenly, as the crystal caught the light.
"It's as you said, 'non omnis moriar.'"
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I shall not all die.
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"Holy fucking shit! Sev, baby, what did you do?" Sirius could believe his voice could get that loud, but it boomed through the bathroom. He was on his knees, fumbling to staunch the huge flow of blood from his wrists. "Severus!" he screeched, tears forming in his eyes. "Severus Snape don't you dare leave me you bastard!"
He watched his lover's eye lids flicker open, the dark orbs fixing hazily on him. "…Siri…?" he rasped weakly, his body trembling with effort.
"Don't move," Sirius hissed, frantically tearing at his robes for something to cover the wounds, but knowing somehow it wouldn't be enough. "God, I'm sorry Sev."
Severus smiled up at him. "Love…you…" he whimpered, his eyes closing.
"Severus!" A burst of blue filled the room and Sirius watched in amazement as little blue pearls of energy that seemed to have ripped themselves from his fingertips healed his lover's wounds. Unconscious magic rippled through the air and Sirius sighed heavily, wiping tears away. "Oh, god. Oh, god."
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Tom looked up sharply as his door slammed closed. There, standing before him, wet and muddy was Harry Potter. Tom placed the book down next to him, regally arching and eyebrow. "Yes?" he asked smoothly, acting as though he couldn't care less, his eyes flashing red.
"I heard you found out, Voldemort," Harry murmured, lifelessly.
"I did," Tom hissed, glaring at the other teen. "And now I know I should kill you." Tom stood and pulled his wand out.
"All right," Harry whispered, stepping towards Tom, pressing their lips together. "All right, but I love you."
"Even if I'm Voldemort?" Tom spat, stepping away from the savior. "Even if I'm going to kill you?"
"Even if you were just using me," Harry responded evenly, the beginnings of life visible in his green eyes. "Even if you kill me now. Or if you torture me. Even if you tell me you hate me. I'm sorry. I love you."
Tom's eyes faded to green. "I…Harry," he whimpered, embracing the other boy tightly. Harry wrapped himself tightly around Tom, sobbing into his robes. "I'm sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry."
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Very well, plan 2. If Tom will not help me, I'll do it myself. Starting with Draco.
Draco looked around. "Did someone call me?" he shrugged, meandering along the hall. "Ow." He looked at his stomach, confused. "What the hell? Ow." He pressed his hands to his stomach then looked at them hard as he felt the liquid begin to cover them. "Ow!" He collapsed in the hall, grabbing at his stomach. "Fuck!"
Don't worry Draco, you're all ready dead. And the dead can't die. But they can disappear. Bye bye, Draco.