This Be Yer Warning: Deathly Hallows Spoilers ahead!

Love,

Chi

The only sound Severus could clearly hear was the beating of his own heart in his ears. How long had he been standing there just staring at the marble tomb that glowed white in the light cast by the full moon which hung low over his head.

Too long.

Far, far too long.

The chill of the spring night seemed to seep through his dark clothing and into his very skin. That wasn't the reason he felt the time he spent at the tomb of his predecessor had been too much. The reason was because there, outside the school and so close to the cliffs all he could think of was her.

Not the her that his mind was normally absorbed in, but the her that he tried his damnedest to keep locked in the farthest recesses of his mind.

It was better for him to nurse the wounds that Evangeline had inflicted; it provided him with a reason to live unafraid of death. He had nothing to live for so death was not a daunting concept. It didn't mean that welcomed it with open arms, but he certainly wasn't going to cower from it.

"I'd imagine I'll be seeing you soon, Headmaster," the dark-haired man whispered to the tomb. Slowly he reached out and let his palm rest on the cool stone as though to touch the very man he spoke to.

Even though it killed Severus to admit it to even himself, Dumbledore had been like a father to him.

After a few moments Snape drew his hand back into his robes and turned his attention to the towering structure behind him. As was expected for the late night, it was dark.

Save for a single light in a high tower.

Severus frowned. Had the Carrows followed through with their orders? He hadn't felt a sting in his arm informing him of such and he hadn't heard a commotion as he had expected given the dead silence of night that surrounded him.

Unconsciously, he cast his gaze the cliffs that held so many memories for him before turning on his heel and disappearing into the school to check on his "henchmen."

Something was about to happen. He just wasn't sure what.

For the most part Evangeline had kept close to the Malfoys who seemed to need divine protection more so than the others she had been charged with babysitting. The only one on par with the family of three was Harry Potter himself. It took time, but eventually she succeeded in securing the Malfoys' lives for the world of the living. Unfortunately during the battle with Voldemort and his Death Eaters, it was at the cost of Charlie's younger brother, Fred.

The loss left a sharp pain in her heart. She had grown to love the Weasley twins in the months she had watched over them and knew how much they meant to one another. Even more tragic was the loss of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks, the parents Teddy Lupin would never know.

Deflecting the great green flash of light hurtling towards the boy she had saved some years before, Evangeline's chest constricted with no warning, making her drop to one knee as she clutched the aching part of her body. Only luck saved Ginny Weasley from meeting a nasty end since the angel had faltered.

A sharp cry was wretched from her throat as another sharp jolt of pain tore through her lungs, making it hard to breathe. What was happening to her?

It took a long moment of searching her brain before the answer came to her.

"Severus."

Casting her gaze to the dueling pair before her, the angel made a decision that could potentially end with her losing not only her job, but lives and friends as well.

Evangeline drew in a deep breath in hopes of stifling the physical pain she felt. She wasn't even sure if Severus was the cause of what she currently felt, but instinct seemed to be driving her to find him.

Which was exactly what she was going to do.