I walked slowly, as if surrounded by a fog, and not dozens of men and women fighting for their lives around me. It did not bother me as I passed 'Dora Tonks felled the hand of a werewolf (who was still in human form), nor did it faze me as Remus Lupin stood over a dead Animagi beating his unconscious wolf form with nothing more than a big stick. All I could see was Severus upon the ground, his life's blood no longer flowing from his neck, and his body no longer even subtly moving with even the barest breath. He lay dead and it did not change as I moved closer.
Voldemort had spotted me though, his focus as clear as my own. He was beyond angry, he wanted me to die a hundred deaths, and was dealing with the disappoint of only being able to kill me once. He waited by Severus, allowing me to approach my own fate. I was barely a body length away when he opened his jaw, ready to attack, but another man, a loyal man, stepped between us. It didn't break my concentration as Lucius held Snape's dagger up as if warding the evil beast from me.
"Lucius, what do you think you are doing?" Voldemort snapped.
"Severus was your faithful servant!" Lucius cried, disbelief lacing his voice.
Voldemort, unwilling to lose any more of his followers, kept his arms down signaling there was no need to fight. He didn't want Lucius, he wanted me, and even Lucius could tell as Voldemort's salivating mouth pointed distractedly in my direction before answering.
"He was indeed a good and faithful servant, but only I can live forever…" Voldemort moved to step around Lucius; recently Lucius had seemed out of sorts anyway, and Voldemort put it off as an unneeded attachment to his Church and its members. Underestimating Lucius, he was shocked to feel the dagger enter his side.
Lucius shook, even when he pulled the bloody knife from Voldemort, but met his eyes with pluck reserved for the braver, for the more determined, and for those who stood to lose something greater than their life. Whether he thought of his son, his parishioners, or even his dead friend was unknown to Voldemort, and he didn't care as he backhanded the man, sending him into a crumpled pile to the ground.
He turned back around, but I stood not even a hair's breath away. My eyes met his and I shoved with all my strength into his chest with the dagger Lucius had dropped, the dagger Hagrid had finally used to hurt the beast, the dagger Ron had used to cut upon his legs, my love's dagger that Snape used to bury in his chest in an attempt to stop the evil. I held it there as Voldemort yowled, his strength weakening, unable to deny the pain, I pulled away, watching as Voldemort stumbled backwards. The dagger was forgotten in my hands as I looked with disgust, my mind unable to piece together thoughts any longer.
Harry dove in, catching the blade out of my hand. Its sharp edge cutting his hand, but it didn't stop him as he bore down on to Voldemort. He shoved the blade hilt deep into Voldemort's neck. Voldemort's eyes glazed over, looking between all of us on the small cliff, disbelieving that this was his final moments, denial warring with acceptance as Harry shoved the creature backwards. He slipped and his large body fell as everyone stopped their own forays to watch. We all saw as he fell end over end, landing in a wave of water.
The water pushed against his body, unaccepting the evil creature as if he were a disease to taint its depths. Bubbles rose around him as skin and muscle slid from bone, steam and vapor gathered in the air, and with a final gurgle the bones sank.
AN: 4 More Chapters! Thanks again Lily S Potter for beta'ing!
