When Black Tears Fall SSHG
A SS/HG fanfic by Severus Sortiarius
A/N:I OWN NOTHING, This is for my amusement and others if you feel so incline to venture with me...The Characters and all rights Belong to J.K. Rowling, but I like to venture into her playground...particularly when it comes to a certain Potions Master...No Money is being made off this...and I'm quite alright with that...Stress relief and letting my imagination run wild is all I care about here...and of course Reviews...I'll try and watch my spelling but it does tend to go awry in the heat of the moment when typing so bare with me...RATED M and it's not changing...I won't be as descriptive as some other writers out of respect to the characters, but I will make them HUMAN.
WARNING: Contains Mature Content...M FOR MATURE...Violence, Abuse, Rape, Torture, Sexual Content, Dark Themes, Language, Major Character Deaths...
{ With the untimely death of Harry James Potter, The Order of Phoenix has finally fallen, Voldemort's forces have won and it is Severus Snape at the helm of this new regime at the behest of the dark lord, as the despot's most trusted, Snape commands all of Hogwarts as well as the Ministry of Magic, wealthy and powerful beyond reason, he enacts brutal punishment upon those that dare defy him...The Rebels Of The Phoenix, an organization as steadfast in their pursuit to right the wrongs of the two worlds...}
Prologue: A Murder Most Foul
The Great Hall, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...
He had been in a good deal of a hurry, the mounted pressure almost too much for him to bare as he found himself entering the formerly "Great Hall". It had been quite a ghastly sight these days, as the bright colors and radiant displays of welcome that had very much been apart of former Headmaster Albus Dumbledore's daily routine had been reduced to sickly grey stone walls and an icy chill that had not been just from the occasional bout of cold weather. Not a single student had been pleased to be corraled into this place, their faces grim as if they'd been ushered back into the beginnings of the industrial age. There was no joy to be had at Hogwarts, not like it had been when Dumbledore had been at the helm. Now there was only sadness and death, the main combination of existance that the new Headmaster, Severus S. Snape had known all too well. Where the students loved Dumbledore and his warm and adoring nature, they despised Snape and held little more than contempt for him even before he'd accepted the mantel of "Headmaster". The staff had been no better in their ajustment with the sudden and unwanted transition. Both due to shock, and a bit of unchecked rage given that Snape himself had been given the position meant for Professor McGonagall.
The former Potions Professor said very little in the wake of his appointment. He'd been as grim as he ever was since the day Dumbledore's body had been discovered. Rumors of Snape having been involved circled and then some. He'd been the prime suspect of course, but there wasn't enough evidence to convict him as people have always found him to be unpleasant and students more often than adults found one reason or another to detest Severus Snape.
The Ministry Of Magic could do nothing without accurate proof and thus Snape returned to Hogwarts, though everyone remained suspcious of him. More so now that he'd possibly gotten away with murder. They feared what he'd do now that he had control of their beloved school and as a result plotted day in and day out to rectify this percieved injustice. Snape knew of their plans. It had been all too easy to stumble upon a secret meeting or to notice the hostile expressions that they briefly hid beneath civility.
Severus Snape had been no fool of course and was well aware of their contempt. He'd known it all his life and saw no difference in the years following.
While it had hurt to some degree that colleauges he had come to appreciate and admire also looked upon him as if he'd been little more than a monster. Some nights, Snape had been agreement of their assessment of him, but he had a job to do and promises to keep.
Once Snape had entered The Great Hall, he had not expected to find himself stepping into a darkned room. He'd only taken a moment to adjust to the shocking turn of events when he suddenly felt something cold and heavy crash against the front of his chest. He gasped for air as the force of the blow alerted him to the very audible crushing of bones along his rib cage. Despite the intensity of the pain, his adrenaline kept him in fight or flight mode as he scrambled to get away from the strange object.
He coughed up a bit of blood before fumbling over a nearby table unsure of which direction his pain filled mind could use to make a hasty exit.
The dizziness had begun to take over as he collapsed from the table onto the floor. Coughing up more blood as he attempted to make sense of what was happening to him. He could hear the voices even as his vision began to haze. He recognized them immediately. The most prominent one had been Minerva McGonagall. The rage behind her tone as evident as the boiling of her blood within her veins. He could feel her hatred. It had been the strongest in the room, almost like a raging inferno in it's own right. Beside her had been Horace Slughorn. He seemed to have been shaken by the apparent result of the assault being more brutal than he anticipated. There was no rage coming from him, only sorrow. Immense sorrow for the loss of yet another former student to a darkned path. Snape found himself choking on blood but continued to scramble away from the two of them. Irma Pince had cornered him using her wand to trap him of course, she had hated him too. She carried a cold indifferent hated that he knew to be more biting than all of the infernos of rage he had ever seen.
Snape began to panic internally but not for reasons in which those gathered around his bloodied form had anticipated.
He had made a promise to Dumbledore to look after the school and give the students and staff a fighting chance to end this war. He had promised to give Harry Potter a fighting chance. Snape had been merely reflecting on the old man's words when the cold hard object came crushing down on him again. He let out not a whimper nor a cry of agony as the crunching of bones echoed in the silence not occupied via the breathing and venomous threats of those gathered to usher in his demise.
Eyes of sorrowful obsidian met the hate stoked emerald orbs of the deputy Headmistress. The hate burned brightly within her as she brought down what Snape had recognized as a magical sledge hammer crushing his legs as she continued her assault. It seemed to enrage her all the more that he had not cried out as if it had been the only thing she wished to hear in the wake of her hate induced madness.
He had known all too well what fed her malice and stoked the flames of her rage even if the now confused staff members had not.
The crushing of his legs had been a white hot pain that seemed to numb the already throbbing sensation of his broken ribs.
She aimed to kill him.
He knew that all too well.
Despite being beaten within an inch of his life via a magical sedge hammer, Severus Snape had not blamed her. It had been a long time coming as far as he had been concerned but there were obligations...he'd spent his entire miserable existance attempting to ensure that they were met without fail. Gathering what remained of his magical ablities, Snape attempted to concentrate despite McGonagall now crushing his fingers via the sledge hammer in a bid to truly take something of note away from him. For what was a Potions Master without his hands. He'd be as useless as a muggle surgeon without them of course.
"All Together!" shouted Minerva as she raised the sledge hammer once more.
Slughorn and Pince each drew their wands. While Slughorn had not liked the idea, he knew what must be done if only for the greater good.
Harry Potter and his friends had entered the hall. It was just as well. Snape had been efficient enough to dispatch the Carrow twins before they could have done any real harm, of course this lead to his defenseless position hence forth.
Of all the faces that seemed to blur via all the blood, his blood...Severus Snape found himself fixated upon that of a teary eyed Hermione Jean Granger. The moment had passed however as Minerva sought to further drive home her disgust for anyone bearing the dark mark and crushed Snape's left forearm via the slege hammer. Harry stood valiant telling himself that Snape had deserved this for what he had done to Dumbledore. Hermione had done her best to hide her heartbreak, a curious thing. She'd been heartbroken to see him this way.
Unable to fight off instinct for long, Snape let out a mournful howl, like something akin to a wounded animal dying alone in the wilderness. Hermione could not take her eyes off him, despite her disgust at what had been happening. She didn't understand any of it, Professor Snape had been apart of The Order of Phoenix. He had saved not only Harry, Draco, and herself countless times but he'd saved others no matter the Hogwarts house with his keen intellect and numerous potions. She knew nothing of the monster he'd been labeled by her Head of House and best friend. He was the most self less man she had ever known, never recieving a word of thanks for all his efforts. Now here he was dying with not a friend in the world as one way or another, they had all wished him dead.
Professor Flitwick and Remus Lupin had entered the great hall after the damage had been done announcing that the Carrow twins were no more and that someone had disposed of them before hand.
Hermione looked back at Snape whom had seemed to have lost conciousness.
"Life isn't fair." he had said once before.
The last concious thought Severus Snape had before everything faded from existance and he found himself pulled into the depths of an uncharted darkness.
Professor McGonagall had been about to deliver another round via the magical sledge hammer when Professor Slughorn grabbed her wrist. He had seen enough brutality and he had not known truly if this was what the young Severus deserved all things considered. There had been no trial nor any right of proof only the words of Harry Potter, a young lad whom had no real love lossed for the now decidedly deceased Headmaster.
"No more." he said his voice breaking with sorrow as his keen eyes focused on the furious green eyed elder witch.
Ronald Weasley had been at a loss for words, as he witnessed the cruelty of his Head of house and the helplessness of his former Potions Professor. He had recalled Snape being the one to save them from quite a few catastrophes as younger children even going up against a werewolf Lupin to keep them all safe despite his apparent distaste for doing so.
Harry Potter had been silent as he noted how the blood around the ebony clad wizard's body pooled. He had wished Snape dead for years more so since the death of Sirius Black and now that he had gotten it, the slow agonized way the wizard parted whom had spent most of his association keeping him safe was getting to him.
Hermione had been in a state of shock. The pooled blood calling her attention as she too looked over the bloodied man. It was hard to believe that he had been gone much like Dumbledore after everything they have been through.
Seemingly satisfied, Minerva thought it best to do away with the reminder of their torment. With a wave of her hand, she sent the crumpled form of the now former Headmaster out a nearby window, shattering the glass as she did.
"Coward." she had said watching it sail out into the icy depths that it would no doubt land.
Coward had been the word that had haunted the dour wizard all of his existance. Despite all that he had done in the face of death to ensure peace for those whom rejected him, coward was the only name he would be remembered by.
