Chapter 11: Through The Eyes Of A Dead Man

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The Shrieking Shack, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...(1998)

Severus Snape could see the ominous looking boating house in the distance. His obsidian eyes as dark as the semi-darkened sky that loomed above them. His left forearm had been burning and the injuries he sustained via his battle with the formidable Minerva McGonagall and the other Professors of Hogwarts had left him with a good deal of injuries. The subsequent punishment for failing to secure the prized school had been a series of nearly lethal unforgivable curses.

Now, he had found himself winded and bleeding from various gashes in the wake of his punishment from the dark lord's wand. He had not known why he had chosen this place. But his lungs burned and his body ached as he leaned against a portion of stone along his path.

Sweat had been trailing off his face and the stinging sensation of hexing continued to be a bother as he limped toward the eerie looking boating house. As the injured Potions Professor moved, he found strength in the only thing that had been of importance to him at this very moment.

The obsidian eyes of his only son, safely tucked away in North America with no knowledge of this accursed war or the despot Voldemort to the degree of the other unfortunate English born witches and wizards. He had sent his boy to Ilvermorny, the American equivalent to Hogwarts in terms of a good wizarding education.

A place untouched by the darkness of his own legacy or that of Salazar Slytherin. He had been rather amused that his son had been placed in what they called Horned Serpent. Despite the serpent similarities, it was more or less closer to Ravenclaw than Slytherin and for that Severus Snape was pleased.

He had regretted the way things ended with his family, but his misguided attempt to keep them from being hurt should the inevitable occur during this war had only caused more pain. The images of Elaine on the floor in tears and Regulus chasing after him as he took off into the night had been painful to relieve.

Still, Snape made his way to The Shrieking Shack.

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The Shrieking Shack, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

The Dark Lord had been most displeased as he stood with his red eyes glowing in rage looking down at the bloodied form of his once most trusted death eater spy turned right hand. He took no pleasure in what he had to do to him, it was simply a matter of fulfilling his destiny.

"I took no pleasure in this act, S-S-Severus-s-s." he hissed as he took one final glance down at his faithful spy. "Nagini, come."

Severus Snape lied in a pool of blood, his neck and shoulders against a rather disproportionate wall as the distant waves of an angry ocean swelled behind him. The creaking of the floorboards had gotten his attention as his tear educed obsidian eyes focused on a pair of emerald green eyes that he had known all too well.

"P-Potter." he said struggling with the injuries to his neck and throat.

Blood soaked his ebony clad chest from the rather unsavory wound. The boy who lived had been at a loss for words, his trembling pale hands immediately going toward the wound in a bid to stop the bleeding. The terror in his stricken pale face had spoken volumes in place of words. It was at that moment that Severus Snape knew for certain, that he was going to die.

The boy himself never knew, but his eyes filled with tears in that instant for a man whom he had wished death upon for many a year, especially given his recent loss of the dour wizard's childhood nemesis, his own godfather-Sirius Black. Seeing the wizard that had always next to invincible in such a state had shocked him to no end.

As for Snape, his mind briefly revisited a small girl with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes whom he used to chase along the meadow back in the muggle world town of Cokeworth, England. This boy did indeed have her eyes. Her beautiful, hope filled green eyes.

Tears had begun to stream down the sallow pale cheeks of the dying Potions Professor. He had found it increasing difficult to draw breath as his heart began to slow. In desperation he gritted his teeth grabbing the young Harry James Potter by the shirt struggling for dear life.

"T-Take them." he said as the sorrow filled his once harsh and authoritative voice. "Take them, please."

Harry turned toward his friends, his green eyes falling on the insufferable know it all, Hermione Jean Granger whom had been in tears and at a loss for words due to what she was witnessing.

"Get me something, a flask..." he said anxiously. "Anything!"

Hermione had been the first to move getting what he needed and handing it to him as more tears streamed down her cheeks. She had not truly known what to feel as her school girl crush on Severus Snape had been destroyed with the knowledge that he had killed Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. To see Snape dying from the cruel treatment of Voldemort and his contemptuous serpent was an even more soul crushing experience.

Harry quickly took the small glass container collecting Snape's tears. It had been so long since The Potions Master had shed a tear that he had not held back or pretended to cling to dignity.

"T-Take them to the pensive." he said struggling to speak.

Harry ensure the container had been safely tucked away into his pocket. He had only taken his eyes off Snape for a moment when the Potions Master suddenly tightened his grip on his shirt.

" .ME!" he demanded as if desperate.

Harry's emerald green eyes met those of sorrowful obsidian. The Potions Master's grip seemed to relax a bit and he leaned back against the wall. All the tension slowly receding from his body.

"You have your mother's eyes." he said softly before seemingly succumbing to his injuries.

Little did the boy who lived know, as Potions Master Severus S. Snape lost consciousness...he saw the images of a sixteen year old girl with dark eyes and a warm smile. The images continued showing her pregnant and happily showing off her wedding and engagement rings.

A bit forward and the images came to the birth of a raven haired baby boy with obsidian eyes and pale skin. The baby boy began to grow rapidly from boy to the teenager whom Snape had left in raging darkness.

Regulus.

His little Prince, had been the last image he saw before he was no more.