Chapter 44: Fade To Black
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{"And now my bitter hands...Cradle broken glass...Of what was everything...All the pictures had...All been washed in black...Tattooed everything...All the love gone bad...Turned my world to black...Tattooed all I see...All that I am...All I'll be...Yeah...I know someday you'll have a beautiful life...I know you'll be the sun...In somebody else's sky...But why...Why...Why can't it be...Why can't it be mine..."}Black,Pearl Jam
Unknown Location, Unknown World...
Fading in an out of consciousness, The Headmaster Of Hogwarts Castle found himself looking down at his trembling hands as a figure clad in black approached him. His throat hurt and it was difficult to form the words needed to enable speech. The figure had urged him not to speak but proceeded to assist him as best he could.
The heat that surrounded him as the poison flowed into his veins had been all that he could feel as the figured set to work dulling the pain he could and attempted to get his apparent fever down.
"S-Son." the ailing Headmaster said. "M-My son."
The figure clad in black stopped meeting his eyes and speaking quickly despite the muffled sound of his voice in the wake of the all encompassing heat.
Tears streamed down sallow pale cheeks in reaction to the inevitable death he would endure but it would not be as quick as everyone had anticipated thanks in large part to this poor boy's interference.
His weary mind tried to make sense of how this boy came to be.
His incredibly thin build and anxious hands working with all the skill they could muster to keep him alive despite the rapidly deteriorating condition of his body in the wake of the serpent Nagini's attack.
"Hold on father." said the weary young man who's face had been vastly familiar.
"M-My son." said the drowning voice of Severus Snape as he fought back the currents of blood leaking from his throat.
The boy had managed to heal it but his ability to speak in the wake of the swelling was rendered impossible.
The heat had returned becoming almost unbearable as he drifted back off again feeling the burning sensation of the venom as it destroyed prominent tissues and cells within his broken and battered pale lean body.
"Please father..." pleaded the boy as his dark eyes had been filled with worry. "Just hold on I'll get you somewhere safe...get this poison out of you."
The weary Headmaster attempted to push the boy away only to have him return more determined as he waved his wand over him.
Everything faded to black once more as his conscious mind had left him.
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Unknown Location, Unknown World...
The Headmaster of Hogwarts awakened as he once more found himself in the presence of the weary boy whom had been much too thin to sustain any warmth in the harsh climate that surrounded them.
He had her eyes.
He had his nose.
He had his features.
But most importantly he had her eyes.
Purple had been the color of the flesh on his hand as he reached for the weary boy who's eyes had been filled with tears. He could not speak but the boy could.
"I'm so sorry father." he said unable to get the comprehension of his failure out of his own mind. "I should have been there...I should have been fighting beside you and I would have if it weren't for that cowardly turncoat..."
The ailing wizard knew nothing of what the boy was saying as confusion set in.
"I'm your son." he said meeting the fading wizard's eyes. "I was always your son."
"L-Legillimens." he said speaking the spell that the Headmaster knew all too well.
Rapid visions of a boy taken from a hospital and raised in the bitter cold by a mad brute had been the first of the images he had seen when falling into the weary boy's mind. The ailing wizard expanded the connection and allowed the boy to see into his own mind.
Images of a mad brute beating him and the trials of Hogwarts flooded the shocked young wizard's mind. The wizarding wars past and present had been there in rapid detail. The faces of those whom had wronged him had been just as clear.
The culmination had been the rapid images of a boy similar in looks to the ailing wizard and his mother hidden away in the new world as the war waged in wizarding England.
The weary boy had watched the suffering of the Headmaster unable to assist him further as he succumbed to the injuries that had left him a broken husk.
"M-My son." said the broken voice of Severus Snape amid great agony as numerous tears streamed down his sallow pale cheeks.
"Father." said the helpless boy as the Headmaster passed on without taking his eyes off his apparent son.
A bitter cold seeped into the very being of the young wizard as he crawled from beneath the remote icy cave he had placed the ailing wizard in a bid to protect him.
Severus Snape perished in the icy heart of the mountains far from the world he knew in the wake of the wizarding war. His only comfort had been a strange boy he had never seen before the night at the shrieking shack with eyes like his long suffering muggle wife.
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Wilderness, Unknown Location...
Following the death of his father, the weary young wizard traveled in the darkness of the icy storm that enveloped the mountain. The images of the sorrowful wizard's past had flooded his mind and fueled an almost insatiable desire for vengeance as he continued to move about in the harsh snow climate.
He would seek vengeance for his suffering father and he'd bring the entire wizarding world to it's knees in the process. The image of the black fleshed war hero forever stained in his mind amid the flashes of rage and anguish.
There was a long list of enemies that would see themselves bend the knee in respect to Severus Snape before he had been through.