The Lost Soul of a Death Eater
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I am not making any money, etc, etc.
Summery: It has been revealed Severus was a spy in the past war and now the Death Eaters are out for revenge. The story begins after a long torture session in a graveyard.
Severus Snape lay on the ground barely moving. Blood and sweat matted his greasy hair to his forehead and neck. His right ear was missing and a scar, shaped like a bolt of lightening sliced across is face - through his swollen left eye. The sides of his mouth were bloody and loose teeth rattled as he drew in a shaky breath. His head rested on the muddy ground, his body no longer able to hold it up.
Curled in the foetal position his tattered robes revealed countless scars and imperfections on his body. Soaked with blood it was hard to tell where one scar ended and another began or if his back was just one big scab that would never heal. Severus cradled his left arm with his right even though it was no longer attached to his body. His bare feet twitched, residual presence of the previous curse.
It began to rain heavily and the graveyard was quickly becoming a quagmire. Severus Snapes body lay in the centre of a circle of cloaks and hoods. Feet squashed and bodies shifted uncomfortably in the fresh down pour. Three hours, three hours they had been there and still Severus Snape refuse to die from the pain and humiliation.
One figure was cloaked but had thrown back her hood and the wind whipped her face. She had dark hair and heavy lidded eyes. The woman kicked the body of Severus Snape over and spat on it. Disgusted at his will to live. Defeated by his strength to survive.
She raised her hand.
"Enough," she called into the darkness.
She slowly raised her face from the body to the circle.
"Bring it in."
The circle parted and standing there wreathed in the darkness, was a dementor.
The creature drifted above the mud and filth that was now the graveyard. Towards Severus Snape. The body rose form the ground into the tight hold of the dementor's rotted grip. Serverus's head dropped forward onto his chest and blood dropped out his mouth.
Slowly Severus raised his eyes to the face of inevitability. His soul was about to be sucked out and this was going to be his last memory. The dementor removed its hood. The last thing he ever saw. The dementor lowered its face. His last thought occurred to him as his life flashed past his eyes in a hazy montage. Severus opened his mouth to speak it. The dementor opened its mouth.
But just before the jaws of the creature clamped down on Severus to perform its deadly gift Severus uttered his last ever thought.
"Forgive me"
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a/n: Pleas read and review. Next chapter up in about a week. Thank you
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I am not making any money, etc, etc.
Summery: It has been revealed Severus was a spy in the past war and now the Death Eaters are out for revenge. The story begins after a long torture session in a graveyard.
Severus Snape lay on the ground barely moving. Blood and sweat matted his greasy hair to his forehead and neck. His right ear was missing and a scar, shaped like a bolt of lightening sliced across is face - through his swollen left eye. The sides of his mouth were bloody and loose teeth rattled as he drew in a shaky breath. His head rested on the muddy ground, his body no longer able to hold it up.
Curled in the foetal position his tattered robes revealed countless scars and imperfections on his body. Soaked with blood it was hard to tell where one scar ended and another began or if his back was just one big scab that would never heal. Severus cradled his left arm with his right even though it was no longer attached to his body. His bare feet twitched, residual presence of the previous curse.
It began to rain heavily and the graveyard was quickly becoming a quagmire. Severus Snapes body lay in the centre of a circle of cloaks and hoods. Feet squashed and bodies shifted uncomfortably in the fresh down pour. Three hours, three hours they had been there and still Severus Snape refuse to die from the pain and humiliation.
One figure was cloaked but had thrown back her hood and the wind whipped her face. She had dark hair and heavy lidded eyes. The woman kicked the body of Severus Snape over and spat on it. Disgusted at his will to live. Defeated by his strength to survive.
She raised her hand.
"Enough," she called into the darkness.
She slowly raised her face from the body to the circle.
"Bring it in."
The circle parted and standing there wreathed in the darkness, was a dementor.
The creature drifted above the mud and filth that was now the graveyard. Towards Severus Snape. The body rose form the ground into the tight hold of the dementor's rotted grip. Serverus's head dropped forward onto his chest and blood dropped out his mouth.
Slowly Severus raised his eyes to the face of inevitability. His soul was about to be sucked out and this was going to be his last memory. The dementor removed its hood. The last thing he ever saw. The dementor lowered its face. His last thought occurred to him as his life flashed past his eyes in a hazy montage. Severus opened his mouth to speak it. The dementor opened its mouth.
But just before the jaws of the creature clamped down on Severus to perform its deadly gift Severus uttered his last ever thought.
"Forgive me"
x
a/n: Pleas read and review. Next chapter up in about a week. Thank you