The Lost Soul of a Death Eater chp. 2
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Harry had never been in the East Wing of St Mungos before. He had no wish to return and was glad to have not only Ron and Hermione with him but Remus Lupin and his godfather, Sirius Black. They were going to see his old potions master Severus Snape: and the East Wing was where St Mungos held all the dementors victims.
Harry hung close to the group as they passed blank faced strangers who were alive but who could never again live in the real world. Gone were the memories, their past and personality. The bodies did not even show curiosity as the group of five passed.
It was almost a month since the body of Severus Snape had been found and only a fortnight since they had been sure he would survive, and had known he no longer had a soul.
Harry still felt ill whenever he let his mind linger on the last images of his potions master. Supplied by Florence Lestrange by owl post, after it was clear he was not going to die. Harry remembered being in shock as he saw the punishment undertaken on Severus Snapes body. And the internal fight of his body to survive.
Three hours of torture and humiliation, Severus Snape should have been dead after one with all those wands pointed at him. He should have lost his mind after two. But three hours later he had refused to give up and was still sane of mind, his last words showed that.
"Forgive me."
"What was that?" Sirius asked putting an arm around Harry's shoulder.
"Nothing," Harry mumbled. That was not the first time he had said the final words of Severus Snape aloud with out meaning to. Harry couldn't help it. He wondered who's forgiveness Snape was asking for.
Was he asking forgiveness from Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs from his schooldays? Was it the muggles and wizards he had tortured as a Death Eater? Was it the Death Eaters, themselves, that he had spied on and set up in ambushes? Was it for carrying a grudge cross generation onto Harry himself? Or was Severus asking forgiveness from a divine body that his soul may be saved? What ever the answer was: Harry knew he could never say sorry again and not mean it.
"Number 27, here we are," said Remus as they stopped in front of a white door with a little window cut into it.
"Should we knock?" asked Hermione in a timid voice.
Sirius knocked softly on the door with his knuckles and slowly pushed the heavy door open.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I am not making any money, etc, etc.
Harry had never been in the East Wing of St Mungos before. He had no wish to return and was glad to have not only Ron and Hermione with him but Remus Lupin and his godfather, Sirius Black. They were going to see his old potions master Severus Snape: and the East Wing was where St Mungos held all the dementors victims.
Harry hung close to the group as they passed blank faced strangers who were alive but who could never again live in the real world. Gone were the memories, their past and personality. The bodies did not even show curiosity as the group of five passed.
It was almost a month since the body of Severus Snape had been found and only a fortnight since they had been sure he would survive, and had known he no longer had a soul.
Harry still felt ill whenever he let his mind linger on the last images of his potions master. Supplied by Florence Lestrange by owl post, after it was clear he was not going to die. Harry remembered being in shock as he saw the punishment undertaken on Severus Snapes body. And the internal fight of his body to survive.
Three hours of torture and humiliation, Severus Snape should have been dead after one with all those wands pointed at him. He should have lost his mind after two. But three hours later he had refused to give up and was still sane of mind, his last words showed that.
"Forgive me."
"What was that?" Sirius asked putting an arm around Harry's shoulder.
"Nothing," Harry mumbled. That was not the first time he had said the final words of Severus Snape aloud with out meaning to. Harry couldn't help it. He wondered who's forgiveness Snape was asking for.
Was he asking forgiveness from Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs from his schooldays? Was it the muggles and wizards he had tortured as a Death Eater? Was it the Death Eaters, themselves, that he had spied on and set up in ambushes? Was it for carrying a grudge cross generation onto Harry himself? Or was Severus asking forgiveness from a divine body that his soul may be saved? What ever the answer was: Harry knew he could never say sorry again and not mean it.
"Number 27, here we are," said Remus as they stopped in front of a white door with a little window cut into it.
"Should we knock?" asked Hermione in a timid voice.
Sirius knocked softly on the door with his knuckles and slowly pushed the heavy door open.