Disclaimer: All the characters used in this story are the sole property of J.K Rowling (and some other big company whose name I do not remember. Sorry, no insults intended, just my bad memory). They are not mine. I take credit for the characters' actions and thoughts in this story, though (often used as they are).
This story is the sequel to "By your name", but can be read on it's own.
"I call for you"
The stars shone too brightly.
It had been a beautiful day and now it had became a beautiful night. Too beautiful for what had taken place on this field.
Severus Snape limped slowly among the bodies, turning them around, looking at faces, searching. In the distance he could see other survivors doing the same.
He bent down, fighting back pain, and turned the familiar-looking corpse face-up.
"McNair." He looked around.
"Fletcher, here is another one, dead."
The ex-auror came to him and looked at the body.
"Somebody important?"
"No, it's McNair, just a lackey."
"Oo-kay, I'll put the name on the list. You have to look around in the shelter later, maybe you can identify somebody there. By the way, Miss Granger found Lucius Malfoy. Dead too."
"Good. Has she found Weasley?"
"Not Ron, but we have the twins and Bill going around, too. They're not hurt too badly."
"Any sign of...?"
"No."
"I will keep on searching, then." Severus turned to leave.
"Snape, you're wounded and exhausted. You really should rest. There's not much hope..."
"Don't tell me what to hope!"
Calm down, deep breaths. Screaming has no use.
"Fletcher, what I decide to spend my time on is my own business. There are certainly others who need your help more than I. Go!"
Mundugus Fletcher looked at him for a moment, then nodded and left.
Severus Snape continued his search, not knowing if he should hope or dread finding what he was looking for.
The battle had been crueling. Death Eaters had put out everything they had, showing no mercy. Voldemort's opponents had answered in kind.
But Voldemort had been killed in the end.
Snape looked at his bare forearm again, just to feel the truth of it.
Had been killed by Po.. Harry. And Harry.. Harry was nowhere to be found.
Some said the explosion could have destroyed his body. They had only found burnt remains of what had been the most powerful Dark Wizard in centuries. If he had not been able to protect himself, what hope a boy fresh out of school had?
Snape refused to listen and kept on searching against all hope. But still... Even Albus is sure the best we can find is the body for proper burial.
Sirius Black was half-mad with grief and Remus Lupin divided his time comforting him and helping Madam Pomfrey. And crying for Harry when nobody could see.
Hermione Granger was looking for her soon-to-be-husband (were they not a little young for that?) – along with most of the Weasley family. Except were Artur, who was trying to put up something resembling the order in the Ministery, and Ginny, who was sitting next to heavily wounded Draco.
Snape was sure Granger and Weasleys would search for Harry too, but...
He could not give up. He would never forgive himself if Harry died just because there was nobody to help him. Severus would do anything in his power to prevent that. To prevent the boy from dying.
He did not pause to think why Harry had suddenly become so important for him. There would be time, later. But now...
The stars shone brightly. It was good, because in their light he could see better.
And Severus Snape went on, searching.