Upon reading Gwynevere's letter, Severus immediately wrote a response.
Gwyn, Don't go. I feel the same way. Come back and we'll move away together. Far away from all of this. I hope you get this letter. If I don't hear back from you in 3 days, I'm coming to get you. Love, Severus.
Severus sent the letter. The days passed like an eternity. But on the third day, he waited by the window. With every owl that flew by he felt a thin ray of hope, but was crushed when the bird would take a sudden turn. He didn't eat all day. He just sat at the window. When midnight came and there was no owl, he hurried to get his broomstick. He could be there by morning if he flew all the rest of the night.
He flew off in the darkness. There was an eerie silence that filled the night sky. He prayed the whole time that he wasn't too late. She was there and the two of them would fly away to somewhere far from Voldemort. Where they could be alone and happy. Light started to pour into the East. He was nearly there.
Arriving, he saw the city in ruins. Bodies of muggles thrown about the streets. A few people were seen crouched and sobbing next to their loved one. Severus had to find where all the fighting was taking place. He asked a man passing by.
"Where is everyone?" He asked.
"You don't want to know, Sir." Said the man sounding scared. "The devil has brought the end of the world. You'll be killed."
"I don't care! Where is all the fighting?"
"Two miles North of here. God help you."
Severus mounted his broom again and flew as fast as he could. He managed to find the hideout of the Order. He asked the man in charge. "Where's Gwynevere."
The man looked grave. "Are you Severus?" He asked
Severus knew what the man had to say.
"I'm sorry; we lost a lot of good witches-"
"WHERE IS SHE!!!" He yelled.
The man pointed through a doorway. Snape entered the sight was horrible. The bodies of many people were laid on the floor. Some where beginning to decompose. The smell was horrendous Severus covered his mouth and nose. He turned to see the man had followed him in to the room. "Where?" Said Severus.
The man moved to a corner of the room and knelt down. "She was hit by Avada Kedavra. I'm sorry."
Severus moved closer to her. When he saw her body it was too much. His legs gave and he fell to his knees on the floor next to her. "My God!" He whispered.
"We left her room the same way. Would you like to see it?" The man was trying to be reassuring.
Severus nodded. He stood up to follow him, but stopped and took his coat off. He covered her pale limp body.
Entering her room left Severus in a great state of depression. Her smell of cinnamon and nutmeg still lingered in the air. "Leave me." He said to the man. Alone in her room was nearly enough to make Severus die of a broken heart. He went through the papers on her desk and her drawers. If he could find one thing to remember her bye that would be enough. He sat down on the bed. His hand landed on top of her pillow, but it had something under it. Something hard. It was a book. King Arthur. Taking the book in his hand, and the picture he had in his mind, Severus left the room quietly.
~*~ A/N: well? sorry it was so depressing. It made me depressed writing it. n e way. please review.
Gwyn, Don't go. I feel the same way. Come back and we'll move away together. Far away from all of this. I hope you get this letter. If I don't hear back from you in 3 days, I'm coming to get you. Love, Severus.
Severus sent the letter. The days passed like an eternity. But on the third day, he waited by the window. With every owl that flew by he felt a thin ray of hope, but was crushed when the bird would take a sudden turn. He didn't eat all day. He just sat at the window. When midnight came and there was no owl, he hurried to get his broomstick. He could be there by morning if he flew all the rest of the night.
He flew off in the darkness. There was an eerie silence that filled the night sky. He prayed the whole time that he wasn't too late. She was there and the two of them would fly away to somewhere far from Voldemort. Where they could be alone and happy. Light started to pour into the East. He was nearly there.
Arriving, he saw the city in ruins. Bodies of muggles thrown about the streets. A few people were seen crouched and sobbing next to their loved one. Severus had to find where all the fighting was taking place. He asked a man passing by.
"Where is everyone?" He asked.
"You don't want to know, Sir." Said the man sounding scared. "The devil has brought the end of the world. You'll be killed."
"I don't care! Where is all the fighting?"
"Two miles North of here. God help you."
Severus mounted his broom again and flew as fast as he could. He managed to find the hideout of the Order. He asked the man in charge. "Where's Gwynevere."
The man looked grave. "Are you Severus?" He asked
Severus knew what the man had to say.
"I'm sorry; we lost a lot of good witches-"
"WHERE IS SHE!!!" He yelled.
The man pointed through a doorway. Snape entered the sight was horrible. The bodies of many people were laid on the floor. Some where beginning to decompose. The smell was horrendous Severus covered his mouth and nose. He turned to see the man had followed him in to the room. "Where?" Said Severus.
The man moved to a corner of the room and knelt down. "She was hit by Avada Kedavra. I'm sorry."
Severus moved closer to her. When he saw her body it was too much. His legs gave and he fell to his knees on the floor next to her. "My God!" He whispered.
"We left her room the same way. Would you like to see it?" The man was trying to be reassuring.
Severus nodded. He stood up to follow him, but stopped and took his coat off. He covered her pale limp body.
Entering her room left Severus in a great state of depression. Her smell of cinnamon and nutmeg still lingered in the air. "Leave me." He said to the man. Alone in her room was nearly enough to make Severus die of a broken heart. He went through the papers on her desk and her drawers. If he could find one thing to remember her bye that would be enough. He sat down on the bed. His hand landed on top of her pillow, but it had something under it. Something hard. It was a book. King Arthur. Taking the book in his hand, and the picture he had in his mind, Severus left the room quietly.
~*~ A/N: well? sorry it was so depressing. It made me depressed writing it. n e way. please review.
