Chapter Twenty-four: Something Worth Fighting For
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Dragon Lance, even
though there is no more of that in this fanfiction I believe. Also I
don't own the songs "My December" by Linkin Park and "Sound the Bugle"
by Bryan Adams from the movie Spirit (the Disney stallion movie). I
used the lyrics of those songs because, like the last chapter, they
fit so well. And yet again this is not the end! Please come and check
again. thank you.
Severus Snape, ex-Deatheater spy, Professor of Potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sat at his desk in the dank and dusty dungeons lost in thought. Later he could not have told you what he was thinking about. The door leading to his bedroom creaked open. "Are you alright, Severus?" Came a gently concerned question from his ex-werewolf lover. "Did you realize Remus, we both use to be part of something that was a social taboo in its own right. I am an ex-Deatheater; you're an ex- werewolf. Both of us have fled something unheard of to retreat from, neither of us untainted by it, neither of us truly free of it." Remus was use to Severus' dark moods, but this was worse than usual. A single tear slipped unnoticed down the Deatheater's sun-deprived skin. "Sound the bugle now." He whispered. "Play it just for me. As the seasons change remember how I used to be. Now I can't go on. I can't even start. I've got nothing left, just an empty heart." Remus looked worried as he wrapped his arms around the thin man. "You have me, Severus. You'll always have me." The door to the Potions teacher's office was thrown open and three formidable Deatheaters entered, wands raised. "You're coming with us, Traitor. You and your little wolf friend here are going to see answer for your crimes." The two men at the desk had no time to react before they were bound separately with magical ropes. Severus was as one in a dream. His voice was monotone while Remus fought with all his strength. "I'm a soldier, wounded so I must give up the fight. There's nothing more for me. Lead me away. of leave me lying here. So sound the bugle now. Tell them I don't care. There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere. Without a light I fear that I will stumble in the dark, lay right down, decide not to go no." He did stumble then, but more it seemed from a weariness of the soul than of anything else. Still Remus fought, but Severus was led away after leaving a note for his daughter that read, "Be the shining star that I know you can be for good or evil. I will not see you again in this world, but I know you are my daughter." That was the first time he had ever consented to her that she was his daughter. That he cared for her, as a father should for his daughter.
As the Deatheater's led them away a last wintry wind whipped through the rain-laden air. The wind was one that froze the blood and chilled the bone; a true December messenger none lessened by being late. Remus had stopped fighting now. There was nothing he could as his eyes followed Snape. "This is my December. This is my time of the year. This is all so clear. This is my snow-covered home. This is my December. This is me alone." He whispered more to himself than to Severus or anyone else, but his lover heard him. "I just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I've missed. I gave it all away so long ago." They had been transported to a prison room. Bellatrix LeStrange removed her mask. "You are a traitor to the Order, Severus Snape, and now you must pay. You will pay with the blood of your own body and the body of your wolf lover." Bellatrix raised her own wand and cast the Cruciatus Curse herself. Remus' body writhed in more agony and pain than the night Severus had freed him of his werewolf bite. Through the mists of pain, he heard Severus. "And I just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed. And I take back all the things I said to make you feel like that. This is my December. These are my snow-covered dreams. This is me pretending. This is all I need." Severus knew how to end Remus' torment and his life. All he had to do was admit to himself being a traitor and gently accept the death and pain unto himself. He was about to speak the words fore he couldn't watch Remus suffer anymore, when from on high in his soul, from somewhere in the distance, he heard a voice. It was Remus' voice that called from soul to soul. "Remember who you are. If you lose yourself, your courage soon will follow. So be strong tonight. Remember who you are. You're a soldier now, fighting in a battle to be free once more." Severus hadn't realized Remus was dead. He hadn't noticed Bellatrix had ceased the Cruciatus Curse. "Do you admit, Traitor?" she spat the words at him, but Severus looked up at her with renewed strength in his eyes. "I. I'm." "Yes?" she seemed eager and impatient at the same time. "I'm a soldier." He muttered, then amazement left behind a strong conviction. He lifted his eyes to her and cried defiantly. "I'm a soldier now, fighting in a battle to be free once more. And that's worth fighting for! That's worth fighting for!"
A nameless, faceless Deatheater was commanded to kill the traitor Severus Snape. Nothing more was deserving for a traitor. For once in his life, Severus didn't feel hatred toward these people. In the end, it wasn't the Deatheater that killed him. Severus was face to face not with some pitiful human, but with Death himself, nothing less could have freed him from his bondage in life. At the end, he saw an angel of black leaning over him as the Cruciatus Curse shot through his body like lightning. His screams of pain stopped coming as he stared with first horror and then transfixed hope and joy into a blinding light through which came at a gallop a wolf. The wolf was a tawny creature with graying patches that was so familiar to him. He heard Remus whisper in his ear. "It will be alright. The pain will ease soon. Come to me Severus. Come and be with me." The ex- Deatheater wept openly as he held out his hand, the Cruciatus Curse falling from his body like so much water. "This is my December. This is my time of the year. This is my December. This is all so clear. I'd give it all away just to have somewhere to go to. I gave it all away to have someone to come home to."
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Dragon Lance, even
though there is no more of that in this fanfiction I believe. Also I
don't own the songs "My December" by Linkin Park and "Sound the Bugle"
by Bryan Adams from the movie Spirit (the Disney stallion movie). I
used the lyrics of those songs because, like the last chapter, they
fit so well. And yet again this is not the end! Please come and check
again. thank you.
Severus Snape, ex-Deatheater spy, Professor of Potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sat at his desk in the dank and dusty dungeons lost in thought. Later he could not have told you what he was thinking about. The door leading to his bedroom creaked open. "Are you alright, Severus?" Came a gently concerned question from his ex-werewolf lover. "Did you realize Remus, we both use to be part of something that was a social taboo in its own right. I am an ex-Deatheater; you're an ex- werewolf. Both of us have fled something unheard of to retreat from, neither of us untainted by it, neither of us truly free of it." Remus was use to Severus' dark moods, but this was worse than usual. A single tear slipped unnoticed down the Deatheater's sun-deprived skin. "Sound the bugle now." He whispered. "Play it just for me. As the seasons change remember how I used to be. Now I can't go on. I can't even start. I've got nothing left, just an empty heart." Remus looked worried as he wrapped his arms around the thin man. "You have me, Severus. You'll always have me." The door to the Potions teacher's office was thrown open and three formidable Deatheaters entered, wands raised. "You're coming with us, Traitor. You and your little wolf friend here are going to see answer for your crimes." The two men at the desk had no time to react before they were bound separately with magical ropes. Severus was as one in a dream. His voice was monotone while Remus fought with all his strength. "I'm a soldier, wounded so I must give up the fight. There's nothing more for me. Lead me away. of leave me lying here. So sound the bugle now. Tell them I don't care. There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere. Without a light I fear that I will stumble in the dark, lay right down, decide not to go no." He did stumble then, but more it seemed from a weariness of the soul than of anything else. Still Remus fought, but Severus was led away after leaving a note for his daughter that read, "Be the shining star that I know you can be for good or evil. I will not see you again in this world, but I know you are my daughter." That was the first time he had ever consented to her that she was his daughter. That he cared for her, as a father should for his daughter.
As the Deatheater's led them away a last wintry wind whipped through the rain-laden air. The wind was one that froze the blood and chilled the bone; a true December messenger none lessened by being late. Remus had stopped fighting now. There was nothing he could as his eyes followed Snape. "This is my December. This is my time of the year. This is all so clear. This is my snow-covered home. This is my December. This is me alone." He whispered more to himself than to Severus or anyone else, but his lover heard him. "I just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I've missed. I gave it all away so long ago." They had been transported to a prison room. Bellatrix LeStrange removed her mask. "You are a traitor to the Order, Severus Snape, and now you must pay. You will pay with the blood of your own body and the body of your wolf lover." Bellatrix raised her own wand and cast the Cruciatus Curse herself. Remus' body writhed in more agony and pain than the night Severus had freed him of his werewolf bite. Through the mists of pain, he heard Severus. "And I just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed. And I take back all the things I said to make you feel like that. This is my December. These are my snow-covered dreams. This is me pretending. This is all I need." Severus knew how to end Remus' torment and his life. All he had to do was admit to himself being a traitor and gently accept the death and pain unto himself. He was about to speak the words fore he couldn't watch Remus suffer anymore, when from on high in his soul, from somewhere in the distance, he heard a voice. It was Remus' voice that called from soul to soul. "Remember who you are. If you lose yourself, your courage soon will follow. So be strong tonight. Remember who you are. You're a soldier now, fighting in a battle to be free once more." Severus hadn't realized Remus was dead. He hadn't noticed Bellatrix had ceased the Cruciatus Curse. "Do you admit, Traitor?" she spat the words at him, but Severus looked up at her with renewed strength in his eyes. "I. I'm." "Yes?" she seemed eager and impatient at the same time. "I'm a soldier." He muttered, then amazement left behind a strong conviction. He lifted his eyes to her and cried defiantly. "I'm a soldier now, fighting in a battle to be free once more. And that's worth fighting for! That's worth fighting for!"
A nameless, faceless Deatheater was commanded to kill the traitor Severus Snape. Nothing more was deserving for a traitor. For once in his life, Severus didn't feel hatred toward these people. In the end, it wasn't the Deatheater that killed him. Severus was face to face not with some pitiful human, but with Death himself, nothing less could have freed him from his bondage in life. At the end, he saw an angel of black leaning over him as the Cruciatus Curse shot through his body like lightning. His screams of pain stopped coming as he stared with first horror and then transfixed hope and joy into a blinding light through which came at a gallop a wolf. The wolf was a tawny creature with graying patches that was so familiar to him. He heard Remus whisper in his ear. "It will be alright. The pain will ease soon. Come to me Severus. Come and be with me." The ex- Deatheater wept openly as he held out his hand, the Cruciatus Curse falling from his body like so much water. "This is my December. This is my time of the year. This is my December. This is all so clear. I'd give it all away just to have somewhere to go to. I gave it all away to have someone to come home to."
