Severus Snape played his part at Billy, Dahlia and Dora's funeral. He said the words he needed to forever separate himself from the Auror named Alexander Rouge and soon he would forever part with his childhood fate of being his brother's specter.

Daniel was waiting for him.

They were in the Auror's graveyard. Somewhere among the rows and rows of perfect white markers that glowed deathly pale in the full moonlight was buried Kaiser, Sabine and the boy everyone called Jesse Snape. It seemed somewhat fitting that the ghosts of Severus' past would be laid to rest her.

"Hello, little Prince." Daniel greeted him from his perch on a statue of an angel. He jumped off and drew a sword he had hidden. He rose up and rushed.

Severus merely stepped aside and yanked the sword from the vampire. He swung Daniel about and ran him unto the sword, all the way to the hilt. He felt the cold blood ooze over his hand and he jammed it deeper. He looked down at Daniel. "You killed my family, you demon, I hope that hurts."

Daniel's lolled his head back. He was looking past Severus. "Kill him."

Severus threw Daniel off the sword and swung around. He met the face of his uncle and bowed. "Hello Uncle."

Reiner was staring at him with a hurt look on his eyes. "Severus…please."

"Don't beg, uncle. No man should have something that causes him to beg." Severus walked towards him, sword upraised. "I shall release you."

The deathblow was quick and painless. Reiner stiffened as his hands instinctively went to his wound. He looked at his bloodied hand and with a shake of fear, he fell into his nephew's arms. He reached up to brush the face of his nephew, his son. As his fingers brushed Severus' eye; Reiner died.

The last Snape who would die an Auror's death sank to the floor and collapsed against the grave marker. Severus watched his uncle die and felt his brother release him. Jesse, Kaiser, Sabine, Celeste, Mara and now Reiner; each Snape that had sworn their life to protect the Magical people were now allowed to rest. Severus had released them from their purgatory and in the process, he had released himself.

He was now free to live his own life. His life that promised power, Jacqueline, and finally the chance to be what he determined. He felt the darkness inside of him swell and was amazed he wasn't afraid of it. Instead, he welcomed it.

The Heir of Akel Dama looked up at the full moon and felt the cool night embrace him. He looked down at his reflection in the sword. Reiner's blood had made three lines over his left eye. It seemed fitting somehow that he should wear his past as he wrote out his future.

"Are you ready?"

It was Jacqueline's voice and he nodded. "I'm ready, Jackie."

"Then come, my prince, and follow me to your new Master and journeys you could never imagine."

As Severus took her hand, he was reminded of a Muggle poet, Yeats was his name, and journey he once promised.

Come away, O human child,

To the waters and the wild-

With a fairy hand in hand.

For the world's more full of weeping

More then you can understand…