Sorry for the morbid- ness it just seemed appropriate. The writing is supposed to be disjointed; these are the last moments of Minerva's life.
PG-13
The time had come. The rain poured in sheets as she gazed absently out onto the grounds of Hogwarts. His time had come, their time had come, her time had come. The fire, the passion to fight back was gone. It had been extinguished the day he had left, to join them. He had been lost to them, those sons of bitches that killed the children, who killed Albus, who killed him. The Deatheaters were maniacal creatures; they did not deserve to be called human. He was never to return, never to caress her lips with is own, never to place a comforting arm around her shoulder, never to love her again. Professor Snape was gone, Snape, Severus, her love, gone, forever.
It had all happened so fast. Too fast, after all no one was expecting Voldemort back so soon, and with such a vengeance. Severus had left three days after her return from St. Mungo's. Those three days before he left were the most wonderful of her life, but they were only three days, not enough time to show him her love, not enough time. Long had she thought of him as her colleague and friend, but it took Umbridge to drive them together. They were thrown into a whirlwind of emotion, one which she still could not comprehend. She was lost without him, lost and alone.
The day passed slowly, the rain fell in sheets now, and she knew they would be here soon. But when she died, she would finally be with him. They would be able to be together forever, nothing would ever, ever keep them from each other. There was a rumbling of noises down the hall, and she knew it was them. It seemed so ironic to her, that a Gryffindor and Slytherin could fall so deep in love. So deep that it did not feel like love at all, but rather like an unbreakable bond, an earth-shattering trust. She could not survive without him, he was her other half, without him she could not live.
The noises outside grew louder and as the door fell inward she knew it was the end. The end of days, Voldemort would win… The figure that entered she did not recognize, and as he approached her, she gasped. It was impossible; there was no way he could have escaped. As his name formed on her lips, she found it impossible to breathe. "Severus…" As he moved toward her, he crushed her into a bruising kiss. "Minerva… my love…" As their eyes locked the Death Eaters walked in. "You led them here?" she asked through tears of joy and anger mixed with the taste of Snape still upon her lips. "I had no choice…" As he held her, the death eaters' wands pointed at them she looked up at him one last time. "You promised to come back…" A flash of light nearly blinded them as they looked toward the wands "I did my love… I am here, always" As she drew her dying breath she glanced at his fallen frame, and whispered "Always".