"Avada Kadavra!" Voldemort screamed. To be thwarted by Snape, hurling himself in front of Harry.

The distraction was all Harry needed. Moments later Voldemort was impaled on Godric Gryffindor's sword.

Hermoine ran towards Snape's body. She froze, surprised by a mist coming from the corpse. It condensed, forming the deceased Potion Master's likeness. The spirit was nude and beautiful, graced with angels wings. The bare arms, free of the dark mark.

Ecstasy flooded Snape's face as a beam of golden light from the sky shone on him.

"Snape! You are...." She gasped as the spirit faded, taken into paradise. "....unbelievable."