Chapter two: Guernica

A/n: I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS, OR THE SONG. OBVIOUSLY………

A/NN: This is a separate story from the first chapter............... each chapter is separate in this story........

Ever since I was young your word is the word that always won.
Worry and wake the ones you love.
A phone call I'd rather not receive.
Please use my body while I sleep.
My lungs are fresh and yours to keep, Kept clean and they will let you breathe.
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind.

Inhale

Exhale

The cold autumn air howled around him. But the chill did not reach him, for he was already frozen. Leaves blew at his feet, while he listened to the eulogy of the greatest wizard to ever live. Minerva, normally so placid and calm, was sobbing softly beside him, tears streaming down her face causing the wise wrinkles to stand out all the more.

The trees around were changing colors, red and orange and yellow. It was dazzling. But he was numb to their beauty. How could he marvel at their brilliance when the most important person in his life was gone?

Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these, so I sat alone and waited out the night.
The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed.
So I'm asking you to shine it on and stick around.

He was a strong Catholic, though no one knew. The greatest wizard to have ever lived was very quiet about his beloved faith. Only those close to him knew. He prayed daily, when alone of course. Not many wizards practiced religion, considering it folly. But not him, he believed in salvation and sacrifice. That was probably what made him so great, what set him apart.

"We commend to almighty God..." The Ministers voice rang in his head, muffled. "Our brother, Albus Dumbledore… We commit his body to the ground."

"Earth to earth…"

inhale, exhale

"Ashes to ashes…."

Inhale, the chilly air freezing his nostrils

"Dusk to dusk…"

His dark eyes stared ahead at the coffin, containing the corpse of his greatest friend.

It could not be.

" May the lord bless him and keep him. The Lord makes his face to shine upon him and be gracious to him."

Minerva sobs loudly beside him.

"The Lord lifts up his countenance upon him..."

He closed his eyes, trying to forget this all together. Saying that it wasn't real.

But it was.

"… and give him peace. Amen."

I'm not writing my goodbyes.

It had happened suddenly. He had died in his sleep, after fighting a long bout with cancer. Cancer, the filthy word rang in his ears, searing the crevices of his mind like a hot iron. Cancer; how he detested the word. Cancer; how he feared it. It had taken the strongest wizard he had known, maliciously. Albus was always triumphant in all of his battles, but the simple over division of cells caused this hero to fall to the ground in a heap. It had destroyed the strongest person in his life, and if for nothing, he wished that he could have been the one to get the disease.

I submit no excuse.
If this is what I have to do I owe you every day I wake?
If I could I would shrink myself and sink through your skin to your blood cells and remove whatever makes you hurt but I am too weak to be your cure.
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind.

The wind howled behind him eerily, blowing his dark hair around his face. He had always been a weak individual. Not like Potter or Weasley. He easily fell victim to mind games. The dark lord suspected this much, and controlled him, using him and toying with him.

In the dark he had stumbled, fallen to the ground in a crumpled heap. He searched the cold empty spaces for some support but had found none from his friends. He thought he was lost. But, then, a hand came through the clearing, a bright light. He grasped it, hoping it friendly. And it was, for the hand belonged to Albus Dumbledore. He had given him a small smile and a reassuring twinkle and walked away. How could such a legend really care for him?

But you see, because of his faith.

Albus also believed in redemption.


Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these, so I sat alone and waited out the night.
You will beat this starting now and you will always be around.
I'm there to monitor your breathing I will watch you while you're sleeping.
I will keep you safe and sound.
Does anybody remember back when you were very young?
Did you ever think that you would be this blessed
?

The sun was setting when they dropped the first shovel of dirt on the mahogany coffin in the ground. It was then that he couldn't take it. He turned and walked hurriedly towards the castle; his home, the home Albus had given him. Tears flooded his eyes, and for the first time, he let them fall freely. He always tried to be strong. But for the first time, he cried like a child, like the scared little boy he really was. The wind blew his robes out from underneath him, and he looked towards the rapidly setting sun, squinting. His refuge and his father figure was dead, his corpse being buried six feet under, and he was running because he couldn't take the silence. He couldn't take the magnifying, alarming silence ringing in his ears. This was probably the last time he would ever say goodbye to his hero, his last time to honor.

But still his legs carried him farther away from the funeral of the greatest wizard to ever have lived; but greater, the most important person to ever impact his life.

But then, Severus was always a selfish man……..

I&(&&

I hate this chapter, I think I could have done better.

Personally I think this Guernica song is the most beautiful song out there, and I wish I could write a story to equally match the beauty of the song, but I couldn't. I struggled with this one. I like to think that snape looks up to Albus, even though we know he would never admit it. Dumbledore is really the only one who has ever given him a second chance.

Review my loved, please, please, please….