A/N: Ok, this gets really gruesome at the end so if you can't even stand the thought of blood, don't read this chapter and I'll have a PG rated overview next chapter. You could read the first part though. I would like to thank the very beautiful and gifted Callie for input into this chapter. Once more, all the characters and whatnot belong to J.K Rowling. I'm only making a plot with relationships that will never happen. Comments and critiques are greatly enjoyed and needed. Enjoy. Roses

Dark clouds are smouldering into red

While down the craters morning burns.

The dying soldier shifts his head

To watch the glory that returns:

He lifts his fingers toward the skies

Where holy brightness breaks in flame;

Radiance reflected in his eyes,

And on his lips a whispered name.

You'd think, to hear some people talk,

That lads go West with sobs and curses,

And sullen faces white as chalk,

Hankering for wreaths and tombs and hearses.

But they've been taught the way to do it

Like Christian soldiers; not with haste

And shuddering groans; but passing through it

With due regard for decent taste.

"How To Die" Siegfried Sassoon

Chapter 3

Severus awoke with a start, cold sweat running down from his greasy hair and onto his throbbing temples. He had just had the strangest dream…but it couldn't be. As if there was someone else there he shook his head. He looked down to his long spindly fingers that were clutching to the graying cloth on his bed. He released them quickly and stood up, his gray robes falling neatly down his legs. Quickly Severus grabbed a black cloak and draped it over his shoulders. He rubbed the back of his neck irritably and headed to the bathroom, torch in hand. He quickly looked to the item on the shelf before he left. Good. It hadn't changed colors. Minerva was safe. He continued walking down the dark corridor and entered the Slytherin Common Room. Draco Malfoy had fallen asleep on the couch, his mouth hanging open awkwardly. Snape rolled his eyes. Why must this child constantly wear the high water teddy bear pajamas?! He shook his head and looked around. Pansy Parkinson was lying on the floor in a heap. Snape raised an eyebrow. Crabbe and Goyle were together in a chair, their massive heaps falling over the sides of it as they clung to each other. Snape laughed a bit, he couldn't help it. Draco stirred and jumped up quickly as he saw Snape. Snape wondered what he could possibly look like in his drab pajamas compared to Draco's too small colorful ones,

"Proffesor sir!"

Snape idly waved a hand at the boy and he relaxed slightly.

"Tell me, Draco, why do you always wear those pajamas?"

Draco began to switch from foot to foot as if on hot coals muttering jumbled words together.

"Well…my mom…since I was little…to small…doesn't care."

Snape smirked at him and looked to the other Slytherins.

"What happened here…?"

Snape noticed several opened and empty butterbeer bottles scattered haphazardly around the dormitory.

"Well…it was Pansy's birthday…we decided to have a party and stay down here tonight…"

Malfoy looked over his shoulders to the girl lying on the floor. Snape smirked. He had done the same thing many years ago only it was for this boy's father.

"Well, I understand. Just clean it all up tomorrow ok?"

Malfoy nodded, quickly looked around, cupped a hand to his moth and whispered,

"How's the plan with the Dark Lord going?"

Snape was taken aback. He had not spoken a word to Minerva or Albus about…

"Let me guess. Your father?"

Malfoy nodded.

"Well, Malfoy, you can tell your father that all is going well."

Snape looked down at the boy who was obviously thinking things over. Malfoy looked up and nodded. Snape turned around, heading for the exit and turned around remembering what he was going to do earlier.

"Malfoy, for the Dark Lord's sake, get some new pajamas."

Malfoy blushed and Snape exited.

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Minerva awoke in pain. She didn't need reminding of why she hurt. She took a painful gulp and looked up at the ceiling. Somehow this room seemed familiar but she couldn't remember where from. She flipped over onto her side, coughing up spit mixed with lots of blood. Her breathing was becoming shallower and shallower; she would die soon from lack of oxygen she was certain. Nagini stirred and began to circle around her. She looked to the corner, seeing Bellatrix, her long black hair falling in clumps over her cold dark eyes. It was amazing how much she looked like her cousin, Sirius. However, Sirius at least had some warmth to his gaze. Bellatrix jerked noticing that Minerva had very well indeed woken up. Minerva's eyes rolled back in pain as she let out a low breath. Bellatrix sauntered over, her stilettos almost grating into the floor. Minerva looked up to her.

"T…To…To…Tom."

Bellatrix crouched down, her skirt sliding up a bit on her thighs the ripped parts falling neatly. Her robe hems slumped to the floor in a heap.

"The Dark Lord is not present at the moment. He'll be here soon I assure you,"

She sneered,

", Professor."

Minerva moaned and looked down to her awkwardly splayed legs. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes and she looked away her hands clenching in fists. She felt so much anger right now, so much hatred. Why her? She shuddered involuntarily, bile rising up into her mouth and her eyes rolling backwards. She flipped over, the pain almost deafening and vomited a mass amount of blood; she whimpered and raised her hands to her neck, pressing them firmly against it. Somewhere Bellatrix was saying something but she couldn't hear it correctly. She covered her ears screaming in agony.

"…knew all."

Minerva shuddered again, more blood rising into her throat as she coughed it up. Bellatrix simply laughed, pulled out her wand, and pointed it directly down at Minerva's hand. Minerva, still whimpering and tears flooding over her closed eyelids didn't notice. Forcefully and brutally Bellatrix thrust the wand downwards and into the middle of Minerva's hand. Minerva's eyes widened in pain as the wand struck her soft smooth flesh and seared through the other side. She lowered her hand, the wand still intact. She twisted her hand around one hundred eighty degrees looking at the piece of wood halfway through it. Her brows furrowed as she tried to move her fingers. They didn't even budge. Minerva screamed once more, blood filling her throat. Bellatrix laughed yanking the wand out, blood spraying over the floor from Minerva's wounded hand. Minerva screamed silently as Bellatrix drove the wand once more into Minerva's opposing hand.

"That,"

Bellatrix twisted the wand as Minerva cringed.

"Is for,"

Another turn.

"Everything!"

Bellatrix twisted the wand again twice.

"SEVERUS!"

Minerva screamed before she once more coughed up more blood. She shuddered, rolling over onto her back gazing at the ceiling. Where was this place? She knew she had seen it before but where? Minerva never would've guessed this would have been her last thought but somehow as the last breath left her it was indeed the last one. She could've sworn she heard a scream but she shrugged it off. A figure with a bright light behind his head came over her eyes as she was lifted up.

"Everything will be alright Minerva…"

With that, she let go of everything and for once felt at peace.

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