A/N Hey people. I know this chapter is really short but it needed to be on its own. The song is called Lay your burden down by Audio Slave.
My shadow stretches
far and free
It's telling me what
I could be Could be
Cause I'm tired
Of looking up
All the time
Professor Snape was stalking down the halls of Hogwarts. If looks could kill, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor would be missing more than just a couple of points.
The face of the potions master was in a perpetual scowl. His thoughts were filled with the face of a child, pale and trembling.
We'll stand
on top of the world
Looking down
We'll stand
Looking down
He felt physically ill. He knew the Dark Lord was insane, but this was just...
Cause I'm tired
Of looking out
For the line
When the Dark Lord was young but just as power hungry, he had made Severus brew potion after potion. Potions that helped with increasing magical reserves, power, intelligence. Had not questioned why no other had taken these same potions before. So he had taken one after another. But there had been a price, a terrible price. Severus still worshipping the Dark Lord at the time, kept giving him the potions. Toxins had built up in Voldemorts system.
Toxins that could not be cured by healers in St. Mungos even if the Dark Lord had not been too paranoid to go to get treatment. These toxins had irreparably damaged certain organs, namely reproductive as well as the liver and kidney, the liver and kidneys were replaceable, but the Dark Lord would never have children. When this had been discovered Severus had been punished. And for the first time in his life Severus Snape looked back on what crimes he had committed and found his conscience, half buried and shiveringin the back of his mind.
Yeah
Is anybody here like me?
Yeah
Even though he had been a potions master, he was unaware of what would happen with all the toxins being mixed in such a short period of time. Severus Snape had thought the Dark Lord indestructible. When he had discovered that the Dark Lord was slowly going insane, he had confessed all to Dumbledore, made one more potion for his old master that had acted as a catalyst causing the straw to break the proverbial camels back.
Can you face the sound
And decide?
The murder of the Neverwinters rested solely on his shoulders. Had he not joined the dark side, Voldemort would have never been driven to such depths for an heir. Rianna Neverwinter, beloved daughter, twin and grandchild would have never seen her world collapse around her. Have her innocence shattered like the fragile glass it was. Grief distorted Snapes features as he stumbled into his chambers. Wracking dry sobs shook his frame as images of countless victims succumbed to his cruelty. Broken hearted screams deafened him, wails of terror, agony, ripped from raw bleeding throats. Dead men and women stared at him with cold sightless eyes. Blood spattered walls, blood coated hands. Severus reached for the fire whiskey that swallowed the anguish. "Just for tonight." Severus whispered pouring himself a glass.
"Let me sleep without nightmares, just once let me wake to a crackling fire, not their wails."
Trying to drown out the sorrow that clouded his soul Severus drained his glass, then the bottle. Seeking the darkness that would take it all away.
We'll stand on top of the world
Looking down
To rise above on our own
Looking down
