End…
Severus kept the pretense of indifference and stared at Harry with an amoral gaze. Voldemort raised his wand and directed it to Harry.
"It's been quite some time since we've last met, Potter," he smirked.
"What of it, old man?" Harry spat back. A commotion stirred about in the line of black cloaks and white masks.
"SILENCE!" the former Riddle shouted and all was tranquil once more, "Now, Severus, retrieve my knife, will you?"
Severus grudgingly slid from Harry's view and strode cautiously towards a small table. He picked up the knife with remorse. If… What if… Dumbledore would kill me… He handed the knife to Voldemort, "Here it is, my Lord."
Harry looked pleadingly at his last hope, wishing desperately that he could communicate to him with his eyes. Snape, please… You can't do this… "Severus…" Harry gasped as a knife plunged into his scar. The man behind him chuckled as his grip on Harry's shoulder tightened.
"You'll be joining your father and mother, Potter," Lucius sneered.
"And to add the finishing touch to this… Avada Kedavra!" Immediately, Severus jumped in front of the limping Harry. Within seconds, a body of black laid motionless in front of a limp boy. Harry's vision blurred and faded in and out. Memories floated about his mind…
"Sleep," Severus said simply.
Harry smiled and allowed his body to collapse on top of Severus.