Author: GrapeSmshr
Disclaimer: This is pointless
A/N: Without a doubt, all of you are as shocked about the ending as I was... and still am. I started this last night, after finishing the book and then reading some of your fics and seeing things from your perspectives... I decided to add in my own.
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It was inevitable.
He knew that this moment had been swiftly approaching; at least, some version of this moment. No, exact events were tricky to predict. Unstable. Sometimes leading to...
A lone word fell from his lips, a name, sounding both surprisingly foreign and achingly familiar. With that single word, endless obsidian locked onto dulling blue, and the world around them was temporarily muted.
He knew the deal; it was discussed between them often enough. It was dire times, and the stakes were raised a millionfold. This was why their pact was of the utmost importance. In the end, it came down to saving the greatest number of people.
And this was the end.
He could see the hesitation, the uncharacteristic fear in the younger man's eyes, could see the briefest waver of uncertainty... But there was no time for uncertainty now, not when so much hung in the balance, not when those precious beads of time were equivalent to lifeless bodies...
His gaze briefly flickered to Harry, whose immobile form was no doubt fighting to break free in horror and rage. Someday, he thought sadly. Someday Harry would know exactly why the Potions Master did was he was about to do. Why the bitter, pain-hardened man had been entrusted as an ally, why the only act of betrayal was that more time could not be spent on this mortal plane, why he had entrusted Severus Snape with his life... and still continued to do so.
Eyes now settled back to their original subject, ignoring the hateful sneer, focusing just on the midnight black pools, wordlessly giving the man courage to act, courage to perform the deed that both men knew had a possibility of arising.
It was time.
"Severus... please..." he rasped out, and the last flicker of uncertainly vanished, to be replaced with determination. Regret. Sorrow. Understanding.
Unmoving as the wand was slowly pointed at him, he silently braced himself for the pain that he knew wouldn't come. In the end, it really was a matter of life or death. He would rather trade his life than cause more death; the other man knew that as well.
"Avada Kedavra!"
He watched the green sparks hurtle toward him. He always did fancy the color green. It reminded him of--
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Until I have surefire, concrete evidence that what Sev did was an act of brutality for LV, I will keep hope that there were reasons behind his actions. I know a large portion of you will disagree with this, but I just love Sev way too much to believe the worst right now.
Anyway, thank you for reading this; I hope it gave you light into a new perspective, and I hope to read more fics with even more interpretations (even though I'm not in the mood to cry again anytime soon).