Betrayal
Disclaimer: All materials belong to J. K. Rowling.
Contains HBP spoilers.
The mark still burned on his left arm when he entered the room. The night's events still spun dangerously around in his head; the blue eyes still bore down upon him, the green still blinding him and the castle, like the master it treasured, fading forever in the distance.
The room was light only with candles. From the tiny flickers of light, he saw everything to be in green, the signature green of Slytherin. Had it all started there? If he had been put in any other house, would he now be where he is? Lost.
Kneeling before his master, he tried desperately to clear his mind, but the blue and green created a whirlpool of emotion. He kept his eyes on the ground, not wanting to be caught in his game when he had already cheated several times to win; but he had lost, maybe not the game, but his reason to play it.
"Severus." The voice called from the shadows in front of him. He looked up, and as far as he knew, passed the test.
"Did everything go according to plan?"
His voice was cold, much unlike the warm voice of Albus Dumbledore. But even thinking his name was forbidden; the memory had to be forgotten. The twinkle had gone out forever at the hand of his wand, but even death leaves strings of attachment.
"Yes." He said, keeping the emotion out of his voice. "Albus Dumbledore is dead."
The End
AN: Something I wrote to make the block go away and I am deeply troubled by Snape's actions. This is my denial. He can't be all that bad, can he?