James Lee
Inside the great hall was a scream of terror and hate. His left arm was black and burned and his face dripped in blood, his face was scarlet red and his eyes were glaring with fire. On his back his cloak was torn and blood surfaced where he knelt. On his knees he screamed swears and yelled franticly yearning for revenge. His voice sounded hoarse and mustered because of the blood he spat every time he bellowed with hate. He took long deep breaths after every word. His chest was searing with pain. His head ached and his mind raved with madness.
"Coward… Bastard… I'll… Kill… You… Arghh…" He yelled with all his might.
How was he to forget that his life was stripping away one by one by a single man? The bastard he referred to sold his parents life. The coward he referred to watched Sirius die merciless. The revenge within Harry's torn and bleeding heart showed only hate to the Half-blood prince. The coward, bastard and murderer that haunted Harry's life. The night that Dumbledore was brilliantly murdered after his long journey still sustains in Harry's nightmares. And now he witnessed the death of brave Proudfoot.
Harry glanced at the image of a coward standing in the light, illuminating his deadly features. When Harry opened his mouth to scream threats, the Half-Blood Prince spoke for the first time that night.
"It is sad I didn't have the privilege of murdering the imbecile of a man, he was. You know, your father threatened and taunted me out of glee. If at all I ever look back at what I have accomplished, being part of the murder of your father was my most acknowledgeable accomplishment ever.
I would have wanted more than anything to hear your father squeal for mercy. And it's a shame such a pretty mud-blood had to die, too." The prince said with pride and evil.
"Fuck you… You bastard… How dare you… I swear… On my parent's grave… I'll… murder you…" Harry said with tears rolling down his face realizing how hopeless he was, "I'll kill you."
"Sirius was a fool, a worthless piece of scum. If Bellatrix had not indeed murder him I would have taken the opportunity. Lupin wasn't much of a threat but he did annoy me with his smell and his disgusting habits…" Said the Prince, "Harry Potter, you are unfortunately lucky the Dark Lord has plans for you. Or I would have indeed destroyed the rest of the Potter scum off the face of the Earth."
"Arghhhhh…" Harry said spitting on the bottom of The Prince's robe knowing he was at the verge of death.
The look of the Prince changed from a glorious grin to an angry glare. He gritted his teeth and raises his wand.
"Think of your friends, Harry… You wouldn't want them to suffer for your defiant ignorance. Would you"
Total darkness and total silence was all that came from Harry.
The Great Hall was torn apart, windows were shattered, portraits were destroyed. Doorknobs were left with no doors and the four long house table were nothing more than twigs. There Snape sat in Dumbledore's seat of the long table. Time and time the air blew against the broken shards creating musical notes. Like a symphony it grew louder whenever the wind blew as hard as it could. Snape was waiting. After his fearsome dual with the boy who lived, the blood remained splattered on the floor. It gave out an odor of mixed sweat and the ocean. Snape looked at a broken shard of glass and looked and saw his own face. At the moment, and at that very second. He saw it disappear because he knew, for the crimes he committed, he would soon have to face judgment.