Dumbledore was standing there, seemingly hurt by something or he would have taken down the Death eaters himself. He could see the doubt on Draco's face and he knew Draco couldn't do it and where is that damn Potter.
"Severus please" The soft words of Dumbledore reached his ears with deafening pain. They had talked about this scenario. They never could agree about this and now the moment was there. What should I do. The only thing he could think of was what he had been practicing for months and never got it totally right.
"Avada Kedavra" He said without trying to mean it and waving his wand and doing Stupefy at the same time with wandless magic. Again it went wrong like so many times before. A large jolt of energy came from his wand hitting Dumbledore right in the chest. It would have done much if they had been on the ground but the energy threw Dumbledore of the roof making him plumed to the ground. Killing him on impact.
Severus stared at the spot where Dumbledore fell over the edge. His friend, his mentor the only one who believed in him. He had killed him. The other Death eaters saying something pushed him into action. He had to make them leave or the students wouldn't survive when they took over the castle.
"Aurors are coming we have to run or we will be overpowered by them" He heard himself say. Somehow they believed him and they quickly ran down. He had to push Draco in front of him down the stairs through the hall and onto the grounds. That's where Potter suddenly showed up.
"Run" was all he called after Draco and the others and turned around to face Potter.
He could never explain what happened to Dumbledore but all he could do was giving him the last hints that he had given Potter with handing him his own potion book he had used when he was 16. Potter didn't know it and he would be to proud to accept the help he wanted to give him for defeating the Dark Lord. Potter needed to succeed. The conversation he couldn't remember that well anymore he only remembered that he yelled somewhere he was the Half Blood Prince.
Now here he was sitting, drinking and crying in front of the blazing fire that somehow couldn't warm him from the inside. No one would ever see him like this weak and miserable. Having feelings at all.
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