Summary: Snape received a strange bit of post informing him of a sad event. In the wake of it he ponders the memories of a good friend. Post Book 6- MAJOR SPOILERS! One shot.
MAJOR SPOILERS! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ BOOK 6 THEN THIS IS NOT FOR YOU!
(Not like I think that there's even one person who knows what Harry Potter is that hasn't already been told about it but still. It never hurts to warn)
It was happening right now. He knew it.
Albus Dumbledore. His boss, his mentor, his friend… the brilliant wizard and remarkable man was being put to rest.
Even here, in this… dump of a hiding place he had received word. A rather surprising thing to be certain, for nobody knew where this place was. Not even the post owls or the owls that deliver the Prophet would have been able to locate them.
He re-read the piece of parchment that had been earlier delivered into his lap by a well-groomed raven.
Albus' funeral will take place on Hogwarts Grounds this morning at 11AM. Send any further post to MW for prompt delivery.
OOTP
Someone in the Order had sent this. Likely one of the members he had never met. Albus had mentioned them before. No time to worry about it just yet though. They were safe for the moment. There were other things on his mind.
It was 11:30 AM. It was still happening. Somewhere deep inside him a dull pain was making his throat close up. It ached. He swallowed stiffly. Feeling something prickle his eyes as he thought on his memories of the old man. The look in his eyes in that last moment. Such a tired look. Such a forgiving look.
His fist closed tighter around the paper.
Without warning a silent tear made it's way down his face. He made no move to wipe it away as others were soon following.
Albus's wish had been granted. He had secured his place in the Dark Lord's trust.
But at a terrible price.