Sorrows, Anger, Redemption, Love

Disclaimer: I don't own diddly

A/n: Rufus doesn't become Minister cuz I think he's as stupid as Fudge

An owl swooped through the air and dropped a letter on Snape's plate. He sighed. What now? He opened it and read.

Dear Mr. Snape,

We are saddend to inform you that your younger sister, Serenity died last night as a result of a Deatheater attack on her home.

Our deepest condolences,

Rufus Scrimgeour

Auror Office

Snape stared at the letter, his hands shook. His baby sister was dead. From far away he heard voices.

"Severus, Severus are you all right." it was Dumbledore. He looked at him and a tear ran down his face. Dumbledore was worried.

"Severus, what's wrong?" Dumbledore said. He swallowed.

"Serenity." he said and handed the leteer to the Headmaster. He read it and looked up at Severus. He put a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh Severus, I'm so sor..." he didn't want to hear it. Before Dumbledore finished the sentence, he fled the hall at a run. Dumbledore looked dumbstruck.

"What is it Albus?" Remus Lupin asked.

"His little sister, Serenity was killed by Deatheaters last night."

"Serenity's dead?" Lupin said. Dumbledore nodded solemly. "Oh my god."

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Severus ran out onto the grounds to the lake. He collapsed on the small dock at the edge and broke into tears. He'd promised his mother to protect Serenity on her deathbed and he broke it. His dear, sweet sister was gone. He couldn't stand it. He looked into the water. This had been her favorate spot to sit when she was a student. She'd sit her all day on the weekends in the summer doing homework or hanging out with her friends or him. He couldn't stand it. She was the only one who'd ever loved him besides his mother. His father had hated him. His sweet little sister had always been there, always comfortred him, always loved him, even when he'd accepted the Mark. She was the one who had convinced him to go to Dumbledore, when spying became too hard she'd always help him. Anger now coursed through his body like wildfire. Voldemort. Voldemort had done this. Everything Voldemort had done had brought him to this moment. Voldemort had to die. No rational thoughts penetrated through his anger. He was like a wolf. He wanted to tear Voldemort to shreds. He stood up. Revenge. That was all he wanted. He walked towards the gates to disapperate. Voldemort and the others would not live through the night if he'd have any say about it. They would pay. Never mess with a Snape.