Chapter 14
Severus Snape does not need to be a Seer to know what is happening.
They're losing and nothing could save them from doing otherwise. It makes the entire War ironic knowing that there will be a winning side that really has no competition. After all they are the 'Good Side' and good wills always prevail. Despite the fact that the concept of 'Good' varies to the power in control.
Snape decided on a whim to be on the Good Side. Then on another whim to be the villains in the story; it is a role that Severus Snape is very good at.
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Fenrir Greyback is nothing more than an uncivilized savage. Attacking people without a wand and only the use of his hands and teeth. It would an OK picture if he wasn't in human form when attacking these people. But then again the man is a werewolf and maybe all werewolves abhor to such things.
Severus Snape will admit that it is quite entertaining to see this savage attack Potter. The brutal savage lunging at the tense figure of a seventeen year old boy. It is even more entertaining to see the poison attack Greyback as his eye sockets burst out blood and his flesh cave in on his body. The howl and scream is more than Severus can take however so he occupies himself with not being hit by an opposing Auror.
What surprises the seemingly stable Severus Snape is when he comes face to face with Alastor 'Mad- Eye' Moody.
To be honest he had held hope that the old man would be dead. Yet the old man is there limping with agility that even Severus Snape can't seem to muster. Bending his wand hand right at Severus and snapping his arm in the now recognizable Silent Avada Kedrava.
Only the green flash doesn't actually hit Severus. Instead he can feel a body go thump right behind him. The long silver blonde hair hitting the back of Severus' robes.
"Constant Vigilance Snape!"
What an odd old man.
But then, everyone is odd these days.
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There's an Auror right in front of him. Severus Snape doesn't know where his wand is. It fell when he tripped over a body he didn't bother to identify.
Young and determined looking the wand is right in aim of his chest.
The light this time isn't green, but a fading out black.
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Chapter 15
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When thought is restored to Snape he cannot believe the pain he feels in his aching bones. It bothers him because no one should feel arthritis when they die. It's like an unspoken agreement one makes with Death.
Yet sitting up is hard because Severus has a bad back at the present time.
After about two hours of trying to get up without breaking his back Severus Snape surveys the chaos around him.
Bodies that haven't been picked up and broken reminisce of either wands or some other form of wood.
Severus Snape is trying to think of where in the world this place is. Not near Muggles no, but somewhere.
His head is aching and he thinks that he hit it hard when he fell down.
The sky is clear and without any fog. Smog. Disgusting pollution.
Ah, so not England to be sure.
Severus Snape always though he was a mass pile of bones. But he never thought that those bones could have weighed him down as they are now. It's dancing devils on his hip which feels as if it had been dug into.
He's staring at his feet when he walks into the black soot of something. He has no idea what it could be but is going to assume by the white teeth in the charred soot it was that Snake that the Dark Lord insisted on keeping.
Thank Merlin, its finally dead. It always did creep out Severus when the Dark Lord would talk to it or show any acknowledgment that should've been for humans.
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Potter isn't around to gloat over his dead.
Not that the noble Gryffindor would. After all that's more of a Slytherin thing to do anyways.
The boy is probably in the Hospital Wing crying his heart out because he never thought it would come to this. Either that or he's angsting away in typical teenage fashion that this would never be over.
'This' what is it?
Severus Snape doesn't know and doesn't even bother in pretending to care.
So he'll do what he did the last time.
Just go around and look at the identities of the bodies and see if he can match them to a memory. It's a sick game but one that will calm him down nonetheless.
He can find Longbottom no problem. Junior not Senior after all didn't the insane one die in the attack against St. Mungo's. Bellatrix is not very far along and Severus can't help but hope that the boy gave her something to be afraid of. He finds only two Weasley's. The girl and one of the twins.
The girl was to be the future wife of Harry Potter. The boy is the twin of a set of brothers that were to give laughter to a society that will sorely need it in the oncoming years.
How sad this world is.
But Severus Snape still doesn't care.
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Epilogue
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The cell smells like the dungeons did. It reminds Severus that he's always been in a prison. Whether or not it was Hogwarts or his parents house it was his servitude to the Dark Lord.
This prison makes him less angry and more nostalgic than all the others. Maybe because it is to determine his fate… which will only take a matter of moments.
When the Aurors come and lead him to where a bunch of people sit in rows against the walls Severus Snape remembers that he has his pride. That was something that no one was able to steal away from him.
So when the Minister for Magic stands up and asks Snape what he would have him do. Severus Snape says
"I am Guilty. I know no shame."
How sad that such a thing may be true.
The babble breaks out and somehow along the way it is determined there will be no trial for a guilty man.
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It only takes a few meals before it is set up.
The wood and plank…
A noose worthy of a Death Eater.
It is situated in Hogsmeade and Severus knows that's because it will serve as a warning to any rogue Death Eaters that are planning more attacks.
Black Onyx says to just fuck it and get this thing over with.
Severus Snape bows his head as an Olympian would for a gold metal. Only his metal isn't gold and it certainly won't win him any esteem. No it's a metal that he's only worked haphazardly to get.
When he lifts his head and stares over the masses of head that catcall stare stonily back Severus Snape can't quite say that he's regretted anything in his life.
Except The Boy.
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Harry Potter is as meddling as both of his parents. Standing up at the podium and making the entire crowd hush and think.
"…Snape is a man who made decisions based on the fact that he was a Slytherin. The prejudice that lives in this World has made it so that he had no choice but to become sullen and forced into making choices not based on what he really wanted.
I speak of him like this because I love him. I, another person who has had every reason to hate the man who killed Albus Dumbledore and who helped in the death of my parents… I am willing to love this man because he's never known anything but hate…"
Severus Snape hates excessive babbling.
So he just steps off the podium knowing with a smirk that the fall would break his neck.