There was no escape now. No matter where he turned there was no way to avoid the pain. Lucius would not let him go, but if he make it back, Remus would probably kill him this time for leaving.

All he wanted to do was hide away from the world, he wanted to leave it all behind, but it wouldn't leave him alone. It was always one thing or another that he had to do.

Severus locked the door to the room. He couldn't stand to see anyone. He had managed to slip past Lucius' wards, but there was no telling how long it was till they showed up at his home. Yes, his home, the dark one that so few knew about, the one with the blood stain of the wall from the deaths inside the walls.

Sighing he leaned against the wall and traced the stain as if tracing the pattern of a blissful day dream, and not the spatter from his fathers body. Not the putrid almost black ooze that ran through the veins of a person making them live.

He remembered the feeling of horror when he saw his fathers chest ripped open and the blood pouring out. He could never remember who grabbed him and pulled him away, he could only remember the feeling of not pulling his eyes away.

He had missed his childhood home. No one knew where it was, or what had happened in it's walls. The ghosts of the past always loved the house, even when he was little.

The ache in his arm reminded him that he was still injured and should be resting, not finger painting with dried blood.

He stood up and slowly made his way to the room that was his, the bed covered with dust and old tears. He lay down on top and curled up. He didn't want to dream, didn't want to think about what they would do to him, but he was too tired to keep his eyes open to the waking world.

The darkness seemed to come from no ware and soon he was in a dark place. A small light seemed to glow from the corner. It never seemed to get any closer or brighter no matter what he did to try and catch it. It almost seemed to hurt if he got to close. He wanted to catch it for all he was worth. The pure essence of light, the peace and comfort he had been looking for since he was little. All he had ever wanted or dreamed of seemed to be in that light, but the light wouldn't come to him.

He opened his eyes slowly. He could feel someone coming closer, the wards going off like mad. They were still a few minutes off.

Looking around he didn't want them to find him. He looked in his room for something that could help him escape from the pain that was bound to come form the person who was coming, whether it be Remus or Lucius.

A small bottle caught his eye. The purple and gold shimmering in the room, it seemed untouched by the time that had passed. Even without testing it, he knew the contents of the bottle. Purple was the colour of death, a bottle that was purple contained what the very colour meant, death. A poison, one that would work quickly, the gold told him that much, gold was the best, the strongest.

He couldn't do it again, he couldn't go back to either of the two and allow them to continue. Maybe if he was reincarnated he would have a better life, after all his current one couldn't get much worse. He opened the cap and drank the contents. He had just enough time to make it to his bed. Laying there he looked across the room to one of his only happy memories. The picture was of him and his parents, before the fights and the deaths. Maybe he could have a whole life like that picture, or at least he could wish for one. Which is just what he did with his last breath.

Dumbledore and Poppy walked in. This was the last place that they expected to find him, and they did not expect to find him in the way they did. His eyes open and staring off, his breathing stopped and his skin paler then before.

"Oh, god." Poppy just shook her head. "If only we had come sooner, we could have saved him. He didn't need to die. We would have stopped them from hurting him." Poppy nodded her head in agreement as she closed his eyes.

Although the funeral was held the next day no one really wanted to go. None of them really wanted to admit that he was gone.

The pain had stopped and he had finally found his light.

Owari