AN: Thanks 'LizzieLongbourn11' for suggesting this chapter's character! Please review! I do not own Harry Potter.
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He pleaded. Pleaded to Him that he could find Lily's boy. He could satisfy the Dark Lord's need. He could be the one to deliver his last act.
"My Lord, please. I can find the boy-"
"There is no need, Severus." The slit, red eyes cast upon the tall, sullen man. "The boy always comes to me."
Severus swallowed hard. His dark eyes fixed on the enchanted cage-the cage that held the Dark Lord's most prized possession, Nagini. She hissed softly.
"My problem, you see, Severus, is why can I not wield this?" the Dark Lord asked, slowly raised the wand in his hand.
Snape was puzzled, mistaken. "I-I do not understand, my lord. Can-can you not wield it? I've seen you do extraordinary magic with that wand."
"I have done my usual magic; nothing extraordinary has come from this wand. I am, of course, extraordinary though. I do not find a difference in this wand and the one I received from Ollivander all those years ago."
Snape did not respond to his master. His eyes were only trained on Nagini. The Dark Lord asked if Snape knew why he had called him to the Shrieking Shack in the midst of a battle, a war. Snape said that he wished his master would let him go back to fight. He did not want to be here.
"Potter will come to me," the Dark Lord replied. "My greater concern is when I shall meet him."
"My Lord, there is no question-"
"But there is. Why did both the wands I used against Harry Potter fail?" his voice was silky yet deadly.
"I-I can not answer that, my Lord."
The Dark Lord's eyes scrutinized Snape and with fury asked, "Can't you?"
Snape was pale in fear. "My wand of yew did everything I asked of it. That is, with the exception of killing Harry Potter. It failed. Twice. I took Lucius' wand, but it shattered when met with the boy's. I now had sought the Elder wand. I took it from its previous master's grave-Albus Dumbledore. Yet on the brink of victory, the Elder wand is not what it ought to be. But I believe I have the answer."
Snape's dark eyes widened. He had to get out of here. He had to find the boy. "Please, let me find the boy, my liege."
"Perhaps you know, Severus. You are smart and have been loyal. Although, I regret what must happen in the end," he said, ignoring Snape.
"My Lord?"
"I am not the true master of the Elder Wand. The Elder wand belongs to the one who has killed its previous owner. You have killed Dumbledore. The Elder wand belongs to you, and as long as you live, I can not wield it."
"My Lord!" Snape panicked. He could not be killed. After everything he had done? How? He raised his wand. Looked for a way out.
"There is no other way, Severus. I must be master of that wand. I must kill Potter once and for all." He swiped the Elder wand through the air, and Snape shrank back. Instead of hurting him, the snake's cage spun in the air and Nagini landed gracefully around the Dark Lord's neck.
A hissing sound came from his lips. "Kill."
The snake lunged forward and Snape struggled to get away. He didn't want to die like this-he didn't want to die at the hands of his master like Lily did- and by a snake!
The snake was on top of him in a second and Snape felt the cold, scaly muzzle before pain pierced his neck. He could feel the fangs press down, venom releasing and mixing with blood.
He screamed in fear and pain, could feel the life drain out of him. He tried to lift his hands to pry the snake off of him, but he was too weak. He barely heard his master-no, his killer say emotionless, "I regret it."
The weight of the snake was finally lifted and the fangs slipped out from his neck, causing more pain and a rush of coldness, even though hot red poured from it.
The Dark Lord left and Snape was left there to bleed out, alone. His memories would swirl from his body, untouched. Suddenly he noticed a figure approach. Had somebody come to finish him off?
Glasses. Glasses, untidy hair, and green eyes knelt down besides him. Snape grabbed at the familiar boy's shirt, choked out, "Take it…take…it!" He needed to be cleared. He needed someone to understand all the things he had done.
The boy tore his eyes from Snape's wound. His eyes fixed on the wisps pouring from the older man's eyes and mouth. The boy nodded and a hand went to pick up a silvery wisp. His friend, the smart muggle-born, conjured up a vile-Snape had not seen her come in. He had a right to not have seen her-he was dying after all.
When the boy had collected the memories, filled the vile to the brim, Snape felt his energy drain. Completely.
He had to see the boy's eyes. He needed to be reminded where he was going next.
"Look…at…me…" He said it painfully and nearly whispered it, gripped the boy's shirt with the remaining strength he had left. Black met emerald. A faint smile played on Snape's face.
He was going to see Lily. He was going to see his forever love. He could now say that he protected her son to the fullest.
And he, Severus Snape, would be cleared; seen as a man and not a coward.
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AN: I feel this chapter was okay. Not the greatest, but okay. Due to the limit of how many deaths in the Battle of Hogwarts, I'll take anyone who has been killed in the series too. Please review!