A/N:Hi again! Here's chappie 3. Hope you enjoy.
A/N2: Sorry if I wasn't clear in the last chapter, when I say that "Snape walked towards the enemy" I mean he's going to Voldemort.
Disclaimer: Don't own zilch. Big suprise. Once you're done being so terribly shocked please enjoy.
Hermione felt her heart stop. What was he doing? She quickly scolded herself for such thoughts, of course he wasn't joining them. But then what was he doing? She willed herself to remain calm. He was just toying with them, that's all.
Severus took his time. He was in no hurry what-so-ever. A little voice inside his head was scolding him, yet again, for being so risky. He was improvising. He'd never really thought that Voldemort would allow him to come back. That idiot! As if he'd ever go there again. He felt like taking his wand out right now and blasting the bastart to the next millenium. But he would give him an answer first.
He stopped only a few feet from the Dark Lord and stared him in the eyes. Those red pitiless doors to the hell that was inside. He knew the dark wizard was confident he would join him. He could tell. But that wasn't what was going to happen. He wouldn't give in again. He would insult him in his own fashion.
He spat at his feet.
Snape could almost hear the collective intake of breath amonst the Death Eaters as he smirked at their leader. Oh how he enjoyed doing that. The feeling he got from it was priceless.
"If you ever thought, for even a second, that I would go back to serving you, then you're an even bigger fool than I thought. And you're were high enough to begin with."
He was sure he could smell the anger coming off the said-fool. He was playing with his life and he knew it. But it was worth it just to see the look and Malfoy Senior's face.
"You're asking for death!" the man yelled. Snape smirked.
"Only yours." He said, barely above a whisper, just loud enough so he could hear him. If Lucious was angry before it was nothing compared to now. Before anyone could process what had just happened the was a red flash of light that came out of Malfoy's wand and blasted toward Severus. The spell bounced off his shielding-charm and the battle began.
In years to come, those who had taken part in thelegendary second Voldemort war will mostly all describe in the same simple way: chaos, utter chaos. No one knew where anyone else was. No one knew what was going on. The only thing anyone could know is who they were fighting and even then, it was hard to tell through the numerous spells flying everywhere.
Hermione was fighting fiercly with a hooded Death Eater. A minute ago she was a nervous wreck, but now she was runing on pure adrenaline. She expertedly launched spell upon spell at her attacker and dodged just as many. Just as things were starting to look up for her, another enemy came up from behind her and hit her with the cruciatus curse.
Every inch of her body was burning, knives were cutting into her skin, every one of her bones was breaking apart. She couldn't think anymore, couldn't scream, couldn't breathe. All that existed was the pain taking over her.
All of a sudden, it left, as fast as it had come, it was gone. Quickly remembering where she was, Hermione shot her eyes open and looked behind her. Her attacker was still there but before she could wonder why he had stopped he fell forward, dead. The other thing she noticed was that it was quiet. There were no more people yelling curses everywhere. She gasped as she realized what happened.
She quickly got up and looked around. Everywhere, Death Eaters were falling, all of them dead. She searched frantically through the crowds for Severus and when she found him, her breath cought in her throat.
He was still standing. His eyes were wide open in suprise, or fear, or both. But he wasn't seeing anything. Flashes from his life as a Death Eater werespeeding before his eyes. Memories of every horrible and evil thing he'd ever done. Flashes of what others had done, of all the torture and pain so many people had gone through.
Hermione watched, just like everyone else, horrified. He stood there for a long time until he fell to his knees and screamed, his head in his hand. It was a scream that would remain in the memory of every present person all their lives. It was utter fear, desperation, anger and loss.
Before anyone could react or even move, he fell to the ground and didn't get back up.