Well, I've finally updated. And it only took two months this time! sees the readers are not impressed Hehehe...sorry?
Thanks to:
SiriusRulez, MagicalTears, Nika Dawson, Queen Zeppelin, smittyloveshpfic (lol Sorry.), Dark Angel's Blue Fire, Lady K. Malfoy, xxxxParvati-Patilxxxx, picky and paranoid, lady potter7447 (Thanks for pointing out the rating. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Yeah, I got most of my friends to call him Sev. lol), uknown, Marauder Nut, Ore no Naruto, Karlz4, Giuli Miadi Black, Cloudface, faxnessrocks, ladyBlue Wolf, Seamusismyhunny (Wow. Thank you so much! This story is far from finished, I just have an...err...unpredictable update schedule.), SOphia.weasley (I've converted another puppyshipper!!! Muahahahahaha!!! lol An hour? Seriously?), LoveNOThate, X.RazorbladeKiss.X (OG, I can't even begin to count all the times I've woken my parents up with a sqee or a sob. And you're the only one who mentioned Sev being jealous. Ding ding ding! We have a winner!)
Here lies Severus Snape.
Regulus ran his fingers over the words. His best friend was dead. There would be no more nights going over the latest potions they were working on, no more practice duels to keep them sharp, no more late night visits just because. It was all over.
His eyes tried to water, but Regulus had cried too much already. No more tears would come, leaving him with no out for the horrible emptiness Sev had left.
The funeral had only ended an hour ago. It hadn't been anything big, Sev wouldn't have wanted that. There were, instead, a handful of people who stood up to say somthing about the man.
Dumbledore spoke of a man who was braver than most, daily risking his life to protect others. Regulus knew better. Sev was looking for redemption, not to become a hero.
McGonagall spoke, telling the world that Severus had been a good man and how much the world would miss him, but she was wrong. Severus was a great man.
When it came time for him to speak, Regulus stood there, staring at the wooden box his friend, his Sev, would be buried in. It was unfair, and he told them so. Sev was supposed to go on and become the greatest potions master of his time, cure lycanthropy and cancer, be godfather to his and Remus' children should they ever adopt. He was going to be there when Regulus found his first grey hair or patch of wrinkles, maybe crow's feet that he would blame on Sev for making him smile so damn much. The world wouldn't miss Severus Snape, he told the gathered crowd, because the world never knew him. They would never know the treasure forever lost to them, never know the man who was being laid to rest.
Never know the idiot who loved him, even when he knew the affection was not returned.