"I should kill you," was what Severus told Pettigrew. His voice was carefully emotionless, stagnant, still.

Severus had almost envied Pettigrew, fifteen years-ago when the useless, clumsy boy had staggered in to face Black – if only because Pettigrew had thought of it first. Severus would have liked to have done the act itself, to touch his wand point to Black's head and hiss Avada Kedevra – because Severus had more practice in death than Pettigrew did.

But now the wand was digging into Pettigrew's temple. The room was hot, steaming…red.

The Dark Lord was convinced.

The Dark Lord had returned.

Pettigrew was alone and cowering, sniveling and creeping as only a rodent can learn.

"I should kill you," whispered Snape.


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