A/N: This is my first for HP...if you read please review, tell me what you think of it, if I should continue or HALT! :) ...i take good and bad. The first chapters might be short and the story might be a bit scratchy but I'm working on it.

For my story, for now, Professor Snape and Dumbledore both live on.

Obviously I don't own anything or anyone you recognize from the books. Abby and her squad are mine...I don't know what else to say about it so...R&R... :)

Prologue

They say that right before you die, your life should fly past your eyes. You should see images of loved ones, memories of accomplishments and sometimes even memories of things that you haven't yet done that you would have liked to.

As Severus Snape lay there on the ground, blood streaming from a mortal neck wound, his mind was blank. He couldn't feel the pain any longer as he struggled to breath through the blood choking him; he was in a bitter sweet state of numbness. His surroundings began to slowly become less and less focused, everything grew darker and colder, and he could feel death tighten its grip on him. Yet the memories wouldn't come. No images of loved ones came to mind for Snape, his life wasn't even worth enough to bring him peace in death. He had done his job, he hadn't wanted to do more and he hadn't done less. The success of his job was his only achievement. Protect the boy, play spy for the good on the bad and die with the war. Check, check, almost there.

Now that the dark lord was going to be defeated he had nothing left to live for, no one to live for and nothing else to be done. He was finished and it was now time to do something for himself.

He closed his eyes – or thought he did when everything around him became an abyss of darkness – and expected that the next thing he would see when he reopened them would be his mother, with a welcoming, forgiving and understanding smile. That is what he had led his life for. He was ready to die, just a few more seconds and he would be somewhere where he wasn't at odds with everyone around him.

Snape felt the pain which he wasn't supposed to feel. His entire body ached, his arms, his legs, his head, his insides, but by far the pain in his throat was the most excruciating. He tried to swallow but his mouth was too dry. Was he also meant to suffer in death, when death was to save him from all the pain of his life? He dreaded to open his eyes and see where it is he had ended, but from the voices he heard next he knew that it was his destiny to be tortured for the rest of eternity.

"I think I just saw his lids move!" He heard an anxious familiar voice exclaim.

"Bloody hell, you've said as much twelve times today." Came another annoyingly familiar voice, different from the first.

"I'm sure I wasn't imagining it this time." The first voice added frantically.

"What is the meaning of this!" a shrill voice broke the not to hushed whispers between the two. "You two! I've told you that when Professor Snape comes around you would be the first to know! Out!"

Snape tried to open is eyes and barely managed to. Everything in the room blurred together but he noticed the two figures hurrying away from his side. One toped with jet-black hair, the other red.

After all the work he had dedicated himself to, he had still been sent to hell. Was there no mercy in the world?