What really happened the night Snape died?

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Snape POV

"All this long night, when I am on the brink of victory, I have sat here," Said Voldemort, his voice barely louder than a whisper. "Wondering why the Elder Wand refuses to be what it ought to be, refuses to perform as legend says it must perform for it's rightful owner... and I think I have the answer."

I did not speak, for fear that I knew what that answer was.

"Severus, you have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret what must be done. However the Elder Wand cannot properly serve me as I am not it's true owner. It belongs to the wizard who killed it's last owner. As you were the one to kill Albus Dumbledore, it will never truly be mine while you still live."

"My Lord!" I pleaded regardless of the knowledge that it would make no difference.

"Nagini, kill." Voldemort ordered the snake in parseltougne.

I let out a terrible scream as I felt the snakes teeth sink into my neck. I stumbled backwards against the wall, and fell to the floor. The bastard snake attacked my neck a further two times. Apparently once wasn't enough. She then slithered around the dark lord's shoulders and they both vanished.

I could feel the blood quite literally drain from my face. For the first time I fully understood what it was to bleed out. It was more painful than the ridicule that I received when I was a student. I put everything into trying to take Voldemort down everything into protecting my Godson and for what to be seen as two-faced. Now I had nothing but the stale aroma of my own blood.

I could hear whispers and then three figures appeared before me. Mr Potter, Mr Weasley and Miss Granger stared at me with sad eyes. Mr Harry Potter then fell to his knees and crawled over to me, placing his hand over my bleeding neck. His futile attempts to stop the bleeding were somewhat heart warming.

"I... I don't know what to do. How can I help?" He stuttered, allowing his emotions to take over.

I smiled at the distraught boy in front of me. A tear formed in my left eye. "Take it... take it." I urged.

"Quick Hermione. Give me a flask or something." Potter asked Granger. She handed him a vial and Potter brought it to my eye and waited for the tears to roll into it.

I looked the young Gryffindor in the eyes. "You have your mother's eyes." I complimented. I smiled at those beautiful, love-filled eyes. I didn't want to leave those eyes thinking I was the bastard that Voldemort is. "I... I didn't mean for Albus to die. I was only protecting Draco... I had no choice." The boy continued to stare his eyes looking with understanding. "It's okay, sir."

"No, it's not. I'm... sorry." I whispered, as I slipped into unconsciousness.

I am not sure how long I was out, but when I awoke the Gryffindors were gone. Dawn was breaking and the mornings cold air made me long for death. Why it had he had not yet taken me, I didn't know.

I assume at this point the war was over. The silence and the dull atmosphere hanging over Hogwarts was enough to bring even the happiest of people down. I could only hope that Voldemort lost.

A stumbling Lucius Malfoy came into view. Clearly he had been injured, and was looking for a final place to rest.

He stopped a few metres away from me. "Severus. Just the person I was looking for. You are exactly what I need." Lucius said in a twisted tone, before collapsing to ground.

That was certainly odd. I thought to myself. Although I had no idea how curiously odd things would become.

Just when I thought death had finally come to take me, something in the air changed. Lucius Malfoy suddenly appeared before me. My gaze shifted to where he had collapsed, his body still lay where it had fallen. So how was it that he was standing there also?

"Severus. Just the person I was looking for. You are exactly what I need." Malfoy repeated.

"How? Why?" I asked, wondering if I was even speaking English. What on earth was he babbling about?

"I will be the next dark lord, however I cannot do that with out a body. I have unfinished business with my destiny to take Voldemort's place, now that the slimey bastard is dead."

"It not possible! No one has ever done what you are implying."

"Which is precisely why I will be the first and you my lucky friend will be my vessel." Lucius sniggered.

"I am not you're friend, and my loyalty was never to the dark lord."

"It will be traitor. I will be alive once again."

"It would be impossible for you to resurrect yourself with out a willing sacrifice to restore the balance of this world and I never will."

"Stupid man! I don't need you to be the sacrifice, I merely need your body. As also have unfinished business with my worthless, disappointment of a son."

With the little strength I had left slowly scrabbled to my feet, using the wall behind me to hold myself up. I then withdrew my wand and pointed it at the evil soul before me. "You leave Draco alone. Don't you dare go near him!" I warned.

"Don't tell me what I can and cannot do with my own son." Lucius laughed. "He will be my making."

I realised what his plan was for the boy. He planned to make Draco his sacrifice. Over my dead body, I will fight to my dying breath. "Then I will be your undoing." I declared.

"You can't stop me... you can barely even stand."

"I will stop you, even if it kills me."

"Stupid man. Draco is my son, I am his father. He is no concern of yours."

"You may have played a part in conceiving him, but you are not his father. I was there for his first steps, I was there for every fall, through every failure and disappointment. I was the one he cried to in the middle of the night when he returned from your meetings with Voldemort, I was there for every nightmare and I was the one who held him through those painful cries. I raised him... I love him."

Lucius starred at me, as my emotions bleed through. A smile curled from the corner of his mouth. "This is perfect. With the relationship you share with my son it will be easy to break him."

"I will have no part in this!" I screamed the best I could. I was feeling far more faint at that point, but it was to be expected as I should have been dead. My legs gave way and I found myself on the floor again.

"It's almost time." Malfoy stated, with an excited voice. Then started mumbling something I couldn't understand.

"No, I won't let you in. I won't let you hurt Draco. The boy has been through too much already."

"You are on your deathbed, Severus. You can't possibly fight me and win, you foolish man." Lucius then made his way closer to me until he eventually merged his spirit with my body. The coldness of him was bitter, I could feel him trying to take over me.

"I will not let you. You will not succeed!" I screamed, in agony. It felt as though my soul was being stabbed with a thousand needles and then being ripped out of me. "No! You won't hurt him."

"Of course I won't. You will be the one to dish out the beatings he has been deprived of. I can hardly allow the boy to go soft now can I?" Lucius replied from within me.

I could feel my neck healing up, so I knew I was losing. However I refused to be his vessel of torture to Draco.

"Give up old man. You cannot win."

"Nooooo..." As much as I hate to admit when I'm wrong, Lucius was right. He was much too strong and I had no hope of stopping him. I let out another agonising cry, as his spirit took over. I hated myself for not being able to protect Draco from his father. All I could do was try to be there for him the best I can. Although with what was to come, I wouldn't blame the boy if he grew to hate me.

There really are things worse than death.

To Alan Rickman you will always be the man who gave character and a voice to our beloved Severus Snape. Always.

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