Timing is Everything

Timing, in the wizarding world, is a very complex thing. A wizard can be a Master in Spells and still lose in a duel, if timing is against him. Even, if only for a second, he ponders, or withholds to calculate, he has become a risk to himself. Time is magic in itself.And time was slowly slipping away from Severus Snape; he continued to hold his breath, as Potter collected the memories.

It was only a matter of time before the Dark Lord came to the conclusion that the Elder Wand resided in Severus’s care; and although Severus knew the wand in question was infact in Potter’s hands, Voldemort did not. Severus had become a target. Severus, may have taught a bunch of dunderheads, but he was far from being one. He had predicted the Dark Lord’s plan and was ready with a plan of his own. This Potion Master, was a master of calculation, planning, and timing...or so he thought.

Severus’s brows drew together, as he watched the golden trio at his ‘twin’s’ side. He could feel the potion becoming weaker and instantly cursed Potter. They had collected the bloody memories, what were they waiting for?

Hermione stared down at the lifeless potion master and felt her bottom lip tremble. She knew she should be somewhat relieved. The man had been a downright git to her over the years, a bully to anyone outside the Slytherin house, and a traitor to the Order. But to be joyful of death, would only make her more like a Deatheater.

They all seemed to grasp this concept, as they looked down at their dead professor.

“Bloody Hell,” Ron muttered, before getting up and crawling through the hole in the wall.

“Come on Harry,” Hermione croaked. Her voice sounded weak, even to herself, and it made her stomach turn, as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She squeezed Harry’s shoulder gently before following Ron.

Harry glanced from the vial in his hand, to the potion master on the ground. Just when he thought those black orbs couldn’t get any deeper, they became bottomless with death. The Shrieking Shack gave a strong shake and dust seeped from the ceiling. There was nothing more he could do here. There was a war to finish. Harry clenched his jaw, pivoted around, and followed his friends.

The moment Harry turned his back, the potion had run it’s course and Severus Snape stood in the far corner of the room, with dust sprinkled on his shoulders.

The retreating footsteps of the Bloody Gryfindor Trio finally died away, and Severus allowed himself a moment to closed his eyes. He inhaled the musky air, as he wielded his mind to concentrate, he wasn’t out of danger yet.

In less than thirty seconds the Poly Juice Potion would also run it’s course, and in thirty seconds he would have an injured, pissed off Lucius Malfoy on his hands. Severus smirked every so slightly. He might have forgotten to mention the possibility of having a near-death experience.

‘Opps’

TBC

A/N-

I know this chapter is super short =P I'm having a bit of difficult start. The Next Chapter will be longer, I Promise.

This is my first fanfic, and I’m in need of a Betta (I’m sure you’ve realized this -sigh-)

Summary’s are appreciated, I love to be critiqued. =)