Seven Sins of Severus Snape
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
10,791
Reviews:
44
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Anger
Chapter 7 – Anger
The war has finally come to an end for him.
All around him he can hear the sizzle of curses, the explosion of magic and the screams of pain, agony and death. It is just as he imagined it would be. He has fought on in a world of his own, each curse flying from his lips like a script he’s memorized since he was a boy. Bodies fall around him, yet he fights on knowing his fate, since the moment he stepped foot on the chosen battleground. Rubble beneath him is soaked with blood, the stone that had once kept him safe, as a child will now bury him in his death.
He saw it coming, the curse that has brought him to his knees. The sting of the curse is wrapping its way around his body, encasing him in the black shroud his master has unleashed upon them, those left alive and what remains of his followers. He know’s it is his master’s final stand, a last effort to save himself in the face of defeat. The black mark on his forearm that has controlled his life since it was burnt into his skin, has signaled the end.
He kneels, head down, breathing broken and difficult. His hair hangs mattered and soiled in his face, as the blood of those he’s killed drips from his fingertips. He closes his eyes and prays for forgiveness as the crunch of rubble beside his head draws his attention. He doesn’t fight his master’s curse wrapping around his body, as he looks up from the ground. He know’s who it is standing over him because he’s seen this all before.
The boy stands over him, emerald eyes blazing in anger, defeat and fear. His robes are shredded, burnt and scorched to an unrecognizable mess that had once been his uniform. There is victory on the horizon but you cannot see it in this boy’s eyes. He stares into those emerald eyes, unafraid of the emotion shining back at him. The boy’s crying now, tears creating tracks in his dirt smeared face and falling like rain drops down on top of him.
“Please.” He croaks drawing a painful breath from within the constriction of his body now overtaken by the curse slowly killing him. He promised himself he will not beg for his death, but the longer the boy stands there the harder it becomes. The boy shakes his head vehemently, his green eyes shining with fear, pain and that emotion he has waited his entire life to see. He knew it would be hard, more difficult than what the boy has ever faced. He knows this is the moment when what’s left of the boy he fell in love with, becomes the man forever lost in the pain he has created. However he knows it is the only way, and begs again with a weakening resolve. They haven’t long and he has been ready for this moment.
Still shaking, and crying the boy raises his wand, the smoldering tip pointed straight at his heart. He speaks the words, along with the boy helping him every step of the way. They will do this together, even if only one of them will live to remember it. The explosion of pain that rips through his body draws a scream from him and sends him sprawled to the ground, to twist and wreath in agony. It lasts for what seems like forever before it’s gone leaving his body broken, battered and devoid of what little life he has left to hold on to.
From now on he knows what happens, as he watches the boy crumple to the ground beside him, sobs racking his body as his heart breaks. The war has fallen silent around them as he stares at the boy, those shining emerald eyes reminding him so much of his mother and what has brought him here.
In his nightmares his death didn’t feel like this, and he tries to block out the feeling in his own chest as he watches the boy cry for him, and what he has done. When it is all over and he is gone, the boy will be forever in pain. Anger is a sin, no longer his to bear.
The scene plays out around him just as he’d seen in his nightmare. Dumbledore falls to his knees beside him, his name on the man’s lips sounding more painful than he every remembered it being. He ignores it all though and stares into those emerald eyes beside him, his heart lost forever on a boy. Unlike his dreams his last thoughts are of the boy, Harry Potter will forever have been his life, his love, and his death.
Finally he takes his last breath, the boy’s name a ghostly whisper on his lips as death claims a life, and two hearts.
THE END
A/N *dusts off cobwebs from file* Alrighty, you all knew it was going to happen, if you'd read the first chapter of this, and don't say I didn't warn you all about it. Feedback is greatly appreciated, and now that I'm on holiday again I'll hopefully have some updates for you quickly.
Cheers Riffraff
The war has finally come to an end for him.
All around him he can hear the sizzle of curses, the explosion of magic and the screams of pain, agony and death. It is just as he imagined it would be. He has fought on in a world of his own, each curse flying from his lips like a script he’s memorized since he was a boy. Bodies fall around him, yet he fights on knowing his fate, since the moment he stepped foot on the chosen battleground. Rubble beneath him is soaked with blood, the stone that had once kept him safe, as a child will now bury him in his death.
He saw it coming, the curse that has brought him to his knees. The sting of the curse is wrapping its way around his body, encasing him in the black shroud his master has unleashed upon them, those left alive and what remains of his followers. He know’s it is his master’s final stand, a last effort to save himself in the face of defeat. The black mark on his forearm that has controlled his life since it was burnt into his skin, has signaled the end.
He kneels, head down, breathing broken and difficult. His hair hangs mattered and soiled in his face, as the blood of those he’s killed drips from his fingertips. He closes his eyes and prays for forgiveness as the crunch of rubble beside his head draws his attention. He doesn’t fight his master’s curse wrapping around his body, as he looks up from the ground. He know’s who it is standing over him because he’s seen this all before.
The boy stands over him, emerald eyes blazing in anger, defeat and fear. His robes are shredded, burnt and scorched to an unrecognizable mess that had once been his uniform. There is victory on the horizon but you cannot see it in this boy’s eyes. He stares into those emerald eyes, unafraid of the emotion shining back at him. The boy’s crying now, tears creating tracks in his dirt smeared face and falling like rain drops down on top of him.
“Please.” He croaks drawing a painful breath from within the constriction of his body now overtaken by the curse slowly killing him. He promised himself he will not beg for his death, but the longer the boy stands there the harder it becomes. The boy shakes his head vehemently, his green eyes shining with fear, pain and that emotion he has waited his entire life to see. He knew it would be hard, more difficult than what the boy has ever faced. He knows this is the moment when what’s left of the boy he fell in love with, becomes the man forever lost in the pain he has created. However he knows it is the only way, and begs again with a weakening resolve. They haven’t long and he has been ready for this moment.
Still shaking, and crying the boy raises his wand, the smoldering tip pointed straight at his heart. He speaks the words, along with the boy helping him every step of the way. They will do this together, even if only one of them will live to remember it. The explosion of pain that rips through his body draws a scream from him and sends him sprawled to the ground, to twist and wreath in agony. It lasts for what seems like forever before it’s gone leaving his body broken, battered and devoid of what little life he has left to hold on to.
From now on he knows what happens, as he watches the boy crumple to the ground beside him, sobs racking his body as his heart breaks. The war has fallen silent around them as he stares at the boy, those shining emerald eyes reminding him so much of his mother and what has brought him here.
In his nightmares his death didn’t feel like this, and he tries to block out the feeling in his own chest as he watches the boy cry for him, and what he has done. When it is all over and he is gone, the boy will be forever in pain. Anger is a sin, no longer his to bear.
The scene plays out around him just as he’d seen in his nightmare. Dumbledore falls to his knees beside him, his name on the man’s lips sounding more painful than he every remembered it being. He ignores it all though and stares into those emerald eyes beside him, his heart lost forever on a boy. Unlike his dreams his last thoughts are of the boy, Harry Potter will forever have been his life, his love, and his death.
Finally he takes his last breath, the boy’s name a ghostly whisper on his lips as death claims a life, and two hearts.
THE END
A/N *dusts off cobwebs from file* Alrighty, you all knew it was going to happen, if you'd read the first chapter of this, and don't say I didn't warn you all about it. Feedback is greatly appreciated, and now that I'm on holiday again I'll hopefully have some updates for you quickly.
Cheers Riffraff