When nothing goes as planned

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When nothing goes as planned


Prologue

I looked the door with apprehension as she was opening. I observed Scrimgeour taking place, trying to find something in his expression that could tell me what the verdict was. But I couldn’t read a things, my mind was in too much a mess. What were they going to do with me? Did everything as gone as Albus planned it? Everything was going too rapidly for me since last week. Hell, since two years ago!

Everything as begun with the vow I made to Narcissa. This fucking vow! I still do not understand how I could not see it coming! After that, it has been from worst to worst. My incapability to tell Albus about the vow, because of said vow. The old man coming to me after hurting himself in his quest for the Horcruxes. The irony of me discovering, after having looked at his hand that I could not heal him. I could just slow the death I could not stop it. His answer to learning his impeding death was not what I waited for. Well, this take care of a problem he said. I did not, I still don’t know how at this day, but the old buffoon had known about the vow all along. He guided me, pushed me, in the right direction to make Voldemort think everything was going as planned, sure that his death would happen before it come down to the vow. It never happened this way…

Like everything in my life, it took a turn for the worst. I hated him with all my heart when I found myself face to face with him that night on the astronomy tower.

« We’ve got a problem Snape. The boy doesn’t seem able…

« I’m so sorry, it didn’t go as planned my boy. » Dumbledore said in my head.

I was rapidly searching for a way out of this. Refusing to do what was expected of me.

« Severus…» He said.

« There is none, I’m sorry but you have to do it» he added silently. « You’re…»

«I can’t»

« Yes you can! You must do this. You have to stay alive, it is you that Harry will need when he is going to face him…

I hated him for even mentioning the brat.

« Severus I’m dying…more rapidly now… do it! »

«No! »

« Don’t be a coward! Do it! »

I advanced on him, pushing Malefoy out of the way. I was angry with him, there was no cowardice in…Yes, I realized. I was a coward. I was afraid of not being able to live with it after.

« Severus…please »

And then I did it! I don’t remember much of that night after this moment. I know that Potter and I had an altercation in the park. I know that I have been attacked by the hippogriff…I still have the cicatrices…But for the detail I don’t remember a thing. I was in a haze, my mind repeating the same thing after and after: I killed him.

The next two years has been horrible at the best. The Dark Lord was persuaded that Drago would fail, he had not wished for me to kill Dumbledore, he wanted this honor for himself. My implication is something he had made me pay for tree long months. It seems it served to something anyhow, it served to severe the last shred keeping Draco on his side. Draco became Potter spy and he is now currently sitting between him and Granger. Ironic isn’t! What I found the most amusing for my part is the fact that he is going to marry her in couples of months. A double wedding with Pansy Parkinson (who became spy too) and the Weasley boy! How Albus would have loved seeing this!

The war has come to an abrupt end last week, when Potter, his now four side-kick, the D.A and the Order of the Phoenix charged the hiding place of the dark lord. The fight lasted all night. The first rays of the sun could be seen when Potter and Malefoy finally cornered Voldemort, Bellatrix and me in the throne room. I killed Nagini at once when a saw them enter. Bellatrix charged on me screeching like a banshee, Voldemort screaming order at her to kill me. Draco ordering Potter to move, because the boy was staying there under the fire of Voldemort, looking at me like he had lost his mind. The annoying brat finally woke up and started firing too, Draco protecting him as he could. Bellatrix and I moved around the room, firing jinx at one another. Draco fall happened at the same time than Bellatrix. My first reflex was to go to the boy but ours eyes joined and he looked in the direction of Voldemort, trying to tell me something. I looked and understood immediately. The dark lord as his back to me and was too occupied with Potter to have the time to react… So I charged. I fired the killing curst and…

Nothing happened; apart that Voldemort turned his wand on me. His red eyes glaring at me angrily. I looked at Potter, who was looking at me and for the first time in our lives we were thinking the same thing: What the fuck is this now!


It was just after that, that I fell to the ground, touched by a jinx that knocked me out.

I woke up a week later in St Mungo’s hospital. Potter with a hospital gown in the bed next to mine, playing chess with the Weasley. Granger was sitting on a chair between the two beds, reading a book (evidently). Malefoy was sleeping in the crook of his arms who was on…MY BED! Parkinson was leaning on the frame of the window looking out side. She turned her head in my direction, forsaking her window gazing one second and saw that I was awake. She screamed… a lot. I was a bit exasperated by the joy that were demonstrating my two Slytherins. If it was not for the unsure look on the face of the Gryffondor I would have think a was still asleep and doing a bad dream. When they finally calmed down, Draco announced me that Voldemort was death and that Flitwick has explained to them why I really killed Dumbledore. After that I looked all three Gryffindor, Granger smiled tentatively, Weasley did something weird with his mouth after Pansy gave him a nudge in the ribs and Potter glared at me. I closed my eyes with a small grin; all was as well as it could be.
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When I last awoke, it was dark outside. I came to pass my hand on my face to chase away to much sleep…but she never got there. I was tie to my bed.

«This is the bad new» announced Potter with a deceptive smile. « You’re not out of trouble Snape»

« Not yet» added Drago with a glare in his direction.

«Severus Snape» started Scrimgeour pulling me out of my thoughts. « In the face of the evidence received during this audience. I named the pensive testimony of Albus Dumbledore, the testimony of Filius Flitwick and the relating of the death of You-Know-Who by Harry Potter and Draco Malefoy, the Wizengammot declare you to be innocent of the murder with premeditation of Albus Dumbledore. We also declare you innocent of the crime that you may have perpetrate during your work as a spy for Dumbledore»

I let go of the breath I was not even aware I was keeping.

«But…»

That was not good!

« Even with the testimony cited before, your case stay one… a bit shadowy and some of us are not at ease with the idea of you going in all liberty»

There was a murmur behind me, where Draco and the others haves took place.

« We decided, after much reflexion, that you would be on probation. For the next five years you are not allowed to quit the country, you will have to come one time a week here at the ministry to meet your probation agent. This agent will have the right to make some surprise visit to you, to be sure that you have become an honest citizen. Alas, the last condition to your liberty is that you retake your job as the potions master of Hogwarts…»

No! I do not want to go back there. Too many memories there… No!

« As The headmistress McGonagall accepted to vouch for you…»

Minerva? Why? She never understood how I could. She never pardoned me. Why?
Did she know I do not want to go back? Could it be by vengeance?

« Every infringement to the conditions of your liberty could lead you to Azkaban. Do you Severus Snape accept these conditions? »

Never a question seemed so hard to answer. But taking a deep breath I answered any way.

«Yes»