TITLE: Death of Innocence
PAIRING: Snarry
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Although the situations are repeated, those who can change lives.
WARNINGS: Character death
Note: This fanfic was written for the first contest fanfiction Mariacarla on its website at http://www.damaverde.net
October 31, 1981
"Severus, you are finally here! Hours are you waiting for! " The Potions Master
young friend gave him a cold smile, while carelessly relied on her black, wet, foggy night, a house elf.
"Evan, you knew that the batch was preparing Veritaserum that could not be ready before that."
"Well, now you're here ... we should hurry, if you do not want to miss all the fun!"
Looking around curiously as he was escorted to the feast, Severus raised an eyebrow to decorations and flashy decorations which were proudly displayed in the hall. "I see Augustus got this party going. "
" Certainly, you were expecting? Only the best home Rookwood! I also heard that the Dark Lord will make his appearance before the party ends ... "A shiver ran down
the back of Severus. One thing was working for the Dark, but appreciate his company was something quite different. He could not understand how men like Lucius Malfoy Augustus Rookwood, and stand the arrogance of man. People like Walden McNair or Rastaban Lestrange, Evan Rosier, or even the same, well, I could understand it. Those were not an ounce of pride, and probably even less brain. And then there were those like him, proud and aware of their value, but without the means to assert themselves. For Snape, Avery's, the Wilkes, and all those like them, the Dark Lord was a unique opportunity to improve their position in a static and conservative society like that of the magical world.
Immersed as he was in his thoughts, Severus found himself almost without realizing it to shake the hand of the owner, Augustus Rookwood.
"Augustus, a magnificent party. Nobody could hold nothing better. "
" Thank you Severus. Thanks for coming, I know you have many commitments ... " Rookwood tone betrayed just how little assess the commitments of Severus, who ignored the insult and just smiled a fake smile as the words of his host. "Who will be your lady for the evening?"
"Yes, Severus, who will?" They reached the metallic voice of Malfoy from behind the Potions Master.
"Ask your future in-law, Lucius."
"Bella? Bella got to do that? "
" How that got to do? "Asked a voice warm and deep which made them turn sideways. Bellatrix Lestrange, gorgeous body and subtle movements of predator, approached the three, sliding his hands along Severus's chest, to embrace the neck to do with sensual. "The dear Severus agreed to come to the feast as my companion. They are not beautiful in the suit that I got, cousins? "
" Actually yes "was the answer of Augustus, and was sincere. Bellatrix was beautiful, dangerous and ruthless in a way that attracts them all. Not even the Dark Lord was immune to his charms. "And what did you do with Rodolphus? He did not bother to see you as a couple with Severus? "
" Oh, I do not think ... I think it's here with his sister by Antonin ... Anyway, everyone knows that does not risk anything with dear Severus. I'm not man enough to turn his desire, n'est pas cousin? "
Severus nodded, raising a corner of his mouth in a wry smile. "Actually Bella, I would be thrilled with a Potter easier than any woman."
"After tonight, Severus, I doubt you will remain in the Potter infatuation."
The Potions Master did not have time to ask for explanations. A silence filled with expectation fell between the present and following the eyes of those around him Severus found himself staring at a tall, dark brown to break into the room. The features elegant, high cheekbones, the graceful gait ... everything led by Lord Voldemort one of the handsomest men that Severus had ever seen. Yet something in his eyes urging him not to trust, to withdraw as if the Dark Lord had a fire ready to burn.
"Dear friends," Lord Voldemort he began, "Tonight is Halloween. A festival of masks and terror, according to the Muggles ... and why not celebrate it as was their custom? " a buzz arose in the room. It was strange to hear such words from the mouth of the Dark.
"Silence, let me speak" and the buzz ceased in a moment. "As I said, this will be an evening of masks ..." following the example of Bellatrix Lestrange and some other well-known for being the favorites of the Dark Lord, all covered their faces with the featureless white mask them united as followers of Voldemort. "Very well. And now, it's time to arrange the fear ... "
The doors were flung open, and a man dressed in black in a white mask entered followed by two magicians dirty, bloody, tattered clothes and glues.
"Ah, Mulciber" the Dark Lord took him, "thanks for your punctuality. Let's see ... Benjamin Fenwick Caradoc Dearborn and ... perfect as a start. The Ministry of tomorrow will have two Aurors less, I'm afraid. Their rods? "
" Break, my Lord. "
" Good. Pithing "the spell directly to the two Aurors freed them from the grasp of Imperius, leaving speasati for a moment, and then paralyzed with fear to realize that they were unarmed in a house full of Death Eaters.
"What get the party started, gentlemen. Crucio! "And the Curse of the Dark Lord, who dropped to the ground screaming and Dearborn, one of the best Aurors the Ministry, hell broke loose in the room. While playing with the Dark Lord Dearborn, others took turns in torturing Fenwick, and when Voldemort is tired of the game and went to the buffet, other Death Eaters took his place. Severus did not understand. Launching a Cruciatus unconvinced to a Dearborn in convulsions, he wondered what the purpose of it all. Was really worth it to kill these people? To torture like that? They had done wrong after all? Would not it be easier to keep them prisoners of Imperius, make them work for them from within the Ministry?
"It's simple, Severus. This is more fun. "
Raising in an instant all his mental barriers and calling each term Occlumazia he possessed, the Potions Master turned to the man who was studying to make thoughtful, forgetful of the glass of wine in one hand he held carelessly. "You could be anything you want, Severus. You would have the power to be. You would have the brains to make that power even more dangerous. You could be more powerful than Dumbledore that mad. You might be like, maybe more than me ... "
Voldemort Severus was staring with eyes wide open. "My Lord!"
"But you never will be. You can kill as many people as you want, you can torture them twice, you can exercise with your poison potions ... but deep down you're always innocent. This will prevent you from ever being the leader, to drive these people. "With a contemptuous gesture, Voldemort pointed his servants, and Severus for a moment lost in the surreal Benjy Fenwick, a Slytherin like him, one who had been his friend before he became a Aurora, which now lay like a broken doll in a circle of Death Eaters who forgot their toy, they spoke quietly of this and that, occasionally throwing a curse inattentive to the body dying at their feet.
"You're an innocent man, Severus. I'll be in the eyes. "
Without having time to reply, or even to think of the words of the Dark Lord, Severus saw him turn away and run towards the center of the room, where he attracted the attention of his and followers in a pleased voice announced: "And now, my dear friends, the real fun of the evening ... Rookwood, Avery, Dolohov, Rosier ... Take those deemed appropriate and go to Hogsmeade. I want my brand shines on each house before the night is over! "A chorus of assents and enthusiastic voices greeted the words of the Dark Lord.
"I have not finished!" Silence. "Pettigrew, Bella, Nott, Lestrange ... and Snape. With me. We have to do a little visit ... at Godric's Hollow. "
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October 31, 1997
"Severus, you are finally here! Hours are waiting for you! "
Bassino A seventeen year old and thin that will catapult him was one of the last things that Severus had expected to find in the back in his apartment after a day's work.
"brat. Did you know full well that the task of that delay your friend Longbottom I could not correct it before it "
" Hey! Do not speak ill of Neville! "
" I'm talking about evil, I'm just honest! "
A half-hearted fist on the arm and an irritated snort were the only answer I got, before they found themselves staring at huge emerald green eyes full of promises and words unsaid.
"You are unbearable, Severus."
"I agree with parts and affection, Mr. Potter."
"Affection? You? Who are you and what have you done with my Potions Professor? "
" Potter, "raising his eyes to heaven," was just a saying! Now I know what the hell are you doing in my room? "
A faint redness and satisfied expression covered the face of Harry. The same expression just before the Gryffindor had groped one of his stupid rash adventures, Severus noted with some 'apprehension.
"Harry?"
soft lips covered her for a moment, then whispered: "I love you, Severus. I know that we can not tell anyone until the war is over and you will not be a spy, but I love you and are willing to wait. "
" Harry ... "
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October 31, 1998
"Severus, you are finally here! Hours are you waiting for! "
Looking casually carved five pumpkins floating around the head of the Dean, each singing a different song pirate, Severus replied," Albus, you knew that the batch Skelegrow I was preparing for the Infirmary could not be ready before so "
" Sure, sure ... Severus, I do not know how the Order could have done without you in recent months. You have been invaluable! "
" I did what I had to "
" Su, up, do not try to ignore your merits, my friend ... "
Without waiting for a response from the Potions Master, the Dean went off in a flurry of pink and fluorescent yellow, eager to welcome the other guests of the Ball improvised. Severus tried to bring in one corner of the room, to escape the light of candles, decoration striking, and the voices of hundreds of wizards and witches gathered to celebrate the final defeat of the magician who had held them in fear for more than twenty years. Unfortunately, his attempt failed when a witch short hair and a bright green stopped him putting a hand on his shoulder, in a friendly gesture.
"Snape, what are you doing? Do not toast the death of You-Know-Who? "
to fix Tonks with cold eyes, the ex-Death Eater did not answer.
"Well, are not you happy? The Ministry recognized you as an agent for Dumbledore, your brand has disappeared ... you are free as air, which is not to celebrate? "The tone
slow and marked where the professor replied with what seemed to be explaining something to a child very, very stupid," A man is died today. I do not see how this could be a cause for celebration "Severus reached
A voice from behind, cold and affilata come un coltello: "Forse abbiamo fatto male a giudicarti innocente così in fretta Severus... Un membro dell'Ordine non piangerebbe la morte di Voldemort, questo è poco ma sicuro."
"Non piango la morte di nessuno, Moody. E non stavo certo parlando del Signore Oscuro"
"E di chi allora, Death Eater?"
"Death Eater, sì. E l'unico che sembra ricordare che questa mattina a Hogsmeade il Signore Oscuro non se n'è andato da solo"
Un'espressione irata coprì il volto dell'ex-Auror, che puntò un dito ammonitore verso il Professor: "Do not shoot the boy in this matter, Snape," Moody whispered.
"I have no time for such nonsense. I said only this morning Potter died at the hands of Voldemort. I do not think a day for celebrating "
" Harry died to free us! Harry does not want the piangessimo! You have no right even to pronounce his name, Snape! "
But the Potions Master had already moved away, disappearing into the crowd to the door of the Great Hall.
dancing was wonderful. Despite the short notice, the elves of Hogwarts had exceeded their own, decorating the room even better the other years, giving it a fairy tale atmosphere. The euphoria of victory had seized all. Jokes, laughter, hugs, all these things filled the air, old enmities and grudges were forgotten, new links between people who were born until the day before would not even addressed the greeting. The Dean was beaming, the professors looked calm the students have fun without worries, even Aurors and Order members seemed relaxed and ready to joke. Everything was perfect, the right way to celebrate the end of a nightmare.
At first no one paid any attention to the spectrum that fluttered in the air, trying desperately to the Dean. Some even pointed the finger, laughing at the funny way in which his head continued to fall, dangling from his neck crazy. When someone noticed what he was screaming, and worried expression on his face, the laughter stopped. Silence descended on the room slowly, and when he finally managed to find Sir Nicholas Dean, he could hear a pin drop.
"Death Eaters, Dean. Death Eaters at the gates! "
The silence lasted for a few seconds and then exploded in a cacophony of voices fear and surprise. Nobody cared to Preside over the manner in which he tried to calm the angry mob.
"SILENCE!" Noise finally stopped, all too surprised tone of Albus, dry as a slap and just as effective in getting rid hysteria. Everyone turned toward the back of the room, with his back to the entry to fasten the Dean and listen to his words. "We're perfectly safe here, my friends. The only one who could break down the barriers of Hogwarts was the same as Voldemort. His Death Eaters do not have the necessary power. With Voldemort defeated, the only way in which Hogwarts might fall would be taken from "
" But we must do something! We can not leave if they are out there! "
" Yes, "Dumbledore nodded in hear the remarks of Vice, Minerva McGonagall, who was at his side. "First I need the help of the Heads of the four houses, to strengthen and expand the barriers of the Castle."
from opposite corners of the room, two figures moved to the Dean and Head of Gryffindor, all eyes upon them. Pomona Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff, was the first to reach the President and the Vice, a few seconds before the arrival of Filius Flitwick, Head of Ravenclaw.
The three professors and the Dean looked around, searching through the crowd the face of the head of Slytherin.
"Severus?" Albus called with angry voice. No
response.
"Severus?" More worried. A creak
broke the silence, and the faces of the Dean and Minerva, the only ones who were not with your back to the entrance of the Great Hall, grew pale at a time.
"Here I am, Albus"
The crowd thronged the Great Hall of Hogwarts as one man turned toward the massive wooden doors of the Hall. Behind one of the doors, slightly ajar, he saw a tall man wrapped in a heavy coat as black as night. The black dress was lost in the darkness of the hall, stand out only by the pallor of long, slender hands and face thin, cold and severe.
stillness on the general surprise and incomprehension, Severus took a few steps measured, to be inside the room, visible to all present. Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared lost while the potions master loose cloak with precise movements, like the ticking of a clock, let the garment fall to the ground. All saw that the mantle and that it had hidden his clothes were those of the servants of Voldemort, but no one seemed to understand the relationship. Not even the sight of the twelve-inch polished ebony wand of Severus awoke a real reaction, while the man raised his arm pointing straight ahead. The only one who seemed to realize what was happening was an old man down and limp, with her hair in disarray and a glass eye staring in the wrong direction.
"Throw the wand, Snape!"
The only answer he got was a wrinkling of thin lips, and then ... "Avada Kedavra" curse
was no screaming or shouting, it was hissing, uttered with hatred, anger, or even the satisfaction of revenge. 'Avada Kedavra', as they say 'Good morning' or 'Good evening', and Alastor Moody's body went limp on the polished floor of the Hall.
Chaos broke out in a second, tens of dozens of chopsticks rising to point to the apparently mad professor. In that same second, as of their own accord, the doors of the room swung open, revealing neat rows of figures in black, with all the rods already extracted and focused towards the occupants of the room.
It was a real battle. Wizards and witches of Hogwarts had not expected anything like this, while the Death Eaters had planned the raid since that morning when, after the terrible news of the death of their Lord, the traitor had returned and had offered their revenge and power on a silver platter.
did not take long, they were just to put an effective resistance, and there were few casualties among the ranks of Death Eaters. The laughter of the vulgar Walden, who worked with a knife on a third-year Ravenclaw, the cold and mocking tone of Lucius who watched the blood bubbling from the lips of the son who had dared to betray him to devote himself to the light, looking bored Theodore made sure that not to be enemies alive behind ... all these things and followed Severus finally approaching the last corner of the room, the last two people who still resisted.
"reductio" A curse
performed with perfect technique, by the book. Committed to parry attacks by Avery, Minerva had not even noticed that his colleague was approaching, and certainly had not had time to react. Aimed at the head, let the spell of Vice just a lifeless body, crashed into the ground, his back to a room angle, neck broken, and a mass of bloody bones and brain mixed with thick hair that made her so proud.
"Minerva," the strangled cry of an old, intense blue eyes fixed on the corpse of a friend, without a glimmer of understanding. Albus turned slowly to what he believed to be a friend, who had protected, for which he had guaranteed, which had given the second chance that the rest of the wizarding world would never have wanted to give.
"Reducto." Merciful in the Nothing word, no quick death as Minerva. The Dean screamed at seeing his leg explode, feeling bone fragments fly out and ferirgli face.
"Why, Severus?" The Curse
hangs on the lips of the Potions Master, his voice faltered a moment. No more than one time, though. Advancing to the Dean, walking indifferent on the bodies of his fallen comrades, Severus pointed his wand again and again threw the curse.
reductio. Dean's hand and wand merged forever into a indistinguishable mess.
"Why ? Repeated, as if the words of Severus were the only thing that he could still put everything in place. "Severus ... Severus, I've always done everything I could for you! Tell me why you're doing this! "
The professor paused for a moment, nodded slowly, and scan a name:" Harry. "
Dean's eyes were still wide open, understanding how to be affected by lightning, a green light when it turned out the little life left in the old.
"Harry, Severus? Harry Potter? "
Severus turned, shrugging as if to dismiss a thought uncomfortable. He paused to look at the woman in front of him. Less than thirty years had passed, but how changed! The shiny hair and ringlets were now exhausted and dull, a fine network of wrinkles surrounding the eyes and mouth, and once full and shapely figure was dry and hungry. Yet, despite the residue left from Azkaban, Bellatrix retained much of its beauty, the graceful way in which he moved, in the glow of his eyes blacks in the bitter and sensual curve of her smile. And perhaps, strangely, after the death of the Dark Lord she was the only one able to understand.
"Harry Potter, yes. I told you so, cousin, I would love a potter before a woman. " something in the tone of indifference in which Severus had spoken made it impossible to laugh at his jokes.
"Why Dumbledore? Because ... "no words to describe the carnage around them, Bellatrix opened her hands to show the rest of the room.
"Somebody had to pay."
gaze of the woman made him feel like a lab rat, studied from every point of view, to steal some strange mystery.
"Why them? It is our Lord who killed him "
One click, a lightning movement, Severus and towered over the woman, one hand clinging in his hair, fixing it with a look that something was missing, a look on that Bellatrix had seen even though he could not understand where.
"No, Bellatrix. Not Voldemort, Voldemort ever. The Dark Lord has spoken the last words of the curse, those who stopped his heart. But everyone knew that Voldemort wanted to kill him. Voldemort has never lied, not on this. What I wonder is: Why was a kid in front of the most powerful magician of our era? What? Who sent him to slaughter knowing full well that the boy was not ready? Who has not listened to my warnings, my prayers? WHO? "
With an abrupt gesture, Severus left her go and walked away a step, treading on without noticing the remains of a man who for years had loved as a father. Looking at the features tormented eyes now shut down and now driven by uncontrollable rage, the naturalness with which the man was walking side by side with death, Bellatrix finally remembered the red eyes that had seen that look for the last thirty ' years, and knew what was missing in Severus. Lord Voldemort had never feared the power and cunning of Severus, knowing it would always be kept under control by the bite of his humanity. There were no more brakes now, though.
kneeling sui cadaveri, la strega si portò un angolo della veste di Severus alle labbra.
"Mio Signore."
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