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Bring Back the Bastard Day 30
The round hilltop is dwarfed by the surrounding craggy mountains, yet the wind lashes over it’s crest just as fiercely. Two figures are buffeted by the force. One, standing amidst his billowing silver robes, with long grey hair whipping around his face, holds his wand at the other; a dark, crouched figure who falls to his knees. The elder gentleman would have looked like a vulnerable old man except that the fierceness in his eyes, and the firmness of his stance give the impression of a staunch warrior. The younger man, in contrast, is diminished by his posture. A thin, yet imposing face is turned upwards and pleading.
‘Don’t kill me!’ He cries. His voice is taken by the wind, yet the old man appears to have heard. His stance softens ever so slightly, which the young man sees as an invitation to approach. The old man keeps his wand pointed, but his voice is calm and gentle.
‘Lord Voldemort has sent you?’ He asks.
‘No, no!’ The young man implores. ‘I am here of my own volition.’
‘If you have realised your mistake and come to beg for your life, I am afraid it is far too late for that, my boy.’ The old man somehow sounds equally gentle and menacing at the same time.
‘Not for my life… for her’s… for Lily’s.’ The young man’s face is stretched even thinner over his sharp features and strands of his long black hair are pasted across his cheeks.
‘You speak of the prophecy? The one you relayed to your master?’ The old man’s words are cutting now, and without mercy, making the young man hang his head in shame.
‘The Dark Lord believes it refers to her… to her child. He will kill her, I know he will.’
‘Would your Lord not spare her for his loyal servant?’ The old man’s rhetorical question is laced with vicious sarcasm.
‘He is without mercy. Without conscience.’
‘But if he were to spare her, and kill only the child… would you still be here Severus?’ His voice is sickeningly gentle again. The young man looks down, his shoulders sinking, but then his head snaps up.
‘Yes!’ He shouts. ‘I don’t want any of this. I never wanted to be a slave! I…’ He looks down again, not able to say the feeble excuse in his head. The disgusting truth, that murder and torture had seemed glamorous to him… that is until he saw it right in front of him. He thought he would feel powerful, being on the side of those that would wield the dark curses without hesitation. But instead he felt weak. And sick.
‘You must protect her… and the child… please.’ He begs.
‘Just Lily and the baby? Not James?’ The old man coos.
‘All of them, then… hide them all… I beg you!’
‘And what will you give me in return Severus?’
‘Anything!’ The young man offers without hesitation. His intelligent face is now stricken. All hope and care for himself utterly gone. Somewhere within he has the sense that he has just handed himself from one master to another.
But he no longer cares.
**
From The Crow Comes Home Chapter 6
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Severus sat in Dumbledore’s office pleading. Not for himself, he never did that. His own life never meant this much to him. He was pleading for Lily.
“If she means so much to you,” said Dumbledore, “surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for the mother, in exchange for the son?”
“I have—I have asked him—” It was difficult to speak through tears and panic, feeling of despair and utter horror.
There was nothing Severus could have offered the Dark Lord to spear Lily’s unborn child. But he begged for Lily’s life and the Dark Lord agreed. Far too quickly.
At that moment Severus realized he couldn’t trust the Dark Lord’s words. Lily would die unless Severus found another way to save her.
He couldn’t go to her himself. Lily wouldn’t believe him. And in any case, Severus lacked the necessary resources to be of much help. Turning against the Dark Lord would put a target on his back. He’d be a wanted man, on the run. He couldn’t help her.
The only reasonable solution Severus could think of was asking the Dark Lord’s greatest enemy for help.
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Bring Back the Bastard Day 30: Anything
"If she means so much to you," said Dumbledore, "surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for the mother, in exchange for the son?"
"I have--I have asked him--"
"You disgust me," said Dumbledore, and Harry had never heard so much contempt in his voice. Snape seemed to drink a little. "You do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child? They can die, as long as you have what you want?"
Snape said nothing, but merely looked up at Dumbledore.
"Hide them all, then," he croaked. "Keep her--them--safe. Please."
"And what will you give me in return, Severus?"
"In--in return?" Snape gaped at Dumbledore, and Harry expected him to protest, but after a long moment he said, "Anything."
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“I'm sorry.”
Severus hurt his best, the person he loved. He’d never wanted to inflict any pain on her. On anyone, but especially on her.
He didn't even believe in all that nonsense. Why did he say that of all things?
Lily… How could he have done that to Lily?
His heart was beating too fast. His hands were shaking. If there only was a way to undo what he's done.
“I'm not interested,” said Lily, her voice ice cold.
“I'm sorry!”
Severus couldn't even begin to know how to make this right. He treated her so terribly.
I'm so so sorry.
“Save your breath.” Lily wasn't looking at him while speaking anymore. “I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here.”
Bring Back the Bastard Day 29: Save Your Breath
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not interested."
"I'm sorry!"
"Save your breath." It was nighttime. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. "I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here."
"I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just--"
"Slipped out?" There was no pity in Lily's voice. "It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends--you see, you don't even deny it! You don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?"
He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking.
"I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine."
"No--listen, I didn't mean--"
"--to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I any different?"
He struggled on the verge of speech, but with a contemptuous look she turned and climbed back through the portrait hole....
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“What is that you're wearing, anyway?” Lily’s sister said disgustedly, pointing at Severus. “Your mum's blouse?”
Severus was used to people mocking him. His family was poor. Well, no, Lily’s family was poor. His was worse.
That's what he heard Mum say: “We’re worse than poor. It's the greatest sin in this country. People hate us for it.”
Petunia always looked at him the way nicely dressed ladies did when picking up his classmates from school.
Severus’ mum said he shouldn't care. And usually he didn't. He tried not to react when people were mean to him. But this time… This time Severus got so upset. He wanted to shout at Petunia.
It wasn't his fault he was worse than poor.
Suddenly there was a loud crack and for a moment Severus was absolutely terrified. He had too many memories and nightmares of loud noises.
When a branch fell down on Petunia’s shoulder, he was too shaken to react.
“Tuney!” Lily called after her sister as Petunia ran away. She might have been crying. Severus himself was on the brink of tears.
“Did you make it happen?” Lily accused him all of a sudden.
“No.”
Severus would never hurt anyone. He didn't understand how Lily could think that about him. They were best friends.
“You did!” Lily shouted. She was leaving him now. “You did! You hurt her!”
“No—no I didn't!” Severus pleaded but Lily didn't believe him.
Why didn't Lily believe him? Was it because he was worse than poor?
I Regret It
Bring Back The Bastard Day 27
A/N: Readers of The Comeback will recognise the first paragraph, though this goes in a different direction. The narative drifts around and is not chronological, as I was attempting to convey a state of semi-consciousness, as his mind slips away.
T/W: Death and angst.
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Severus Snape lies on the dirt encrusted floor of the shack where he had almost been killed the first time over 20 years ago, feeling the life drain out of him. He is mildly surprised to find that he is still semi conscious, even though he can no longer make his lungs draw in air, and the last breath sighs out of his body. He is aware of his muscles relaxing, and though his lungs burn for air he feels remarkably calm.
Well, I suppose this is what dying feels like.
Nagini’s venom slides through his veins decimating every nerve and muscle until it stills his wretched heart.
How am I still alive? Still conscious? Maybe I’m not. Maybe this is hell – to forever be trapped in the moment of death?
Faint memories drift through his mind like wisps of cloud.
Look at me… You have your mother’s eyes.
The boy he had hated, protected, sacrificed… loved… maybe.
Severus please… Severus please…Severus please
Voices begging for life. Begging for death. Begging for his loyalty.
You have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret what must happen.
A faithful servant. That was him alright. Some Slytherin he was, serving one master and then another, but never himself. Though he had kept up the ruse admirably, almost to the biter end.
All this long night, when I am on the brink of victory, I have sat here, wondering, wondering why the Elder Wand refuses to be what it ought to be, refuses to perform as legend says it must perform for its rightful owner… and I think I have the answer.
That was it. That was the moment Severus knew the game was up. He continued his deception still, even though he knew it was too late. He had one last task; to tell the boy that he must die.
While you live, Severus, the Elder Wand cannot be truly mine.
And then there was pain. Pain from the bites, pain from the venom, pain for his loss, his guilt, his lies, his suffering and his cruelty. It floated out of him and mingled with the ghostly memories.
Take them to the Pensier.
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✨ Day 27: I Regret It for @bringbackthebastard ✨
TW: On page Character Death (Severus Snape).
This wasn't when he was supposed to die. Not yet. Not when they were so close.
“My Lord!” Severus tried to raise his wand, to fight back, to give himself a chance to escape, to find Harry.
This wasn't the time for Severus to abandon his mission.
Then came excruciating pain and darkness. He was dying.
Severus wasn't listening to the madman anymore. He had bigger problems on his hands.
I failed. After doing everything that was expected of me, I failed to tell him what was expected of him.
The war would never end. Harry needed to know.
Harry...