#severus please

[cuckolded-by-the-king-of-dips]

That moment before Snape kills Dumbledore (movie)

😭 the way Dumbledore looks down at Harry through the floor; the way Harry looks back at him in fear. When Dumbledore says “Severus, please”, and you can see Snape looking down at Harry for a split second before looking up at Dumbledore–

Oh 🥺😭😭

[robenwand]

Snapetober 2021, Day 6: Hostage / Trapped (from sxvxrxssnape’s prompt list)

[princeandcrow]

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.

**

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.

**

@bringbackthebastard

[accioronwealsey]

WHY!?

[styles-chalamet]

you're 11 please stop

[extendableears-blog]

has it ever crossed your brilliant mind that i don't want to do this anymore?

[saturated-sunrise]