Me Dying

Me Dying

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Snape's Death

            He came at me saying, “I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand, and I master Potter at last” and I knew that my end had come. The snake’s cage rolled over my head and the snake struck, biting my neck. I collapsed and I looked at Voldemort who was staring at me with no feeling. “I regret it” he said and he swept out of the room.

            I lay there for a couple of seconds, and then I saw the boy, Potter, crawl out of a tunnel in the wall. He came over and tried to stop me from bleeding. I then gave him all of the memories that he needed and he put them in the vials that the Granger girl had given him. My last words were, “Look…at…me…” and I died.

            I opened my eyes and I was in a large room full of ghost-like people. The only person who seemed solid was an old man with extremely long white hair, a crooked nose and half-moon spectacles. “Welcome Severus,” Dumbledore said. “Where am I?” I asked. “It’s called many things,” he replied. “Heaven, Hell, the Underworld, Pigfarts, or the Place Between Time.” “So, is everyone who ever died here?” I asked hopefully. He smiled at me sadly, “You won’t find her Severus. You could look for all eternity and you will not find her. The only way is if she chooses to appear to you. You might catch glimpses but never she her fully. Now I must go talk with young Harry and help him on his way.” Dumbledore then walked off and I looked down and saw, to my amazement, that I could see the world beneath me, so I satisfied myself with watching the world happen for the rest of eternity.

           By the way, I see Lily. I talked to her and apologized for everything. James Potter, Sirius Black, and I are now good friends. I guess that everything worked out in the end.

Malfoy Manor

            I felt my mark burn. They had caught him. They had caught Harry Potter, the symbol of hope for the revolution. Voldemort was going to kill him and there was no Dumbledore this time to prevent him. It was all for nothing, all of Dumbledore’s careful planning, keeping him alive, dying himself, and Lily dying; all for nothing.

            I hope that Potter will find a way out of this, though I don’t think he can this time. The revolution will fall and fail and Voldemort will kill all who stood up to him and their families. I will have to stand at his side until I die or until he decides to kill me.

            Stupid boy going and getting himself captured. I bet he didn’t know about the taboo on Voldemort’s name and used it. He just had to go around using the Dark Lord’s name and summoning Death Eaters to get him. It’s like he just gave himself up! I ‘m going to go see what is going on and see if I can do anything to save him even though I bet I can’t do anything. I don’t know why I am trying to help him. I don’t like him at all! Oh well, I going to do my best anyway.

Gryffindor's Sword

            My whispered words echo softly through the heavily forested area. The silver doe comes out of the tip of my wand and once again the sadness of seeing it overwhelms me. Then I come to myself again and send her on her way. I rush to the pond and take the sword out. I carefully drop it into the water. When it hits the bottom I cast a spell on it so it won’t come when summoned and then freeze the top solid. Then I hear soft footsteps and see a bluish light coming closer. I run over to a tree that has a spit trunk that is perfect for spying from, and hide behind it.

            The boy comes into the clearing and the doe vanishes. Suddenly his expression, which had been placid when following the doe, became panicked and he looked around wildly. Then he saw something glimmer from the frozen pond. He walks over and glances in. I think that he sees the sword because his eyes widen and he bends down to see better. He takes out his wand and casts the summoning charm. When it doesn’t work he starts to take off his clothes so that he can dive in. he says “Diffindo” and the ice cracks. He jumps into the water and he grimaces. Then, he dives under.

            After a a while I suspect that something has gone wrong because he doesn’t come back up. Suddenly Ron Weasley comes running into the clearing and dives in with all of his clothes on. When he pulls Harry out, I slowly back into the forest and, when I’m far enough away, I disapparate.

Lily's Letter

           Tears drip down my face but I don’t bother wiping them off. Just seeing the words that Lily had put on the page, knowing that she had written them, brought a feeling that I didn’t feel very often; sorrow. Just knowing what would happen to her, the fact that she has no clue that she is to be murdered by Lord Voldemort, and not being able to do anything kills me. I loved her. He promised that he would spare her that he would let her live. Stupid girl, she wouldn’t move away from Potter’s crib, wouldn’t let Voldemort kill him. She could still be alive right now; I would be able to see her green eyes and red hair again.

            I warned Dumbledore the moment that I found out that Voldemort was planning to kill the boy. All he did was warn the Potters! All he did was put a Fidelius Charm on the house! He didn’t do enough, if he had then she would still be alive and I would still be able to see the laughing face that I see in the picture that came with the letter. These are all of the thoughts and feelings that go through my head as I remember her through her letter and her picture. I take the last page of the letter that has Lily’s love and the part of the picture that has her laughing and leave. There is no need to linger, no need to dwell on the people who have passed, especially in Sirius’s house.