lemondropseven (lemondropseven) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2010-05-10 02:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabble, member: lemondropseven, pairing: none, rating: r |
Ficlet: Appearances by LD7
Title: Appearances
Author: lemondropseven
Pairing: None
Rating: R (non-graphic violence and the warning)
Word Count: 790
Warnings: *character death*
Summary: What if, at the end of book six, Severus Snape was exactly what he appeared to be?
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter and company. I wrote this quite a while ago and never got around to posting it. Torina, darling, here’s your evil!Snape. Hope you’re happy. XD
"Fight back!"
Severus dearly wanted to end this once and for all. With Dumbledore out of the way, he only had to convince Voldemort that he'd acted in his best interest, if against his wishes, for the Dark Lord's command that no one touch Harry Potter was very clear. He wanted the pleasure of killing him himself. At this point, Severus didn't blame him one iota. It would indeed be a pleasure to rid the world of the Boy Who Lived.
Severus contemplated all of this in mere seconds, even as he blocked the brat's pathetic attempts to attack him. Dealing with him quickly and efficiently, he turned his back on the teen, adding insult to injury and started to walk away. A pain-filled shout, rich with rage, stopped him in his tracks.
"Coward!"
Turning slowly and calmly, he saw fear dart across the young face and felt the thrill of the hunt overtake him. He would make Voldemort understand. Stalking his prey, he wordlessly cast a binding spell. Severus preferred incarcerous; a freezing charm negated the pleasure of seeing his victim struggle. He reveled in the shock and panic emanating from the now-bound boy-wizard.
"He trusted you! And you killed him! You -"
"Silencio."
Severus regarded Potter with anticipation. How best to go about this? Unfortunately, he couldn't linger over the task, as he longed to do. Even though they were deep enough in the Forbidden Forrest to provide some amount of privacy, it wouldn't be long before someone from the school stumbled upon them. The Killing Curse was, of course, the quickest and easiest way to deal with a problem of this nature. But it was also merciful.
Something that Severus was not inclined to be.
His skill with legilimency ensured that his victims died in what was, for them, the worst way possible. Death was a very personal thing, after all. Thanks to Dumbledore, he'd spent enough time inside the brat's head to know without a doubt the best way to get to him, break him. Then dispose of him.
Leaning in so close he could feel the boy's panting breaths on his face, he stared into green eyes and whispered, "Legilimens."
Instantly, they were transported into a storm of memories, thoughts, and emotions. Severus was as in control in this environment as he was in the physical world, perhaps even more so, as his mind was supremely disciplined. He picked a floating memory of a dream and started to manipulate it. By stimulating the centers of the brain that were active during a dreaming sleep he could create any reality here, within the mind's landscape.
Tapping into the boy's deepest fears, he easily took Potter through a fake battle he believed to be real. With Dumbledore dead—Severus didn't have to alter that most recent memory—most of the Order captured or killed, and Voldemort bearing down on him, Harry Potter began to falter. Severus let the duel rage for the moment, keeping Potter alive so as to harm him even farther later.
Weasley killed the Death Eater he was fighting and ran to Harry's side. Severus felt how the loyalty bolstered Potter's confidence.
The scene continued to play.
Two on one now, and Voldemort was starting to make small mistakes. There—an opening—Potter fired off an Impedimentia jinx, but missed by inches. Severus smirked. Voldemort countered with two spells in quick succession. The first was easily blocked, a mere feint, but the second hit its target squarely.
Weasley fell in a flash of green light.
Horror, regret, guilt, pain, and rage; a maelstrom of emotion swept through Potter, and Severus knew he had him. He knew how the boy would react. He was the epitome of a Gryffindor.
Harry screamed in frustration and unimaginable pain as he foolishly charged the Dark Lord. Voldemort's high pitched, not-quite-human voice rang out and for the second time, a green jet of light shot from his wand.
Severus pulled out of the Potter’s mind as the lifeless body dropped to the ground.
Because he had believed it to be real, his mind had simply shut down. The body cannot live without the mind.
Severus lips curled in what would never be called a smile, satisfied that Harry Potter had died thinking that he'd caused his best friend's death. It was the one thing the boy feared the most: that others would think his life so important they would risk their own—and die for him.
He looked down at the body of the Boy Who Lived for a moment longer then turned and walked away without a backward glance. Severus was already formulating a plan to turn his disobedience into an advantage, and please his master.