Re: Trio, Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Peter Pettigrew
That, strangely enough, made it all the easier. There was real hatred on his face as he squared his wand at the old man's chest, and thought, not for the first time, you have used me. "Avada Kedavra," he said, almost calmly. There was an eruption of green light, and it was over - too quickly. It was surreal.
The spell that had been holding them seemed to break in that one moment; that horrible flash of green.
Harry rushed forward first, throwing his father's robe off while Hermione and Ron were still standing still. "He trusted you!" He screamed at Snape, and his wand was in his hand to disarm the older man.
They'd all seen it. Hermione wasn't sure what she'd seen, though. She'd seen real hatred on Snape's face, and she'd seen Dumbledore fall, and there was only one word that went through her mind while she raised her own wand again as Dumbledore's spell faded and released her. One word. Traitor.
Ron's mouth fell open, and it was a moment before he realized his arms were free again. He raised his wand again, still foolishly inclined to point it at Pettigrew, who was scrabbling along the floor, disgustingly intent on stealing Dumbledore's wand from where it lay beside his limp hand. It made him feel sick. But he forgot about him soon enough - when Harry screamed at him his attention snapped back to the murderer. He was still dazed, but he thought he could have gotten off an Unforgivable and meant it, if he hadn't run the risk of getting his best friend in the crossfire.
Snape whipped his wand fiercely at the three of them, and felt the force of his anger slam out across the room towards them. Potter, of course. If there was anyone he wanted to see less than Dumbledore, and that hardly seemed possible, it was him. He wasn't doing this for either of them, was dead tired of playing this miserable game, and ... hardly trusted himself to stay here any longer without doing something he might sincerely regret. He gave Pettigrew another kick, knowing he wouldn't have long to get his head start. "Run," he snapped at him. He watched him scramble deeper into the room and turned to follow, set to fly out of there as quickly as he could. There was nothing to gain by staying.
Harry only took his eyes from Snape when he saw Pettigrew moving. The disarming spell sent Albus' wand flying, and might have taken off Peter's arm in his fury and he wouldn't have cared.