HP 7.2 (Spoiler if you haven't seen it)

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I've rewritten Severus Snape's death scene and his memory an so on...because now he's gone and gone forever. -.-

Of course, this isn't the play-by-play, it's a tad bit modified, but I had a go a retyping it (without having reread the book...yet...).

"I'm sorry, Severus. I regret having to kill you."
But Severus knew the Dark Lord was not regretful of anything. He knew this evening was soon to come. He knew it the day Voldemort appointed him
headmaster, the day Harry Potter arrived in Hogwarts. The day Snape knew he would have to stand aside as the Dark Lord tore apart every man, woman, and child
that stood between him and Potter.
"Avada kedavra," hissed the snakelike voice, sending a twinge of pain shooting through Snape's rigid body. A moment ago, he was standing before Voldemort,
a moment later he was falling, paralyzed, cursed and dying by the time his body fell and rattled against the dirty glass panes of the boathouse side.
It wasn't over. Severus's eyes rolled, finding Voldemort's voice and seeing the evil face with glittering eyes.
"Kill," he hissed, and the snake began to slither. And Snape knew it was not over yet.
A searing pain in his stomach seemed to gut him of all feeling he had in his lower legs. Immobilized, he had no strength to cry out. There was an awful
sensation of pain, the feeling of warmth spreading all over his body, and the blood that came with it.
The snake struck again, each time just near enough a vital place to cause pain beyond anything he'd felt, but never enough to kill. He had known this was
coming for so long and the seconds were hours of overwhelming pain, and it was unbearable, impossible to believe.
He felt the glass-paneled wall against his back, felt no escape, felt the hopelessness that came with expecting this very moment for years and knowing that he
couldn't stop his own death. It was a strange, twisting feeling he felt inside of him. It was then that he realized that wriggling feeling he felt inside him, inside his stomach...it wasn't his gut emotions.
His vision blurred. Severus felt the lash again, unable to defend himself, his arms limp at his sides, his body slumped against the wall. The viper coiled and
showed its fangs. Snape felt his eyes drift shut, as if peacefully.
He felt the razor-sharp teeth tear into his neck.
He could not cry out; the spell caused his last remaining strength, any chance of calling out, to stick in his throat that was wet with his very own blood. He
could not breathe; each gasp sucked harsh air through the torn hole of his throat and set his lungs on fire with the blood pouring into them.
Drowning alive, he felt cold all over. There was a crack, a hiss of air, momentary blackness. Voldemort had apparated and had taken the snake with him. The
snake, the last--no, not the last horcrux…
Severus' finger twitched and touched, for an instant, the cold, dark wand that protruded halfway from his pocket. He lay swathed in black, waiting for death to
wash over him with its cold, icy fingers.
It did not. There was noise, and footsteps that, to his pounding ears, seemed deafening and silent at the same time. There was a face leaning over him.
Round, wire glasses. Green eyes…
"Professor Snape," Harry said to him and it sounded as though the boy was calling to him through a sea of mist. Snape blinked his eyes slowly, slowly, and
finally the image was less distorted.
With the new realization, Severus tried to move, to turn his head towards Harry. But seeing the boy's face brought back a flood of memories he lived again in
an instant.
The house in Godric Hollow, torn apart and ripped to shreds by darkest magic. His silent footfalls as he neared the upstairs room, dread lurching in his
stomach. Seeing Lily's poor, lifeless body. Feeling his heart rip apart as he fell against the door frame, clutching for support. He wanted to hold her, to save her, to
help her…
He had failed in keeping her safe. He couldn't breathe. His face twisted in horror and he found himself crying out, anger and hurt making his throat crack. He
fell to the floor, dropped his wand, held her in his arms as the rain poured against the windows. Held her one last time, wishing he could have held her before the
Dark Lord had marked her, come for her, murdered her.
He remembered loving her.
He remembered seeing Harry and thinking of her. For years, risking his life to protect Lily's son. The day Albus told him that one day, he would need to give up
Harry, too. Wanting to tell Lily's son everything and save him but being forced instead to live with the reality that one day, he would lose his life and if he were alive
to see Harry Potter lose his…
All this he saw in the boy's eyes. His vision fogged again.
His eyes...hot with blood.
No, with water.
A tear stung at his eyes. He felt it begin to fall.
"Take them," he rasped. "Take my memories," he spoke into the void between him and the boy he was meant to hate, to loathe, but had instead loved all this
time. His voice was hardly audible.
Harry said something, looked away at who Snape recognized to be his two friends. Who were they...their names? He felt his mind, all consciousness slipping
away.
Harry put the glass vial to Severus' cheek and caught the single thread of water. He put it away.
Snape felt himself ebbing away and, for a moment, he was desperate. "Look...at...me..." he gasped.
Harry looked into Snape's eyes, Snape's cold, dark face. He'd been afraid of it for so long. Now all he saw was desperation and sadness. Regret filling the
professor's voice.
"You have Lily's eyes," he breathed.
His own eyes were dark. His gaze became transparent. His face fell to the side.
Severus Snape moved no more.
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"It must be you, Severus, and only you..."
"You know, Albus, you know I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Not on her son!"
"Certainly you know, it must be done."
The withered of the two men bowed his head, his silver beard trailing down the front of his wizard's gown. Snape spoke in a disquieted voice, "But, why,
Albus? I am many things but I cannot keep guessing."
The aged headmaster looked Snape fiercely in the eyes, a passion wrought with pain burning in his own. "But, surely, you've come to realize why it is that the
boy has a connection...a connection to the Dark Lord? Through his mind!"
Snape was quiet. His hands disappeared beneath the folds of his severe black cloak. He held his breath, his eyes pointed keenly on the headmaster's face. The look would wither many a fair soul, but above all his accomplishments and beneath all the suffering he felt, he had always held respect for Albus
Dumbledore. Until, that is the day Snape began questioning the headmaster's actions. Dumbledore had trusted him before with these things, had trusted him with
Harry's past, all of it! Dumbledore was the only one who knew anything about what lay beneath the dark-cloaked man's dark, steely eyes.
Snape had expected Dumbledore to tell him everything, and now it had become too much for anyone to bear. For both men knew the prophecy about the
boy called The Chosen One. Dumbledore knew of Snape's awkward position that had required all his years of unrelenting service to Hogwarts to cover for the
second, much darker half of his life. Only Dumbledore knew this about Snape, and only he knew where Snape's allegiance truly lay.
"You remember the very night when Lily Potter, her infant child clutched in her arms, was attacked by none other than Voldemort himself." The words coming
from the old man's lips were solemn, parched with age and wisdom. They were a solid truth, not a question.
"When the Killing Curse was cast, aimed at Lily Potter's child, she threw herself in front of him. This created that very bond we all know of so well! The curse's
power couldn't kill the boy because of her love, and it instead latched onto him! You know it as well as I, Severus. That very night, Voldemort left a piece of his soul
in Harry."
Snape's jutting nose was bent, and his face had grown paler in the shades of moonlight, paler than the already white monotone shades of his rough, flat, and
sharp features. He never took his eyes off the headmaster. "You've been keeping him all along, haven't you? Just so that one day he could be fed to the Dark Lord,
and fulfill the prophecies." Words came from his mouth, mechanical and with each passing word, growing slower and more definite. "The final horcrux," Snape snarled. The professor turned away from Dumbledore, within the confines of the small room that felt too small to hold the secrets that were being discussed there, in the headmaster's office.
Lightning outside the glass-paned windows, illuminating the dim room with white light.
"Come now, Severus," said Albus, "don't tell me you've developed a soft spot for the boy."
"HE WAS HER SON," ripped the cold voice, as though to slash wounds through Albus' words, "and you will have me do all of this only so he can die at the right
moment, and I'll lose her again!"
Snape whirled to face Albus, his black cloak flying round his ankles. Never before had even Dumbledore seen Snape twist his face in pain, heard his voice crack
apart.
Albus gathered his cloak and stepped toward Severus in one smooth movement, edging closed the gap between them. "You must commit my murder
yourself, Severus. It's the only way he will trust you completely."
Severus's long fingers rose to the temple of his forehead and sat there, the shadows covering his face. "Sixteen long years, Albus." Severus drew back from
Albus' closeness, drawing his wand from his gown and raising it at the headmaster.
"Sixteen years spent protecting the boy when even you couldn't protect Lily."
"I tried. No one can predict the Dark Lord but you! You must convince him," Albus said in a hoarse voice, nearly a whisper. Snape's face was hard as stone.
He waved his wand, muttering the charm in two drawn out, silent, cold words. Light emitted from the tip and the white-blue light grew into the form of a
springing doe, beautiful and breathtaking. Albus let out a quick gasp, as the patronus danced around the room in a shower of leaping magic light.
"Lily," he uttered, "all this time, Severus?"
Snape remembered the girl who had become a woman that had lay limp and lifeless in his arms sixteen years ago. The boy that lived, that he'd watched over.
Snape's face was stone cold.
"Always."
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Harry raised his face from the inky silver pool of water. This would be the memory he would always remember.
Severus Snape had, after all, revealed the truth to him when no one else had.

And Harry knew what he had to do as he prepared himself to face the Dark Lord in the Forbidden Forest.

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</3 Severus!! I know when he died he saved my soul and tore it up a bit as well. I think, in all honesty, he's the only character I'll really miss.

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When Snape died I almost died. When Harry saw his memories I did cry, quite literally. Then some bitch hit me for talking and I was like "bring it on BITCH"

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Because Snape made the movie. No denying it! He is, honest to God, the only one I'll really miss. xD And I get to go back and watch it again in theaters soon, I hope.

When I discoreved Rickman was, like, 65 I was screaming, NOOO!!! Because that means someday Snpe will be gone forever...but it also means Snape looks really good for his age. ^^

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LOL. yeah, it was a great movie. And dont worry Mazzles, at the midnight showing i went to, you could actually hear everyone in the theater crying. Except me and my friend. I was mad too....-.- I actually made an effort to cry, but it didn't do me any good. Ah well, I was sobbing inside.

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Harry going to die made me sad...and we all thought it was funny when Ron and Hermione went down to bludgeon the Horcrux, got doused, and started kissing. And I HATE that snake.

Best scenes were his death and memories. Of course, I only ever went to see Potter because of Snape anyway, I can't even say how many youtube videos I've searched and commented on and blah blah...and I went on ITunes and ONLY bought the Harry Potter tracks from Snapey scenes.

So. Trivia- can anyone guess his three best-ever one-word replies, the three most epic, fateful, and even emotional and awesome lines ever by Severus? (Hint, two are from Hallows #2, I think we all know one right away!)

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Most epic:

"Unless you wish to poison him, and I assure you I would have the greatest sympathy if you did, I cannot help you." (didn't quote it perfectly I KNOW!)

"Look at me."



those are the two I can think of right now. lol.