Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Night And Day, Snape Lives ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

#I don’t own these characters, but I wish JKR. had taken better care of some of them.

The so-called corpse of Hogwart's headmaster Severus Snape lay warm, bleeding and forgotten in the excitement of Harry Potter coming face to face with Voldemort.

No one noticed the phoenix silently winging into the area or winging out again with the not-quite demised, almost bloodless body. And no human was even aware that Ron Weasley had been hit with a glancing Avada Kedavra while trying to reach Harry, but Fawkes was. All the attention had been on Molly and Bellatrix’s duel.

The phoenix dropped both bodies by the tomb of Albus Dumbledore. He tilted his head at both and bestowed a tear on each. Screams echoed in the distance as the battle raged on.

A small jerk was the only evidence that any effect was had; Severus Snape’s head lolled and the gapping wound sustained from Nagini oozed more blood. His eye opened unto the sight of Ronald Weasley gasping like a fish and quite unconscious. His wand was loose in his hand, and he flicked it at Ronald. “Enervate…”He croaked.

Ronald’s eyes opened, he looked at Snape and continued to gasp. He was very weak and he looked hopefully towards his former teacher, before remembering that he was the one responsible for Dumbledore’s death. His breath started to rattle in his throat, and he cast his eyes towards the only living being within range of his sight. Snape was even whiter than the alabaster tomb. His eye glittered but feebly as more blood sluggishly trickled out. Ron thought to himself, that at least Snape had got his deserved fate. He didn’t remember how he had been injured; he hoped maybe he was the one who had somehow injured the traitor in front of him. At least his death would be a hero’s. Damn it, he wanted to live, he wanted to be with Hermione and Harry, but he could feel himself growing weaker. Merlin he should be helping them,

Time slows to a crawl when you are dying. You see glimpses of loved ones, favorite places and every sin you have committed. Both men were subjected to these thoughts. Ron’s life force was almost completely gone. His mind was going dark and his breathing was slowing, the rattle more pronounced. Fred….It seemed as if he could see his brother peering through a mist at him.

Severus was thinking about all the things Voldemort had made him do, and all the things that were done voluntarily. That damn venom elixir he had brewed, as well as all the research about extending the miserable bastards life; his thoughts stilled their racing and focused. That one little nasty spell he had uncovered at Grimmald Place in the Black library, how did it go again? Or maybe a modified stasis charm on the Weasley boy…or was he beyond help?

Snape was bleeding out he wouldn’t be able to do but one more spell. He concentrated upon the dying boy in front of him, and gasped with a failing voice,” nox noctis quod dies.” His dying thoughts were of his childhood friend, Lily and his regret in not keeping her from harm. The venom and blood loss overtaking him once and possibly for all if this didn’t work. Green eyes, Lily’s son. Harry, he needed help.

Both men glowed; both men were thinking their last thought of wanting to live…

Severus Snape’s body slowly disappeared, merging into Ronald Weasley’s whole unbroken, younger body.

Fawkes tilted his head at the man, which had disappeared before him, as a wispy ghost voice recited, “My help will always be given to those who are loyal to me“. Then the bird crested the high point of the tomb, burst into flame and the wind caught the ashes…. He was not reborn. However, two others were.

A.N. nox noctis quod dies translates Night and Day. I have no Beta, and I have the handicap of being an American, long out of school. Thank god for spell check.