Snapecentric

This chapter might be one some of you have been anticipating... I hope I won't disappoint your expectations.

Chapter 21 Kick Out the Jams

Combat isn't polite.

Dummies charge

Adapt or fall.

Weekend nights begin.

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He watched the life slowly fade away from him, as agonising minutes passed.

Hours turned into dreadful days, where what Harry spent recovering from the war, became the unnoficial carer for a dying Severus Snape.

The man's clothes hung from his thinned frame like tattered curtains. His shadowed eyes sunken into his face as the only color seen was the redness surrounding his iris'. Food barely touched his lips; his appetite began to fade each day. Water coating his tongue was a rarity, if he ever had the energy. His gait moved slower, until the moment he needed help to move. Stairs became his enemy. His bony and calloused hands trembled with the curse running rampart through his veins.

Eating away at what remained of the silent hero.

Hopeless. Dread.

Another about to lose their life, and silencing any chance of a new beginning.

Severus was right - life wasn't fair. Not for either of them.

Tangled up

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