#dontmockme

"She knew it. As she ran through the rain, going to the Shrieking Shack, she just knew something bad was about to happen to him. And she knew she wouldn’t let it, she couldn’t let it, no matter what. She also knew that in that so-called haunted house, was Lord Voldemort. But right now, she didn’t care, for her it was just a name. As she got there, she found a place to hide herself, near the door. There were voices, but no words. And then, silence. After a while, she heard his voice saying ‘My Lord?’. It was the time. She had to act. It was just a space of minutes between this and the end. She was scared, desperate, everything. She could see her heart beating through her shirt. She started remembering all her life, the good and the bad. But the most strong memory was him. Everything in him. Now it did not matter the war, or the snake, or everything. All and nothing was him. And then, she heard the first part of the spell. She knew it should be now. She jumped in front of her love, and a mix of feelings started growing inside her body. For a moment, she thought she could not say the words, but she said. “ARESTO MOMENTUM”, with all her passion, but no sound came out. For just a second, everybody in that room thought they never felt so much power inside a person. It wasn’t required a wand, or a stone, or a cloak. What the people inside that house saw was a sacrifice of most true love. She knew it would work, because someone did this spell before. She didn’t care. She never kissed him, but she had his brilliance to admire, his smell to possess her, and his appearance to drown in. Even if he didn’t believe in her love, even if he mocked her when he could, she did it. Because she could love him for both of them. The spell gave her just a second. As she landed on the floor, she gave her back to Voldemort and her face to her beloved potion’s master. She knew what would happen. She didn’t care, she just wanted that the last thing she saw was his eyes. His so tiring eyes, of years and years being a very good spy. The spell hit her. As her half second of life going away, she saw something in his eyes she never saw before: tenderness. As the moment went on, he apparated them from the house. Snape was crying. He couldn’t believe that silly, silly girl sacrificed herself for him. They both landed hard on his living room, but he didn’t let go of her embrace. As he cleaned her tears, he kissed her cold mouth, and realized something: she was smiling, with her blu lips of the cold, her uncountable tears, in spite of all the situation: she passed away smiling."