𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 ☆ 20

The snake struck the man against the wall fast, draining whatever life was left in him swiftly. Rosalyn winced with every strike, covering her ears. She couldn't stand this.

Finally, (probably when Voldemort decided Snape had enough poison in him that he would surely die in a minute) Voldemort and Nagini left.

Rosalyn didn't hesitate. She had hated Snape her whole life knowing him, but it just be didn't seem right to leave him lying there. It didn't seem right that the last voice he would hear would be Voldemort's.

She ran inside the boathouse and Harry, Ron and Hermione soon followed her.

Rosalyn immediately saw Snape, lying on the floor, blood pouring out of him.

She knelt beside him and he looked straight into her eyes. Neither talked.

Suddenly, Snape began to cry. Rosalyn didn't blame him, but she was confused when he started to talk. "T-take them. Take them. P-please."

Rosalyn didn't know what he was referring to but as he used his last remaining energy to point to the tears running down his face, it wasn't that hard to figure out.

"Give me something!" Rosalyn yelled to the three people behind her. "Quickly, a flask, anything!"

Hermione quickly supplied her with a flask and Rosalyn held it to Snape's face, making sure the tears ran into it.

"Take them... to the pensive," Snape said in a low voice as Harry came and sat beside Rosalyn.

"Look at me," Snape ordered them.

There was a pause in which the grey eyes looked not at hazel, but at bright, emerald green. Snape stared at Harry. "You have your mother's eyes."

Harry nodded numbly as Snape turned to Rosalyn. "You look just like her, like Lily."

Rosalyn's eyes pooled. For a second, Snape struggled against death, trying to stop the inevitable, then, with his last words said, he lay still. His eyes went dark.

His last word had been 'Lily'.

Rosalyn stood up, numbed by the pain Snape's death had given her. Suddenly, a hiss came sweeping through the boathouse. Rosalyn was sure that the whole castle could hear it as well.

As Lord Voldemort spoke again.

"You have fought valiantly... but in vain. I do not wish this... every drop of magical blood spilt is a terrible waste... I therefore command my forces to retreat. In your absence, dispose of your dead with dignity..."

Rosalyn braced herself as her name came up.

"Rosalyn Potter, I now speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for me rather than face me yourself... There is no greater dishonour. Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate... if you do not do this, I will kill every man, woman and child, who tries to conceal you... from me."

Rosalyn digested this as she, Hermione, Harry and Ron ran up the hill back to the castle. Voldemort was trying to make her guilty, so that she'd go to the forest. She couldn't. She just couldn't. The snake still needed to be killed.

"Where is everybody?" Hermione asked as they walked through the empty courtyard.

The action, it appeared, was going on in the great hall. Rosalyn looked around and saw dead everywhere, and people treating to them.

She saw Lavender Brown... Colin Creevey... Tonks and Lupin... and-

With a thud in her heart that was even worse than when she saw Lupin and Tonks, she saw Fred, lying on the ground, dead. She saw all the Weasley's around him, sobbing.