Severus Snape lay on the floor of the shrieking shack, his body shook against his will and his eyes drifted closed and then open, as if on a timer. Between flashes of black he could see them, the Golden Trio, no longer children but now shining examples of brave adults.
He'd given Potter his memories, they held everything the boy needed to know, before his body went completely limp. Still, through his half lidded eyes he could see, he could see Weasley trying to drag the Granger girl away. She watched him, a somber look on her face as she tugged away and came to his side.
He'd never have expected any sentiment from her.
"Sleep well, thank you for all you've done." She whispered close to his head before she slipped away, he watched them go, his body was numb, his mind raced, was this death?
Trapped inside a numb body without the ability to move.
How had the young woman known anything of what he'd done? He'd only just handed his memories to the Potter boy.
It was the only thing that made sense.
His body gave one last shudder of its own volition and his eyes closed, this was death, and suddenly he found that he had little desire to die.
Why should he not live a free man? Why must he die when finally the war was being won?
Still, he had little choice but to succumb to the icy clutch of death, his heart ceased to beat, it was not his choice.
Severus blinked, he wasn't sure where he was but he knew it was not the shrieking shack. His glanced around and found he was in a field of...flowers?
Well, he certainly was confused at that realization.
He forced himself to stand on wobbling legs and spotted a tree in the distance, the sky was unnatural, it faded from night to day above the tree but stars twinkled on both ends. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes.
He must be hallucinating.
Or death was even more strange than he could have fathomed.
It could only be one or the other.
A little girl giggled as she peeked out from behind the tree before she vanished again, curly black hair still visible from his angle.
Severus' eyes narrowed.
Just what exactly the bloody hell was going on?
"Hello?" He summoned his most firm voice, the one that sent first years crying home to their mummies.
The girl giggled again and poked her head out, sharp black eyes stared him down, they were almost harsh in an otherwise soft face.
"They said you would come!" She called, a bright grin on her face as she slunk around the tree, she was small, perhaps five or six years old. It was a fact that did not take away from the intelligent glint in her eyes. Sharp black eyes that looked so much like those he saw every time he looked in the mirror.
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Hourglass - A Snamione Romance *Complete*Fanfiction
Severus Snape has one more chance at life, and it could be long and wonderful, as long as he finds his true love before the strange hourglass filled with black sand runs out of time. Who were the strange children who gave it to him, and how on earth...