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Disclaimer: They're all J. K. Rowling's, and I've got the feeling that she'd have my head for this.
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
Characters: Harry/Snape
Summary: A bit of a bleak take on future events. Snape tries to save himself from the dementors.
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Severus frowned. There was no escape; with Voldemort's help, the dementors already knew Severus' location. Voldemort had already achieved immortality by eliminating Potter; one only had to wait until all who opposed him were systematically eliminated.
As they descended, Severus raised his wand and concentrated on a memory, one that would betray him as Dumbledore's ally.
Two bodies, sweat-slicked, writhing, groaning, sheets tangled around limbs. Frantic love-making before the battle, strokes, thrusts, names cried out in passion, a kiss planted upon an all-too-familiar scar.
"Expecto patronum." His lazily-said spell warded off the dementors for now. He knew it wouldn't last.
Severus stared off into the distance. The dementors -- Voldemort's army -- were rapidly approaching. There was no escape; with Voldemort's help, they already knew Severus' precise location. Voldemort had already achieved his goal of immortality by eliminating Potter; it was only a matter of time before he systematically eliminated everyone who had opposed him.
As they descended, Severus raised his wand and concentrated on a memory, one that would get him killed if Voldemort "spared" him from the dementors, one that betrayed him as an ally of Dumbledore's.
Two bodies, slick with sweat, writhing and groaning, sheets tangled around limbs and torsos. A night of frantic love-making before the battle, a stroke, a thrust, a pair of names cried out in passion, a gentle kiss planted upon an all-to-familiar scar.
"Expecto patronum." His lazily-said spell warded off the dementors for the time being. He knew it wouldn't last.