Flickering Hope

I thought he would redeem me.

I thought wrong.

It was I who snuffed out the only candle left in my darkness.

I have failed.

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Severus Snape looked at Albus Dumbledore's grave, expressionless. He could barely see the golden letters engraved on the cold, white marble as the dark enveloped him. He couldn't help but reminisce about his mentor, the only one who had actually trusted him when he had joined the Order.

"The greatest journey of all, begins after death."

He could still remember his words, hoarse with age. His continuous twinkling blue eyes and his long beard that he had once hoarded fascination with when he was eleven.

The power of the Unbreakable Oath was weighed on his shoulders. As was the guilt of the one who truly cared.

He called himself the Half-Blood Prince, prided himself on being a Prince. He had never thought the once proud, arrogant sixteen year old would be reduced to the person he was now.

Even though Severus didn't believe in doing it, even though he thought that doing it was just a waste of time and effort; he formed the words of the incantation in his mind and waved his wand.

A beautiful bouquet of lavenders, entwined with deep purple ribbons (his favourite colour) appeared on his grave.

With a dramatic sweep of his robes, he left -his shadow trailing behind him.

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-ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE-
-May your journey never end...