Fic: Over
Title: Over
Author: lemondropseven
Pairing: pre-Snarry? Kinda?
Rating: PG
Word Count: 490
Warnings: Major character death (Canon-compliant)
Summary: The end and a new beginning.
A/N: Written for dyno_drabbles for Snarry Month. The prompt was "It was on fire when I got here!"
Harry stared in horror at the brilliant orange-red flames, engulfing the Shrieking Shack lighting up the still-dark sky. Without thinking he ran towards the burning building where Snape’s body lay. Strong hands clamped onto his arms, holding him back. Angrily, he tried to shove his best friend off of him, but Ron was bigger and stronger.
“Harry! Stop! There’s nothing you can do!”
“But Snape-Snape’s in there! I’ve got to get him!” Harry shouted, prying at Ron’s hands.
Shaking him, Ron yelled back, “Harry, he was already dead! Snape is probably nothing but ashes by now!”
Faced with that inescapable truth, Harry slumped, the fight abruptly leaving him. “What the bloody hell could’ve happened, Ron?” he asked in shock, unable to take his eyes from the Shrieking Shack.
Ron shook his head wordlessly, still holding onto Harry. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “I’ve only been here a few minutes, and it was on fire when I got here. I didn’t see anything,” he added, sounding completely bewildered.
The roof fell in on itself with a loud groan, and Ron let go of Harry as they both turned to watch as the building was completely consumed.
After talking to Dumbledore about the Deathly Hallows, Harry had wanted nothing more than to sleep and maybe eat, if he could keep his eyes open long enough. But as he was walking with Ron and Hermione to Gryffindor Tower, he remembered one of the dead who had not been attended to during the hour that Voldemort had given them.
Snape.
He was still shocked at the way he had been killed, and with Snape’s memories lingering in his mind, Harry had wondered if, perhaps, there was any hope of finding the man alive. Even though he’d explained to Ron and Hermione about the memories, he hadn’t told them how he felt-he wanted to know more.
The boy that Snape was, the man he’d become, intrigued Harry… much like the Half-Blood Prince had, he thought wistfully. But he’d never get the chance to know him now. A pang, more painful than he’d have believed possible, struck him with that thought.
Harry was drawn back to the present by Ron’s hand on his shoulder.
“There’s nothing we can do here, mate. Not until it burns out, anyway. Then we can search the rubble for his body, but I doubt we’ll find anything,” he paused, then added, “I’m sorry.” Harry knew Ron had hated Snape, as he had, but his voice was sincere. They all respected him now, knowing that he’d died for their side.
Sighing, Harry took his eyes off the glowing building and looked toward the sun rising on the horizon. The glimmer of gold and orange blended seamlessly with the fire’s incandescent flames.
Walking back to the castle in silence, Harry was exhausted and a little heart-sore, but nevertheless felt relief and peace as the new day dawned.
It was over.
Author: lemondropseven
Pairing: pre-Snarry? Kinda?
Rating: PG
Word Count: 490
Warnings: Major character death (Canon-compliant)
Summary: The end and a new beginning.
A/N: Written for dyno_drabbles for Snarry Month. The prompt was "It was on fire when I got here!"
Harry stared in horror at the brilliant orange-red flames, engulfing the Shrieking Shack lighting up the still-dark sky. Without thinking he ran towards the burning building where Snape’s body lay. Strong hands clamped onto his arms, holding him back. Angrily, he tried to shove his best friend off of him, but Ron was bigger and stronger.
“Harry! Stop! There’s nothing you can do!”
“But Snape-Snape’s in there! I’ve got to get him!” Harry shouted, prying at Ron’s hands.
Shaking him, Ron yelled back, “Harry, he was already dead! Snape is probably nothing but ashes by now!”
Faced with that inescapable truth, Harry slumped, the fight abruptly leaving him. “What the bloody hell could’ve happened, Ron?” he asked in shock, unable to take his eyes from the Shrieking Shack.
Ron shook his head wordlessly, still holding onto Harry. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “I’ve only been here a few minutes, and it was on fire when I got here. I didn’t see anything,” he added, sounding completely bewildered.
The roof fell in on itself with a loud groan, and Ron let go of Harry as they both turned to watch as the building was completely consumed.
After talking to Dumbledore about the Deathly Hallows, Harry had wanted nothing more than to sleep and maybe eat, if he could keep his eyes open long enough. But as he was walking with Ron and Hermione to Gryffindor Tower, he remembered one of the dead who had not been attended to during the hour that Voldemort had given them.
Snape.
He was still shocked at the way he had been killed, and with Snape’s memories lingering in his mind, Harry had wondered if, perhaps, there was any hope of finding the man alive. Even though he’d explained to Ron and Hermione about the memories, he hadn’t told them how he felt-he wanted to know more.
The boy that Snape was, the man he’d become, intrigued Harry… much like the Half-Blood Prince had, he thought wistfully. But he’d never get the chance to know him now. A pang, more painful than he’d have believed possible, struck him with that thought.
Harry was drawn back to the present by Ron’s hand on his shoulder.
“There’s nothing we can do here, mate. Not until it burns out, anyway. Then we can search the rubble for his body, but I doubt we’ll find anything,” he paused, then added, “I’m sorry.” Harry knew Ron had hated Snape, as he had, but his voice was sincere. They all respected him now, knowing that he’d died for their side.
Sighing, Harry took his eyes off the glowing building and looked toward the sun rising on the horizon. The glimmer of gold and orange blended seamlessly with the fire’s incandescent flames.
Walking back to the castle in silence, Harry was exhausted and a little heart-sore, but nevertheless felt relief and peace as the new day dawned.
It was over.