Severus fought the tears trying to fall from his eyes as he looked at his lost friend in front of him.
He knew...
If he did this, he sealed their fate...
"I'm sorry." He choked out to her. "It's got to be now."
He gripped the wand in his hand tigh...
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November 1994
Severus Snape could feel the incessant tugging from deep in his chest,the second he and the others arrived at the first task.
He never thought he'd feel it again.
But they had a mission, and only five minutes to do it.
No matter how much he wanted to just see her, alive and well again, he knew that he did not have the time.
Severus and Meae were sitting in the stands waiting for the next Champion, when he felt it.
It was like a lock clicked into place, somewhere deep in his soul.
He saw Meae flinch slightly in her seat, and knew she had just felt it too.
Severus didn't know what the feeling was, but based on the bewilderment and confusion shown on her face at the moment, Meae had an understanding of what just happened.
He nudged her side with his elbow to get her attention.
What is it? He signed
It... feels like you. She said back slowly.
Severus knew his face portrayed his incredulity, it felt like him? What did that even mean?
Meae what-
I have to go. She hurriedly signed to him.
Severus sat shocked as he watched her practically fly down the stands and out of sight.
He didn't follow, she always came back to him.
Severus Snape had been called many things in his lifetime, but emotional was never one of them.
At the moment he stood frozen as the others in his group continued on in front of him.
He, on the other hand, couldn't move.
She was more radiant than his memories served.
A desperate wild look in her eyes as she searched the crowds for what he knows is him.
A part of him wanted to disappear into the swell of people until their departure, to prevent her from ever seeing him this broken and hollow.
