Snily One Shots

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Alright guys, it's this time again. another oneshot. This one might seem rushed - which it is. But I tried :) enjoy!

Not this shit again, I think as I'm flipping over the bodies. Why is this shit happening again?

Amongst the bodies I flip over, there are two Order members. I just don't know who.

The three muggles they were trying to protect are the first I see. A dad, a mom, and their eleven year old daughter. I turn my head away from them for a second. Oh no. As I turn my head, I see two male bodies, laying side by side, holding hands. Ginger hair shines in the moonlight.

No no no, I think rapidly as I rush towards them. Please, for Molly's sake, let them be Stupified. I touch the male on the left's hand. He's stone cold. There go my childish hopes. My hand rests on the man's chest. I know exactly who these men are.

Fabian and Gideon Prewett.

I hold my head down for a second in a moment of silence. Then I look back up. Time cannot be wasted.

But Molly will want - no, need - to know exactly what happened.

I grab Fabian and Gideon's wands and then look at their interlocked hands. By the way their bodies are positioned, I can tell exactly how they died.

Gideon is colder than Fabian...he must have been first to die. By the angle of his right arm, he must have been about to cast a spell. Fabian has a tighter grip on Gideon's hand, and his legs are bent at the knee...he must have been kneeling to look down at Gideon when he was Avada'd.

Funny, I chuckle darkly. I've gotten good at this. I can now see how people died.

I look back at the intertwined brother's hands. A glitter of gold catches my eye. Fabian's watch. I gently it off of Fabian's wrist - as if he can feel me mugging him - and put the watch in my pocket.

As soon as I pocketed the watch and the wands, my Dark Mark started to burn.

...

"Well, Severus, what did you find at the scene?"

Tom Riddle - or largely known as Lord Voldemort - stood in front of me, piercing my black eyes with his own black ones. His black hair was swept cleanly to the left, and his sharp cheekbones point out. He really was a handsome fellow. Too bad he's trying to make himself look like a snake.

"My Lord, the three Muggles were strewn about, dead, and so were the two Order members Dumbledore sent." I reported in.

"Which ones? Weasley? Potter?"

"Fabian and Gideon Prewett, my Lord."

Voldemort inclined his head. "We should either look harder or hope Dumbledore sends the Potters. That is all, Severus. You may go."

"Yes, my Lord. Thank you, my Lord." I bowed before taking my leave.

...

"Snape? What are you doing here?"

"Ah, yes, pleasure to see you too." I said before pushing James Potter out of the way and walking into the Burrow. I wasn't welcomed with a pleasant sight.

Molly and Arthur Weasley were sitting on the loveseat in the Burrow sitting room. Potter, Black, Pettigrew, and Lupin took up the couch and Lily stood behind them, leaning on the couch. Doesn't Potter know to give his seat up for a woman, I would assume.

I stood in front of the fire and looked at it for a moment. Molly was curled up into Arthur, crying. I didn't know why she was crying, for there was no way she could've known her brothers had died yet. Maybe she's just crying out of worry.