Lily (HP fan-fiction)

Chapter 2

Peering over Snape's dead body, Hermione's insides felt like they were going to explode. Snape was one of the smartest professors in the school. He had a loving family. His wife and daughter, who loved Hogwarts so much they joined in the battle to defend their home. So many people have defended for us, yet with fighting against 2 overlords and an army of monsters and Death Eaters, things have not been going well.

Hermione knelt on the ground and held her head in her hands. Why did people have to die? When she thought about it, death seemed pointless. After years of working hard to achieve your goals, it counts for nothing as it gets thrown away like an old math test. Never to be seen or worked on again.  Lost forever.

Was this the purpose of living? To struggle and survive, and then have all those efforts put to waste as you eventually fall off the face of the earth? Death was a depressing and strange thing.

But maybe that was the beauty of it. That it was strange. And that how you live your life effects not only the way you feel as you wither away, but how others decide to live their lives. That the decisions you make and the life you live will change other's perspectives on their lives, and help them strive towards being a better person.

Hermione picked her head up and pulled herself into a standing postion. She needed to do something. She wasn't going to sulk away and be useless. She had to make her life worth something.

She took another look at Snape's lifeless body and noticed something gleaming in his hand. She bent down and unwrapped the small vial from hi fingers and held it in her own.

The vial held inside a silver wisp, dancing and twirling inside the glass. Hermione immediately recognized it as a memory, used to relive once placed in a pensieve.

Many questions began to swirl inside her head. How did Snape die? Who killed him? Does the vial have anything to do with it? Why would he contain his memories in the first place? Were they actually his? She needed to find answers.

A good place to start, She thought. Would be the pensieve in Dumbldore's office.

She slid her hand over Snape's eyelids and closed them shut. She placed the vial into her jeans pocket and made her way back around to the front of the castle, in through the front doors and headed in the direction of Dumbledore'soffice.