Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirteen

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Harry could only stare at the box that was in front of him, weary of what lay inside.

After a few minutes of staring, a burst of courage hit him, and he ripped open the small box. Inside there was Snape's wand, a letter, and a vial of clear liquid.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Here is your so desired truth. I hope it is all that you wished for. I am unable to use my old wand, as the Ministry would be notified of its use. I have purchased another wand through something like a black market. It is not able to be traced, nor able to leave one. As for the vial, I have faith that you will be able to figure that out on your own.

Sincerely,

Severus Snape

Well, that explained the wand, at least. The wand alone wasn't necessary proof in itself, as someone could've taken it after Snape's death. Harry could only guess that the vial of clear liquid contained a memory, or multiple memories.

Luckily, Harry had a Pensive in his possession at Grimmuald Place. He had asked to have the one from Dumbledore's office after the war, and McGonagall had agreed. He had often watched Snape's previous memories in it, though he was somewhat ashamed to admit it. Something about the memories had been addictive. Seeing his mother, seeing Snape actually show his emotions.

With shaking fingers, he plucked the glass vial from the box. He unsteadily made his way to the basement, where the pensive was held.

The lights flickered and hummed, not at all helping with his anxiety. He walked past his messy potion's station, and towards the dark corner that contained the Pensive. 

Taking a deep breath, he uncorked the vial, and watched 3 drops of liquid drip out of it. He only hesitated a moment before diving headfirst into the Pensive.

He was falling slowly, almost as if he was falling through water. He was dropped suddenly onto an uneven stone floor, and the world lurched sideways. He let out a small groan, and blinked his eyes open slowly.

Voldemort stood next to Snape, smiling a wide, toothless smile.

"Severusss, my loyal servant. Are you ready to pledge your loyalty to me?"

Snape was strapped to a chair, leather restraints holding him down, his pale forearm exposed. He stared up at Voldemort, his expression clear of all emotion.

"Yes, my lord."

Voldemort let out a cackle.

"Very well. You must pass one final test before you are rewarded, though."