IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME ━━ ❝ harry has a secret - he's always had a secret crush on professor snape. when he begins to feel that it is his fault he died and that he wished he would have known his true feelings for him, hermione steps in and tries...
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"Severus, the dark Lord wishes to see you." He said in his candy voice. Lucius Malfoy. He looked so ill and scared. Severus turned towards him.
"This is it Lucius." He said, a grimace crossing his face. Lucius nodded silently. Severus walked over to him and placed his hand upon his shoulder. "Do the right thing, friend. Think of your family." And with that, he disappeared in a whisp of smoke out of the office, leaving Lucius to soak in what he had just said. Then he too left.
Harry quickly ran out from behind the door and went towards the window. His eyes searched the grounds for the shrieking shack as the enemies quickly left the battlefield. Once his eyes rested upon it, he growled. He didn't even get a chance to hear what he had to say.
Placing the time turner back in his pocket, he knew he had time left. He had wished he had his invisibility cloak. Grasping his wand tightly in his hand, he pointed it at the door.
"Accio cloak!" And all of a sudden it appeared in his hands, coming through the door. Placing it on him, he took off down the winding stairs and into the hall.
Dodging rubble and survivors and even dead bodies, he made his way out of the castle. Although some of the enemies retreated, some still stayed behind. He saw himself, Ron and Hermione dodge a mean giant only by mere inches and battle off a swarm of dementors with Aberforth, making sure to stay hidden and out of the way. He had almost gotten hit by a curse, if he hadn't jumped out of the way stealthily.
Running down the grassy land, he happened upon the whomping willow. He saw his past self enter the shack and quickly followed behind as the tree was occupied.
Slowly and carefully, he made his way down the deep, dank and narrow hall. The floor boards were broken and rickety.
Once he saw he, Hermione and Ron hiding as they watched what was happening before them, he couldn't bare to get any closer. So he stayed back.
The guttural cry from Professor Snape broke him as he heard Nagini make it's kill. He fell to the floor, holding himself as he cried, silently cursing as to why he just stood there and watched and didn't do anything to save him.
Once the past Harry, Hermione and Ron left, he slowly stood up and walked carefully into the shack. His heart fell. There was so much blood surrounding him and he was so pale.
Going to his side, he grabbed his hand. There was still a small faint pulse.
"P-Professor?" He croaked out, tears falling and streaming down his face. There was no response. He crumbled and began crying hard, throwing his glasses aside. What was the purpose of him coming back when he didn't even get to hear what he had to say? And he knew he'd never be able to will himself to do it again.
"H-Harry." He heard, in a very faint whisper. He quickly looked up and saw Severus looking at him, his eyes drifting in and out.
"Professor!" Harry said, placing his hand on his wounded neck. "Please, don't move." He said, studying him and wiping his tears away. "I'm so sorry, I should have done something. You don't deserve this-" he shook his head.
"No, it was my time to go." He said faintly. Harry shook his head. "We all have our ends, Harry, and this one is mine." Tears filled his eyes.
"I'm so sorry. . ."
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Look at me." And Harry did. "You have your mothers eyes. . . A women I loved dearly and was privileged to watch over her son." He let out a harsh cough and continued. "And I understand you and forgive you Harry." Tears began to fall. "Take them, take these and please. . . Forgive me, Harry." And with that, he let out one last sigh of almost relief and stopped.
