Finally it was all dark again, the last things he saw was the horrified looks of Ron and Hermione and the teary eyes of Harry. Of course he regrets making the three teenagers see him like that; thrown to the ground, extremely injured, his throat completely covered in merciless bite marks that Nagini landed on him after Voldemort's order to kill him.

After all, only one could survive and the Elder Wand could belong to only one wizard. The dark lord.

It was cold and lonely, but Snape could at least be dead now like he always wanted. Since Lily died he stopped having so much hope in himself. Was it his fault after all? Many could say that it wasn't but a part of him knew that indirectly he was foolish to trust the dark lord. It was part of the problem. It hurt.

But now there was only silence and light...? An uncomfortable light, Severus' eyes opened uncomfortably and his body still ached but strangely seemed stable. But why? Was he still alive? How?

The room was familiar, and in that moment he really hoped it wasn't... you. Oh, how much longer will the world give him chances? Chances he knows he doesn't deserve...

Severus opens his mouth trying to call your name and make sure the situation was really what he thought, but, without success. His neck still hurt a lot and his voice didn't come out beyond a restricted sound of pain on a low pitch.