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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49900 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
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Author's Notes:
“.. through hardships, to the stars…”
First and foremost I would like to thank everyone who kept coming back to check if I was still alive and if there was any update from this story.
My writer’s block have been extensive for this story and so much has happened since July.
I managed to accomplish a successful recital for my students at that time, the ‘setting down’ to my own place and at another end of town was also quite good as I had been nearer my work and better incomea t the area.
Some of the weeks and months have been routinary and quite monotonous that I had relapses of my depression and also a bit bad on my health at some aspects.
There were so many things that has happened that became factors for me to not have enough focus to know how to continue this story.
I wasn’t completely on hiatus as everyone could see that I have updated the rest of my stories except for this one.
This is so special to me and closest to my heart that I can’t seem to put it down the right way despite that the end is just right there at the corner. Like the OC that I am, I have to brush things here and there and never finish or keep doing it all over again.
But most importantly this month had been extremely difficult.
As I’ve written in my other ANs on the other stories, my father just passed away. And though that was devastating beyond imaginable, I felt that it was a turning point, too much emotions in me that I had to let it out into a story and this story that I’ve been writing at the highest and lowest point in my life since I’ve began writing it gave a sort of fuel back to me to enable me to close this one chapter and move to the next so we can very soon go to the ending.
I'm sorry i had to burst that all our here cause it makes me feel extremely depress lately.
I had to miss so much into my writing and right now, my writing comforts me better than anything else in this world.
I know that everyone has been patient with me and with this story and I am grateful for all the comments. I would want to reply to everyone who made a comment but I’m too excited to post this chapter and I promise to write to everyone back.
The closer we get to the ending, the more it gets heavier for me to write as we not only go to the end and close a chapter of my life in a sense, but the weigh of the things and the last revelations become more and more difficult to reveal as if I am in the story, watching everything unfold and feeling everything that each character is feeling.

To Ines – my bestfriend and one of my oldest readers, I have not heard from you for a while and I hope that when you read this, know that you are always in my mind as I close the last few chapters of this story where we found one another and became really good friends.

Other than, I hope everyone at the other end of the world is doing way better than I am right now.
I love you all and despite that it is dark times at my end, I still am trying to send back love and light to everyone.

Chapter Seventy Two
Per Aspera Ad Astra

“The world does not need to know.” he repeated the words to him across the table. “No soul in the world would ever find out. Do you know how much you sound like your mother at this very moment?”
Draco looked away from him, guilt over his face.
He did not need to be reminded on how manipulative his mother was for he knew it very much.
It has taken him hours already and still, the bargain for which he begs his godfather won’t work.
He thought talking to him and giving him enough good reasons to give in to him would make him understand and thus, make him surrender to his will.
But he won’t be shaken off from the decision.
Sooner or later, he would have to use force.

“Please allow me to make things right.” he repeated but he can tell that he was not interested with the bargain for which he was offering him.
But he looked down, avoiding his gaze as he contemplated the offer.
He almost had his hopes up but he shook his head to his godson.

“The offer is tempting and very generous, Draco.” he said with a small smile. “But I have made up my mind. I have given her back her freedom and I will not take it back-“
“I am not talking about hers. It’s you that-“
“I have lived enough.” he gently interrupted him. “The curse is broken. I owe her a lifetime and I have repaid your mother with the life debt I owed her. I am a free man as it is.”
He didn’t believe him.
He knew that this was his way to sway things out because he didn’t believe that he deserved a good life after all those years.

“The curse is broken, Draco.” he told him. “She is free to live her life. As you are – all of you.”
His black eyes bored back to him and they stared at one another for quite some time wordlessly.
“The marriage. That wasn’t really to marry her, was it?” he suddenly asked him and for the first time, a gleam of interest was returned to him by his godfather. “That wasn’t for love. That was to secure her future.”
“You have become sharper through time, Draco.” Snape answered him with a tight nod.
Draco almost smiled at the compliment.
He straightened up over his seat across the table and nodded at Draco.
“I have fortune enough to last her good years to begin again.” he admitted to him now that all cards were being laid over the table. “I did not mean to marry her. I needed documents to seal everything. Once my will was done, she was meant to go.”
He looked back at him, contemplating the events that had been.
“But you didn’t get to marry her. That means that you were not able to seal your will to her name?”
“Yes, that is true.” he admitted to her. “But I always had a plan. Should that have failed, I had another set of documents for which she would inherit it all. I had her sign several things for which she did not understand before.”
He admired him always for his intelligence and ability not to neglect any detail.
“You never meant to marry her.” Draco said. “It was you…It was you, wasn’t it?”
His black eyes moved to him as he read his thoughts clearly.
“Yes.” he answered Draco. “I called for the Aurors that day.”
His black eyes returned to him as if it was something he didn’t want to tell Draco but now that things were being broken down into details and death was coming his way, there was no use of hiding anything.
“But…” Draco began trying to find the right words. “But you.. Why would… You wanted to be found? You wanted to be caught – to be taken to Azkaban-“
“Correct.” Snape admitted to him once more. “But they came earlier than I had expected. Remus Lupin did not get the letter I have sent and he was meant to read. The night before the wedding, I had taken down all the wards of the island and the wards around the perimeter of the cottage and days before that, I had signed us up at a public records. I knew that someone in that location used to work at the Ministry of Magic.”

The truth seemed too heavy or him to take in at that moment but it were all flowing towards him like an uncontrolled water dam.

He had hunches according to all the records and testimonial he had been studying for the case and now that it were all coming out from his godfather’s mouth, he knew that he had completely given up with life.

He had always meant to bring her back.

But things always got in the way and for a final attempt because he was sure that Hermione was never going to go back to the outside world as a decision of her own he had to content himself to devise a plan for it.

He may have wanted her all those years and had kept her but it was so obvious that he had been indecisive if he wanted to keep her or give her back the life she was supposed to have anyway.

He had loved her and that wasn’t a question.
But he was also just a man who was conflicted of his own life.
Nevertheless he always meant to bring her back and this truth was evidence enough.

He was right that they were no longer bounded by the curse and for it, he was willing to give back her life and go die alone in Azkaban with the same guilt he was having inside of him that was growing like a monster within as days were passing.

“But why would you do that?” he asked him as he could no longer contain himself, he reached over and grabbed him by the collar of his prison clothes. “Why would you do that to yourself?!”

He looked calmly back up at him, undisturbed by his actions towards him.

Draco looked as conflicted as ever.
“Did Narcissa’s love never taught you anything?” he asked Draco looking back at him.

He looked back at him, angry with himself and for one moment, angry with his mother who had weaved all these together.

And then he understood what he was trying to say – he was only trying to put to right all the wrongs that had ever been the way he wanted them to be. .

“Per aspera, ad astra..” Draco whispered back to him as he unclenched his fingers from around his clothes and moved back at him, eyes never leaving Snape.

She possibly regretted most of the things that has happened in the past several hours but right now, there was nothing she could do.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that the last words that she had given Snape were probably the last words he would ever have heard from her.

Did she regret it?
No, not really.

Because she felt like unburdening herself of all the years she had been carrying those truths inside her soul, to enable herself to scream all her frustrations and anger right at his face while he waited for an inevitable death at Azkaban - made her feel whole again – and most importantly, made her feel for the first time in ten years that she was back and in control.

She felt she was in control of her life once more.

Draco was right to tell her that she had so much hatred and angered buried inside of her and he had helped her expel it all out towards the man that made her life a living hell.

He made her survive, he helped her live through the war but the exchange had been great – a life was taken.

Therefore, a life must be taken in return.

Hermione looked back at her beautiful reflection by the mirror and a glint, a spark – a fire of life of some sort – appeared before her eyes that has not been there since the day that she had set Snape’s black robes on fire many years ago.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

Hermione’s eyes widened momentarily and all the anger and burning fire in them vanished.
It quickly replaced with a soft gaze, a sad look about her face.

“Something wrong?” Fleur asked her as she entered the room seeing the surprised look over her face.
“Nothing.” Hermione answered, eyes down. “Any word from Draco?”
“Nothing as well.” Fleur answered her back. “I’ll help you with your hair.”
She walked behind Hermione who was donned in a nightdress and bathrobe before wearing her wedding dress.

“Something is going on out there, isn’t it?” the bride had asked, curious and trying to meet Fleur’s eyes.
“There is always something out there.” Fleur simply answered her as she handed her a small chart of the things that were done for the wedding and who were tasked to do which and what.
The wedding preparation had taken too fast of a toll but everything had been done nicely and just on the right time.

Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were somewhere in the hotel floor checking the main guest list and anything else that was needed to be prepared for the wedding.
Harry had paid for a whole hotel floor with atleast twenty rooms for the Weasleys, for Bill and Fleur, for Hermione and for himself, for Lupin, one for the Minister of Magic and other excess rooms for clothes and supplies for the wedding.

And the clock was ticking but the groom was nowhere to be found.

Hermione stared back at her reflection and at the newspaper article that came out that morning.

Severus Snape’s trial was cut off and a verdict was going to be given within the day – at precisely the same time of her wedding.
He was obviously going to be given the final verdict after her vows with Harry.

He made sure that vows were to be made and sealed right before he gives the signal on Snape’s fate
She bit her lip, trying not to think of the ticking time.

Draco Malfoy was nowhere to be found.

He had promised her that he would do something for her, that he would save her from all of these and ensure that Snape lives.

But she had not heard from him, not a note even.
It wasn’t the Draco she knew of.
And the missing groom and the no-show of Draco hours into the wedding told her that something was not right.
“Harry’s still nowhere?” she asked unable to stop herself from doing so.
“It’s tradition that the groom doesn’t show up before the bride-to-be right before the wedding.” Fleur said gathering strands of hair behind her back to try out how she would do Hermione’s hair. “I didn’t see Bill until we were ready to take our vows down that aisle.”

Hermione quietly nodded and even if Fleur knew she didn’t buy her little story, she didn’t say anything else.

“Fleur, what if..” Hermione began unable to take her mind off from all of it. “What if-“
“Harry’s coming for sure.” Fleur simply cut her short. “It’s impossible that he does not show up. Now, hold still ‘Mione, I’m trying to fix it right back here.”
“And no word from Draco?”

Fleur stopped moving her hand around her hair and kept it high up in a gentle tug.
She looked as frustrated as she was but she tried to remain calm as it is.

“Things will be alright.” Fleur simply told her. “Harry will show up, you’ll here from that Malfoy boy and Snape…”
She had stopped as she wasn’t sure what to tell Hermione knowing that she was thinking anyway what the rest of the world thought that Snape deserves.

“I’m sorry.” Hermione had said shortly looking back at the mirror at herself. “I should not pressure everyone..”
“I’m sorry too.” Fleur said and gently this time, she began combing her hair. “I know this is not easy but we’re trying to remain as it is. I know you’re worried.”
“For both of them.” Hermione answered. “For the both of them.”
“He’ll be fine.” Fleur answered her. “He’ll come. I don’t think he’ll prepare for something as grand as all these to bail at the end of the line.”

Hermione looked back at her and nodded, her eyes back on the paper a few inches from her.
She didn’t really want any of them to suffer or die by the decisions and consequences that were from the past.
But right now something felt terribly wrong and she was sure that death was coming if not towards one of them, then all of them.
She didn’t understand why she had to suffer all these for a love that was never and one that was never meant to happen either.
Harry was right – fate had been cruel to them all and it was now going to take another life for sure.
Snape was no different either – he always knew that things would never end up as a happy ending but nevertheless, he loved her and protected her despite it all.
But he took her life and in return for his protection and so-called love, he took the life she was meant to live with Harry away and so much hatred in that reality was consuming her at the moment for the life that was now being forced to her.

And Draco.

He seemed the only person now who does have the good intention for her so it wasn’t going to make sense if he was just going to abandon her.

She never really knew Draco and yet she felt that she trusted him more than she now trusted the other two.
He had never been kind to her in their growing up life but he was sure making amends beyond necessary.

Where was he exactly?

It worried her.
She couldn’t lose Draco.
Not after everything and not now more than ever.

Hermione sighed heavily as she stared back at her reflection.

No, Harry was not going to bail out on her.
Never.
He had always wanted to marry her and always wanted to be with her.
That decision was made clear more than ten years ago and she knew that wasn’t going to change.
She knew of his determination up to the last time she had seen him.
He was willing to do whatever it takes to marry her and that was a positive thought and a threat to her all the same time.
Unless something truly riveting has changed, Harry would never abandon her on their wedding day of all days.

There was a sound of a movement, a thug and something painful behind his neck.
There was a feel of air about his face and the smell of something akin to ocean water.
And then there were the sound of waves.

“Mr. Malfoy?”
A voice that sounded far came but the name he heard was clear.
He knew that name, he knew it somehow.
“Mr. Draco Malfoy?”

The voice was reluctant and was seemingly doubtful of something.
He tried to move but he felt like his whole body had recoiled or was recovering from something heavy or some damage.
He could barely move a muscle with the pain over his body but he could move.
He could try to move and get up from wherever he was lying on.

What has happened exactly?

“He’s fine, get him up, get him up.” the voice commanded in a hurry.

Two pairs of hands claimed him and gently dragged him off from the floor.

No sooner than he expected, he had been taken into a room or had suddenly felt the comfort of bed.
It has been a long time since he felt this comfortable.

“Should we call his family or something?” asked a voice.
“He doesn’t have a family anymore.” answered a firmer voice. “He does not have friends?”
“He is the same as Mr. Harry Potter’s year at Hogwarts.” some small voice answered. “But I doubt they’ve been friends.”
“Can’t we just contact anyone?” asked a frustrated voice. “What the hell was he doing out there?
“Maybe drunk.” answered the other voice. “Losing this case was definitely at toll on him. I heard he was good but I guess he couldn’t save this one client.”
“Of all the clients he couldn’t save.” commented another. “Aren’t they related?”
“You mean they were both Death Eaters?” answered another.
“I mean related like relatives.” sarcastically answered another voice.
“I know he’s the godfather.” answered the voice with command. “His father took his life and well, his mother has also long gone. He doesn’t have anyone. Now get this done because I don’t want paperwork.”

‘He doesn’t have anyone…’

Why did that phrase sound too hurtful? Too real?

“What’s going on..” he tried to speak but only very little amount of voice came about from him. “What’s going.. help..”

It didn’t sound right.
Not his words, but his voice.

“Mr. Malfoy!” one of the voices exclaimed and he felt bodies nearing the bed he was on. “Mr. Malfoy, can you hear us?”
He groaned audibly and the movements around him gave him the feeling that he was being taken somewhere or being tended to with the pain around his body.
“Draco?” an old woman’s gentle voice called his name out. “I’m a Healer and we will try to help you out. Do you remember who did this to you?”
He tried to answer but he couldn’t find his voice.

He tried to swallow hard and clear his voice and tried as hard as he could to keep his mind steady, to focus and to think clearly.
Something didn’t feel right.
No, something didn’t sound right.

“Mr. Malfoy?” asked the firm voice again. “Do you remember who did this to you?”

He could move better but slower and although he felt that his throat felt normal again and maybe he can speak again, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong.

He was being moved around and he felt every bit of his skin was being touched or checked as if they were looking for something.

“No other injuries?” the woman’s voice asked. “Anything else? Check his pulse. Just check everything.”

There were sounds of rush and he was being moved again as hands checked around his arms and wrists, his pulse over his neck and voices counting several things after another.

“Draco..” he croaked out.

Everything sounded normal.
Everything except for one.

His voice didn’t sound like his voice and neither did it feel like it.

He tried to focus, to think what has occurred in the past several hours but his mind felt clouded or rather blocked with something.
He was forcing himself to move by the moment and to think deeper, think better.
Something was clearly not right.

His mind raced, reeling back and forth into what was happening and what he was trying to recall that seemed taken from his head or was being blocked.

Draco Malfoy.

He was being called Draco Malfoy.
But that didn’t sound right.

“Is he going to be alright?” asked a softer voice this time around. “Is there really nobody we can alert about him? What the hell was he doing out there?”

There was definitely a crowd around him now.

“He’s fine.” another answered. “Must have been knocked out. He needs to stay on the bed for a few more hours or so. I need to put bandages over his little cut here.”
He felt a finger run around his temple.
“But will he make it into the trial?” asked the voice. “The verdict is in a few hours’ time, isn’t that?”
“It’s not like he can still do anything about it. The verdict will be given and I think the world knows what it will be.”

There was silence around the room except for the sound of movements of the people around him.

“And Severus Snape will die?” asked the voice.
Another pause.
“Yes.” answered the other. “Severus Snape will surely be sentenced to death.”

Severus Snape will die.
Death.
Snape.
Severus Snape.

He knew that name.
He knew that name much better than the other name.

He knew that name better than anyone else’s simply because that was his name.

And out of the haze, the sounds and the confusion around him, he felt like reality had slapped him out of the current reverie he was floating in.

He was out of the limbo in a snap.

“I need to go..” he gasped suddenly struggling to get out of the bed. “I need to…”

The moment he got up, he felt all hands over him, trying to calm him down, voices echoing after another upon seeing the panicked rushing to him and his struggle to get off the bed and get the wires off him.

He barely heard himself as he complained and struggled against the pair of hands trying to get him back down.

“Mr. Malfoy, please!” one of the voices pleaded. “We need to heal your wounds and the cut around your head. Please calm down!”
“Malfoy – I’m not -“ he croaked out trying to open his eyes better to refocus his visions. “What are you – Draco – where’s Draco?”

“Mr. Malfoy, please stay still.” a voice commanded and he felt something sharp at the side of his arm and he knew he was being sedated back to calm down. “Draco, please. Calm down. We’ll help you out. You’ll get to the verdict of your godfather.”

Something was wrong with that phrase.
But he wasn’t sure what to say or think.
Thoughts and words were all barred inside his head that he could barely form words and speak what was on his mind.

“Help me..” he croaked out as his visions refocused as the same time he felt his body weakening. “Help me get…No, I’m not… No… this.. this isn’t… I’m not..”

His voice was weak and soft.
But his eyes could see better by the moment.
He was in a white room and that affirmed the thought that he was in a sort of infirmary.
And the people around him were obviously Healers as he would take to assume.

“Snape..” he suddenly blurted out unable to understand why. “Snape.”
Another pause around him and even movements were halted.

“Mr. Malfoy?” asked a voice and he felt a gentle hand reach over his left hand.
Something didn’t feel right about his left hand as the hand came over to help him out to settle better over the bed.
“Mr. Malfoy, you’ll be alright.” assured the voice. “We’ll get you better in a few and you can go to your godfather’s verdict today. But you have to remain calm.”
“I’m..” he tried to say more but his eyes caught attention on something around the room. “I am.. I don’t.. “

A spark and glint that came from a mirror came to take his attention.
His eyes narrowed, he had glimpsed something different, something wrong.

“Mirror..” he suddenly asked, heart beginning to race as his mind felt corrupt at the moment to comprehend what he had just scene and what he was hearing or feeling all around him. “Mirror…”

“Mr. Malfoy?” the Medi-Witch next to him asked in confusion looking at her other colleagues.
He moved about the bed, trying to get farther to reach to the mirror across the room.
“Sedate him again.” a voice gently advised. “I don’t think the first infuse was going to do any - Mr. Malfoy!”
The Medi-Witches gasped as in one strong thug and push, he pushed himself off from them and off from the bed.
He staggered as he hit the floor very painfully.
He cried out in pain but he struggled to get up, to move forward, right across the room.
The people around him panicked at what he tried to do but he pushed every hand that came on him and everybody that came closer to him.
He focused his attention across the room where a hospital mirror hung widely and clearly.

He staggered as he pushed and fought his way towards the opposite wall.

His heart was beating faster as he moved closer to the mirror, his voice stuck in his throat and his head spinning in great pain at what he was seeing.
It was impossible.

It was terribly impossible.
And it was horribly wrong.

He felt he was dragging the hospital robes and wires connected to him and he struggled to remove the bandages around his head as he staggered and reached the opposite wall.
He held up his shaking body and shaking hands.
His eyes narrowed in fear.

These weren’t his hands.

This body didn’t feel like his body.

And just like that, reality had hit him hard.

“No..” he gasped loudly in fear as the realization came and washed all over him as he fell forward the wall opposite him and held himself up by landing both hands over the wall where the mirror was.

He barely had enough time to really comprehend the situation but he had enough time to see his reflection very clearly before two pairs of hands dragged him away from the mirror.

He must have been screaming inside or loudly out of fear.
But he was screaming.

And then a sharp pain was shot twice at his left arm as a strong type of sedative was infused right at him.

He felt his visions blurring, his head spinning horribly and his fingers weakening very fast as if life was leaving his body in a mili-second phase.

But before he lost consciousness he was goddamn sure of one thing.
As he stared at his reflection, he knew that it wasn’t a pair of black eyes he was seeing nor long, lanky and dirty raven hair.

“Mr. Malfoy, please calm down.” an echo of a voice came. “Please, Draco..”

What he saw was golden sleek of blonde hair and not a pair of black eyes stared back at him at the reflection.
The horrible truth that was akin to a nightmare began to sink in him.

“What have you done..” he thought miserably and out of anger as the sedative took strong effect on him and he found his visions blurring and his body giving up. “What have you done, Draco…”

Instead in its place, a pair of beautiful gray-blue eyes – wide and terrified – stared back at him at the very brief moment that he had the chance to look upon his reflection that he thought was his own.

He waited in silence, in batted breath.
He lay in the darkness of the Azkaban cell and he knew that as the minutes ticked by, moving moment by moment closer to three in the afternoon, he knew that he had come into the right choice.

This was the right choice.
No, this was the only choice.

It had begun with him and it was right that it should end with him as well.

He remembers everything now and he knew that because of love, this weave of events took place – dragging along souls that weren’t supposed to be dragged in and definitely destroying the lives of more than one person.

He knew his mother love him deeply.
But that wasn’t love or the love that he knows to be true.
He would never be able to talk to her again but he forgives her for what she has done for she was his mother.
And he could hardly blame her for what she had done.
It was a mother’s love – and how wrong she may have been – her love definitely knew no boundaries.

Was it a sin to love that much?

No, he didn’t think so.

And that is why he was there, in the place where he should not have been – where he should never have to be.

He took the place of a man whom he knew deserve a life after all of what he had endured even in the early years of his life.

His godfather may not have been completely innocent, but he knew that he does not deserve to die horribly at the hands of the Dementors.
He mostly didn’t have a choice in his life and he was going to give him the same fate – only this time, the advantage was his and not of another’s.

His godfather deserve to live a life with or without Hermione Granger.

And Hermione, his beloved Hermione.

She would survive.
She would live a life again and she would return to her old self – he was sure of it.
She was a survivor and she would survive herself and the present predicament she was in.
He was sure that Harry would take good care of her and upon the realization that will soon dawn on his godfather, he was assured that he wouldn’t let Harry Potter harm her.
She was going to be safe no matter the outcome and consequences of his choices.

She would soon live a better life.

And he would then be at peace of himself knowing that he had rewritten fate and righted all the wrongs that have been.

A forbidden love, his forbidden rapture towards the Muggle-Born he had fallen in love with had begun and caused all of this and he was going to make things right.
That love had caused so much pain that it was impossible to forgive the past so he was going to rewrite the future that was meant to happen while it hasn’t yet.

One broken soul had caused so much damage that it broke all others.
But it should and would not remain that way any longer.
He was going to save Hermione’s life as well as his godfather’s and by doing so, he could finally be at peace to forgive himself.

And maybe someday, in some land of reverie, his own mother would learn to forgive him for what he was about to commit.

He had lived not a perfect life but it was good enough to have the chance to let Hermione know how much he loves her.

“Per aspera, ad astra…” he whispered to himself as he repeated the mantra in his head to calm himself, to remain focused at what he must do and what must be done.

Draco looked up from the Azkaban cell, garbed in prisoner clothes, long dark and lanky hair across his face and longer thinner physical features greeted the Azkaban Auror guard when he opened the gates of his cell.

He looked at the figure before him, no sadness nor emotion towards the man he was to take out of the cell to be brought about to his destiny.

“It’s time.” the Auror simply said walking inside and another pair of Aurors walking behind him to take him out of his seat.

He didn’t say anything nor did he meet their eyes.
He didn’t even do anything and even adjusted his wrist as they bounded him magically away from the cell and bounded him the way prisoners were held when they were to be taken out of the cell.

“If you try anything, we have been given permission to kill you.”
One of the guards warned him showing their wands at his face

He still didn’t say anything.

Ofcourse that wasn’t true.
He knew protocols and if he does try something, all they were allowed to do was stun him and use a very powerful spell to attack him but not kill him.
But it wasn’t like he can still do anything.
Snape’s physical form had been very weak after spending months in Azkaban and without a wand, his magic and skills were being drained down.
And those features would be left in the body and be taken in by the new bearer of it.

Draco stood up, a glint in his eyes as he focused on the stone floor he was walking onto from Snape’s Azkaban cell.

Life had given him too much and too little at the same time.
He had grown comfortable into the life he knew he did not or never deserved at all.
It was time to give what wasn’t his to begin with.

Draco Malfoy nodded at the guards and slowly looked up, face and chin up, bravery written all over his face as he began to be walked out of the cell.

He closed his eyes for a moment, a curt nod and a very small smile creased and appeared at the side of his lips.

This was his fate.

He was going to embrace it for better or for worse.

And he didn’t want fear to consume him any longer.

Tears consumed the side of his face but he ignored it.
Ofcourse he was afraid.
Not of death, but of never having to see her again and bid her goodbye.

She was never going to see the light in her eyes and the bright life she had always been.

He was afraid of never going to see her again but he knew that life had been to kind to him for all the crimes he had committed and escaped from.

It was time to repay debts.
It was indeed time.
He was about to die.
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