Post by StormAngel on Jan 6, 2007 10:46:32 GMT -5
Erm... I rewrote 'Death'. Hope you like this piece better
It burned strangely, like ice, the cool touch of his fingers on her bare skin. The very feel of his touch brought her to new heights each time they met. The very feel of his cold, white tomb that he laid encased in now. He’s dead, gone forever into that dark, cold abyss named death. She still remembers her last words to him. The screams and shouts that had accompanied it. He had just kissed her forehead lightly before leaving. And now he’s gone. She felt so guilty, so sorry for the words that she had said. After his death, everyone noticed that she had changed. She never did smile anymore. She became cold, distant, at times, rude to all those around her. The woman in question looked up from her musings as the sounds of battle reached her. She stormed through the empty halls and through the front door, glowing a strange blue nimbus around herself. Everyone stopped, even the death eaters, gaping as they took in her appearance. She was glowing with her full powers combined with her anger at the one man that caused it all to happen. She stormed through the death eaters, killing all those that stood in her way between herself and Severus Snape. Finally reaching him, she pointed her wand at him. “Avada kedavra,” She cried out. His eyes widened slightly for a second, looking into the suddenly hard, cold look in her now black eyes, darkened by anger, before losing all life. Severus Snape died, puzzled. What he did not know, but what the woman’s friends know, is that when he killed Albus Dumbledore, he had also killed his best friend, lover, and most of all, his wife, Minerva McGonagall.
It burned strangely, like ice, the cool touch of his fingers on her bare skin. The very feel of his touch brought her to new heights each time they met. The very feel of his cold, white tomb that he laid encased in now. He’s dead, gone forever into that dark, cold abyss named death. She still remembers her last words to him. The screams and shouts that had accompanied it. He had just kissed her forehead lightly before leaving. And now he’s gone. She felt so guilty, so sorry for the words that she had said. After his death, everyone noticed that she had changed. She never did smile anymore. She became cold, distant, at times, rude to all those around her. The woman in question looked up from her musings as the sounds of battle reached her. She stormed through the empty halls and through the front door, glowing a strange blue nimbus around herself. Everyone stopped, even the death eaters, gaping as they took in her appearance. She was glowing with her full powers combined with her anger at the one man that caused it all to happen. She stormed through the death eaters, killing all those that stood in her way between herself and Severus Snape. Finally reaching him, she pointed her wand at him. “Avada kedavra,” She cried out. His eyes widened slightly for a second, looking into the suddenly hard, cold look in her now black eyes, darkened by anger, before losing all life. Severus Snape died, puzzled. What he did not know, but what the woman’s friends know, is that when he killed Albus Dumbledore, he had also killed his best friend, lover, and most of all, his wife, Minerva McGonagall.
