Title: Too Late to Stop
Author: MelWil
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Archive: Just let me know where
Feedback: Is appreciated - lina_wilson@hotmail.com
Summary: “You still obsess over the witch.”
Author’s Note: Part of my Short Snaps series (other stories can be found through my ff.net profile, or found through my LJ) Inspired by ‘End of the World’ by Monaco

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“Step forward Severus Snape.”

His robes were wet, hanging heavy and awkward from his shoulders. He’d lost weight again.

He stepped up to the mark on the floor, careful to keep his eyes on the floor.

“My Lord.” His voice was measured to the last drop. Reverent, but without fear. Confident, but without bravado. Use the wrong tone and you might find yourself writhing in a heap on the ground.

“Your work is diligent. You are one of the finest when it comes to potions. We value your effort.” The voice became triumphant. “Severus Snape, you may step over the line.”

He stepped forward and the pain threw him to the floor. He closed his eyes, and angry images flashed through his brain. He could see his master’s face, hear his master’s voice.

“You must be very proud Severus.”

“I am, Master.”

“There is still one thing.”

“Yes Master?”

“You still obsess over the witch.”

“No!” He winced. “No!”

“You want to kill her, don’t you? Want to teach her the difference between right and wrong?”

Severus was silent.

“While you still love her, you will be weak. While you hate her, you will be weaker. Hate him instead. That is how you will succeed.”

“Yes master.”

“Congratulations, Severus. You are a Death Eater.”

His arm began to throb.