Legend of the Lost - Chapter 2: Cradling the Dead
Snape was shivering. For hours, he had been shivering. He hated it. It made him look weak. Not that anyone was watching him, not in this place. But he knew it was so, and it twisted him up inside. He thought of trying to cast a spell to stop himself, but somehow he knew he could not. His magic…his magic was gone, dried up like seaweed on the shore, ebbed out like the waves from the sand, leaving nothing behind but a heavy sogginess, motionless and deathly white.
He felt the creeping cunning of death, the thing his old master the Dark Lord had feared so innately, and yet he felt beyond the point of fighting or fearing it. His body was in agony, but his emotions were numb. Resignation reigned, and a knowing that the dark was his to own. He had chosen it long ago, and he would forever be one with that choice which could not be undone, that nightmare which could not be cast off.
Another stabbing pain thrust its way down his neck, and he struggled against a
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