The Courtyard, Hogwarts Castle Grounds, Wizarding World...
Biting, ripping, tearing, and knowing at the flesh of the death eaters foolish enough to think that their petty sticks of wood were a match for him and their feeble magics had any effect, The crazed half-were Severus Snape moved about the courtyard leaving a trail of crimson blood and mangled bodies in his wake as the terrifying potential power of the Alpha Hound Of Hircine had been on display before all who had come across it.
The thunderous beating of his heart coupled with his pulsing beast blood as it boiled within his very veins only made him more ferocious in the wake of his mate's apparent kidnapping on the battlefield.
Order members unlucky enough to cross his path knew they were better off getting about as far away from the rampaging werewolf as possible.
Snape saw only blood as he cut down would-be attacker after would-be attacker in a bid to find his mate. The scream from the terrified Hermione Granger only made his desperation to have her back all the more profound as he spilled more than his fair share of wizarding and giant blood alike in his pursuit of the one who had dared touch what belonged to him.
He cared not for either side's manipulation of him beforehand and was less thrilled about it as a were-beast. All he cared for was his witch as their bond was the only means of securing his allegiance in the war.
He could smell the culprit, the deranged cackling witch known as Bellatrix Lestrange standing amid the dust as she got a kick out of how brutal and rampaging Snape had become from the simple act of stealing away his muggle-born lover.
With his obsidian eyes blazing in hatred, he quickly seized the now stunned witch about the throat as he began to strangle her to death for her audacity in even laying her filthy hands upon his mate. The chaotic dark eyes of the despot's last general of his dwindling death eater forces found that she could not so easily overpower nor escape the grasp of the steamed werewolf wizard.
"Filthy mortal whore!" hissed Snape with a deep growl that rumbled like thunder from his own throat as he continued to tighten his grip upon her weak mortal throat." WHERE IS THE FEMALE!?"
Bellatrix attempted to laugh but found herself not only choking to the point of blacking out but having her head rammed into a nearby tree.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE WHORE!?" growled Snape not in the mood for her antics. "TELL ME WHERE THE FEMALE IS OR DIE HERE AND NOW!"
Bellatrix met his eyes and knew for the first time since she'd known Severus Snape, that he meant to kill her and there was no one who could stop him.
"S-She's with the dark lord," replied Bellatrix, her face a mask of absolute agony in the wake of being strangled by the half-were wizard.
His claw-like fingernails dug into the pale white flesh of her long and elegant neck causing it to bleed where his fingers were inserted to cause the maximum amount of pain. As he glared at the one responsible for the despot having his mate in his clutches, Snape merely settled for breaking the leg of the mad witch in a bid to teach her, her place in the new world without her twisted master.
Bellatrix let out a pain-filled scream and collapsed onto the ground unable to move for fear of the brutal beast coming back to finish the assault.
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Dust Filled Center Courtyard, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...
A deep growl resounded from within Snape as he stepped into the center of the courtyard where his rage-blazing obsidian eyes met those unsettling murderous red orbs that belonged to none other than the dastardly vile and vastly villainous despot, Voldemort himself.
"How good of you to join us-s-s-S S-S-S-Severussss." he said in his usual serpent hiss.
Snape's obsidian gaze had been fixed upon the seemingly decrepit flesh sack that had once been his "master". He held his wand at the tear stricken Hermione Granger's throat along with his disgustingly deathlike fingers.
"I was-s-s-s beginning to think that you had lost your way." continued the despot in the same familiar hiss speech.
Not far from them, Snape could see the source of Hermione's tears as she had never been afraid of the despot enough to garner an emotion beyond hatred. At the other end of the center of the courtyard, lay a fallen Harry James Potter seeming for all the like that death had finally taken him.
"As you can s-s-see, S-S-Severus-s-s the boy has been taken care of, and now there is no one who can withstand my power." bragged the serpentine wizard.
Snape's gaze had not left the son of his former best friend as his body lay along the rubble of the stone courtyard. He had fought for years to ensure the safety of the loudmouth little nuisance and now here he lay dead as if all those years of inner turmoil and sadness were for naught.
The rage continued to blaze deep within as his eyes shifted from the body of the dead boy toward his sorrowful witch. The glowing of the legendary Rivermist Plant had been in effect as he noted the dark shade of blue that seemed to radiate within as an indication of her profound sadness. He let out a faint whimper in reaction to her heartache before his rage once more took hold.
"RELEASE MY WITCH FLESH SACK!" demanded the beast within.
Voldemort simply stared down the half-beast before him.
"Your precious-s-s little Mud-blood whore and I have become well-acquainted as-s-s of late," replied Voldemort in something of a prideful tone. "It is such a shame you resolved yourself to disobey me S-S-Severus-s-s, but I will impart a bit of knowledge unto you that no one knew of before this day, it was never my intention to murder your first Mudblood whore...she took it upon herself to leap into the line of fire to save a child she had no use for as she was carrying a second seed of that despicable blood traitor she married in place of you."
Hermione's eyes widened when she realized that Voldemort was speaking of Harry's mother. She turned her attention to Snape and then to the fallen Harry who had not known he would have had a younger sibling had the despot not murdered his mother.
Voldemort's red eyes began to glow in malice as he noted the semi-confused expression on the face of his former spy.
"Before she met her untimely end, she wished for you to become godfather to her unborn child...how fitting you are the reason for the nonexistence of said child." taunted Voldemort. "Such a vast set of circumstances that even a being little more than a beast at heart could comprehend is it not?"
As the despot spoke, Snape's keen ears picked up the sound of what had been a deep gasp coming from the place on the ground where the body of the young Harry Potter had been lying.
The werewolf Potions Master was quite sure he was the only one who heard it given the despot's need for a monologue in the middle of a battle, he'd been so engrossed in his little anecdote from the night of the Potter family's murder that he could not have possibly heard it himself.
Hermione was focused on him noting instinctively that something more was going on with him as he stood with his claws out poised to pounce on the rambling old fool who held her in his clutches.
"I've defeated the wizarding world's-s-s only hope of s-s-surviving my reign...what chance does-s-s a brutish mutt like you have against me, the greatest wizard the wizarding world had ever s-s-seen?" continued Voldemort bolstering his no doubt all ready inflated ego.
As he spoke he had not noted that Harry Potter's hand had shifted and his wand lay only an inch away from it.
Snape could hear the beating of a young heart returning to its full strength and his dark eyes were once more fixated upon the despot while he drummed on about how magnificent he was and the colossal failure of the Order of Phoenix not once but twice to stop him from achieving his ultimate goal.
By the time the so-called dark wizard went on to compare himself to Dumbledore, Hermione's amber eyes caught sight of Harry Potter's hand gripping his wand.
{"Hear me Snape..."} said a voice in the mind of the half-were wizard. {"I can get Hermione to safety, but you'll have to do the rest."}
The half-were wizard briefly nodded so that Harry could see he acknowledged his plan. It was by this time that Hermione guessed that there was something about to happen and readied herself for it without alerting the despot who could very easily invade her mind and discover the steps related to what was yet to occur.
{"NOW!"} said Harry suddenly sitting up from his position on the ground and aiming his wand at Hermione. "ACCIO HERMIONE!"
Before the despot could compose himself in the wake of Hermione Granger being ripped from him, the half-were wizard rushed upon him just as he was aiming his wand and saying the words of the killing curse.
"AVADA KEDA-VE...!" shouted Voldemort just as the enraged were-beast's claw went through his torso and stuck out through his spine.
Snape's obsidian gaze was filled with absolute hatred as he managed to impale the despot via his clawed hand in one furious motion. The life of the seventy-one-year-old Tom Riddle Jr. flashed before his very red glowing eyes as he noted his failures and the cause of them all too late in the wake of his apparent demise at the hands of his most unlikely of enemies.
Again, it had been his own self-absorbed mind that had not seen the signs of what was yet to come in the wake of his murder of Lily and James Potter.
"RA..." concluded Voldemort with the completion of the killing curse as the dark green blast exited his wand and struck the impaling were-beast in the torso.
The accursed black blood of the monstrous tyrant known as Voldemort oozed from his impaled wound and all over the clawed arm of Severus Snape before the were-beast collapsed onto the ground not breathing in the wake of being struck by the killing curse.
During their fall, Voldemort's body was released from being impaled upon Snape's clawed hand and dropped a few meters away from him. Harry Potter was examined by Hermione Granger upon her arrival at his side via the spell that saved her life and allowed Snape to finally put an end to the Despot known as Voldemort.
Sadly, his emerald green eyes had been the first to note that Snape's body had not shifted since his fall and he was yet to draw breath. A look of pure anguish filed across his young pale face as he took in the ramifications of what had just occurred between his Potions Professor guardian and his most hated enemy.
"SNAPE!" he shouted scrambling to his feet as tears streamed down his cheeks.
Hermione had been right behind him as she too took notice of the fallen half-werewolf.
"SEVERUS!" she shouted hoping and praying that she was mistaken about what her eyes saw before her.