He did not know why he was doing it, why he was approaching the dying man: he did not know what he felt as he saw Snape’s at his neck. Harry took off the invisibility cloak and looked down upon the man he hated, whose widening black eyes found Harry as he cried to speak.
Harry bent over him, and Snape seized the front of his robes and pulled him close. A terrible rasping, gurgling noise issued from Snape’s throat.
“Take … it… . Take … it… .”
Something more than blood was leaking from Snape. Silvery blue, neither gas nor liquid, it gushed form his mouth and his ears and his eyes, and Harry knew what it was, but did not know what to do.
A flask, conjured from thin air, was thrust into his shaking hand by Hermione. Harry lifted the silvery substance into it with his wand. When the flask was full to the brim, and Snape looked as though there was no blood left in him, his grip on Harry’s robes slackened.
“Look … at … me… .” he whispered.
The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.
[Chapter 30, “The Elder Wand”, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows]
So after watching The Lost Boys yesterday I decided to make this …
Love The Lost Boys <3 .. fantastic movie!
Da gibt’s nichts zu bedauern und nichts zu staun’.
Das ist genauso normal wie Kaugummi kauen.
Doch die meisten werden sich das niemals trauen.
|—||Die Ärzte, Lied “M & F” (Männer & Frauen)|