2. Avada Kedavra
He nearly flew like the bat he was often likened to as he made his way up to the astronomy tower. Time was of the essence and he knew that the moment was upon them. The moment he had been dreading all term since first learning of Draco’s assignment.
“Mr. Malfoy is to kill you,” the younger man told the wizened wizard whose fate would be chosen this very night.
“So be it,” Dumbledore returned, the two both knowing his time was short anyway.
The memory was clear as day yet as he got closer and closer to the highest point of the castle, his heart often thought as empty beat heavily within his chest. Finally Snape came across the scene, the blonde haired boy standing across from the white with his fellow death eaters circled round.
This was it…now or never. It was either him or leave the man who he had trusted his life and very soul for years to the likes of Bellatrix and Greyback.
And with two simply words as his wand was raised, the line was drawn and his decision was made.
“Avada Kedavra!”