34. Protego “COWARD!”
The word cut through the smoky air like a knife as the group tried to make its escape from the scene of the great wizard’s death. Bellatrix having set Hagrid’s hut aflame in their wake.
Snape effortless deflected familiar spell away from him, its home-grown words causing the professor no harm .
“Don’t you dare….Potter!” he spat with a snarl.
“Don’t you dare use my own spell against me.”
Yes, he revealed himself for who he used to be while in school. If only Potter could understand…not that he wanted to explain himself to the boy…young man.
Still, no one but the man who now lay dead at his own hand would know why he had done all of what he had done. No…not even him…not all of it anyway. There were things even the great Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore would never know much less understand of the man who he had…controlled all these years.
Severus Snape was an enigma, of his own choosing.
If only to shield himself from the effects of others.