I became Voldemort

Chapter 147: Severus Snape

Lily Evans...

He preferred to call her that.

His stiff face trembled, as if some emotion was about to burst. But it finally calmed down.

The torrent of sadness had washed over him for more than ten years, and he seemed to be numb, or accustomed to the pain.

But sometimes the emptiness in his heart seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and something dark almost swallowed him.

He stood there for an unknown period of time, and then he exhaled a heavy breath of sorrow.

Then, he walked through the sculpture, walked through the street, and walked towards the church half-hidden in the wind not far away like a zombie.

His destination was the cemetery behind the church.

He didn't look like a living person, but more like a walking corpse, and this time it seemed like he was walking towards a home he longed for.

Severus Snape had died 12 years ago.

He walked sideways through the narrow gate of the cemetery and walked into the rows of gray tombstones, where many people were buried. There were "Abbot", "Longbottom", "Weasley"... and even "Dumbledore".

But none of these could attract Snape's attention.

Of course, after passing the tombstones of Dumbledore's father and sister, Snape slowed down.

Because he was very close.

Lily's grave was only two rows away from here, and Snape became extremely conflicted. He was excited and sad, his steps were light and heavy. But he didn't dare to make too much noise, as if he was afraid of disturbing a sleeping person.

"Lily..."

He stopped in front of a white marble tomb.

"Lily Potter

" Born on January 30, 1960.

"Died on October 31, 1981.

"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. "

He stared at the glowing inscription on the tombstone for a long time, as if he had become that pathetic voyeur again, spying on the happy life of the Potter family through the window.

But a tombstone is not a window, and it cannot reflect that beautiful and cheerful figure.

And all this was caused by him.

If possible, how he would like to see himself lying in that grave and Lily to be alive at this moment.

But this is impossible. Lily was dead... because of him...

He can only drag this body with a beating heart but already rotten to move on. Because there is someone who deserves to die more and is still alive.

Snape stood here for a long time, until the sky darkened, until the afterglow of the sunset dyed the sky red like blood.

During this time, a smile occasionally appeared on his face, although reality had already made him ravaged beyond recognition, Snape still felt joy when he recalled that brief time.

Then he seemed to have walked out of time and was surrounded by pain again.

The black robe moved, and a thin hand stretched out from it, holding a white lily in the hand. It was the only white thing on his body, and it was also the cleanest thing about him.

He placed the flower on one side of the tombstone, away from the side with "death" engraved on it.

Then he dragged his shaking body, left the cemetery, and walked to the end of the town.

Night fell gradually, and lights were turned on in every household.

The figures peeked out of the window and kept shaking. The Muggles could not see the Dementors, but still went out at night, flashing dim lights to drink in the bar.

But their moods were not high, because the Dementors almost lingered at the door of the bar and were unwilling to leave. They didn't want to miss the feast inside.

All the joy had nothing to do with Snape. He just walked to see the dilapidated and unattended house. It was not a happy place for him, but at least there were traces of Lily's life.

Soon he saw the house.

In the more than ten years since the night when the Dark Lord killed his beloved woman, the hedges have grown into a mess. The rubble was buried deep among the waist-high weeds. Most of the house was still standing, but the walls were covered with ivy, and only the right side of the roof of the top room was missing.

That was where the spell rebounded.

That night.. That's where Snape found Lily's body.

His heart felt like it was stabbed hard, and what hurt more than the pain was the regret.

Suddenly, Snape stopped, and stood there as if he was frozen. It was a little chilly in England in mid-October, but not that cold.

He just saw a person.

His soul seemed to be torn apart, and under the cold body, the blood flowed wildly, as if it was boiling.

Suddenly, the body seemed to come alive, and he quickly pulled out his wand. Countless dark spells kept flashing in his mind, and each spell was so clear, as if he had studied the dark magic for many years just for this moment!

Just to kill the person in front of him! - Tom Riddle!

He didn't look exactly the same as the one on the wanted poster. In the sunset, his hair was golden and he looked very handsome.

Snape saw him with hatred.

'How dare you show up here? Show up in this place! '

He thought painfully, and a strong sense of pleasure burst out in his heart.

He only needed one spell, the spell that the You-Know-Who was best at, to kill Tom Riddle and avenge Lily!

And he knew he might succeed, because the You-Know-Who in front of him was no longer the great You-Know-Who. His magic power was not as strong as before, otherwise he would not have been captured so easily by Dumbledore a few months ago.

Snape's fingertips holding the wand turned white because he was holding it too hard, he raised the wand high above his head.

He did not chant a spell, but his killing intent was stronger than ever, making the spell seem more powerful.

Avada -

the strong emotions in his mind were like a huge torrent hitting the crumbling river bank, this time it was stronger than ever before!

But when the spell was about to be shot out, Snape was surprised to find that the figure standing in the distance had disappeared.

The dim street was empty, with nothing.

Only a huge bird seemed to be startled by him and flew away from the messy grass.

It was as if it was just a ghost, an illusion of his guilty mind.

Snape lowered his arms in a daze, and for a moment he didn't know where he was.

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