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Severus Snape sat in an Azkaban cell, wondering if he made the right choices in life. Many years ago, he could recall the exact moment he planned to end it all. The dour man could remember the very day he was sexually assaulted by the so-called Marauder and never forgiven by his first friend, Lily Evans. The Potion Geek had spent days and nights awaiting her outside the Fat Lady, gaining odd looks from the passing Gryffindors. His actions only caused him to become a bigger target for his bullies and the Fat Lady took pity on him and asked him to leave.
Severus had truly believed at the time that death was the only solution. But then, a deity had saved him from that quick death and begged him to live, stating how his life was important to bring greatness into the world... And he did. He helped Harry Potter defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort indirectly. He. nearly gave his life for this to succeed. But the stubborn Gryffindor had returned to the Shack and saved his life with the Elder wands strength and various healing spells.
Not a day later, after finally awakening from his horrible injury, he was faced with a trial, unbeknownst to the Potter spawn and the verdict sent him straight into a cell. The Potion Master wasn't surprised. His crime for killing Albus Dumbledore was surely something drastic. Killing Albus did bring him severe depression and brought back his lapsing scenes. He lived with the horror of killing his mentor and the man that saved him from the dark, even if he used him as well. He openly accepted this instead to make amends.
So there he sat, staring out his barred window at the incoming storm and sighed heavily. Despite the Dementors return, they didn't approach him since he never had any happy thoughts, thus often left alone. A few guards had tried to reach his cell to physically beat him but being placed in the furthest cell forced them to go through crowds of Dementors so they didn't dare do so.
He was so deep in thought (cleaning his Occlumency shields), he didn't notice when footsteps approached from afar and he froze insight of a familiar set of grey old hair and twinkling blue eyes with a malicious grin and dark expression.
"Hello again, Severus my boy..."
"Albus?"
Lady Magic watched as one of her children's core resparked and gasped as he stood back up in his marble coffin. It disturbed her greatly and she turned to her son, Death, for answers. In his cape and holding his scythe, the younger deity was rather uncomfortable with this turn of events and nervously chewed his lip. After so long, he whispered the truth. How Albus and summoned him by owning all three Horcruxes and asked for himself to avoid death at least once. When Death tried to deny this request, he threatened him with the death of his master, Young Harry. Lady Magic cursed at this and glared at the reborn old man.
"Well... Looks like fate will take a spin for the worse..." She muttered as seeing her little daughter floating towards Ottery St Catchpole, where a little Ravenclaw seer slept soundly with her friends...
"Luna? What's going on?" Harry asked when his younger female friends stumbled into the kitchen late that night. Harry usually woke up by nightmares but he thought she wasn't that type of light sleeper. "You... You okay?
She turned to him with glowing eyes as her lips opened and something that would change the world... occurred before his eyes...
'To live and Die, Death do both apart...'
'But one Wixen managed to fight this wrath...'
'Torn by the selfish, hidden in carts...'
'The Secret of truth set the Right Path...'
'So make your choice, and make it true...'
'For the destiny of all lies between the two...'
'Two heroes who've fought side-by-side...'
'Indirectly protecting, aiding and to raise...'
'Let magic flow... Let yourself go...'
''The Master of Death and Prince of Minds...'
'For the Victor of Times, lies among the confined...'
Harry quickly caught Luna before she toppled over with wide eyes as he realised something crucial... A new prophecy had awakened... And this seemed directed to him personally and someone by the name of ' The Prince of Minds...'
"It can't be... He's alive?"