Y/N's POV

I ignored the cries of Hermione, pleading for me to come back to her as I exited the Chamber and made my way back to the library. When I arrived, Issac was still perched on a desk looking at the book.

"Are you alright?" Issac asked, able to tell I was upset from my face and the marks from Ron's punches.

I nodded and put on my emotionless face. "Yes, let's get on with this."

"They've gotten in you know," Issac said, referring to the Death Eaters, "you can hear them."

If I listened carefully I could hear the distant sounds of duelling, I didn't have long. Soon Voldemort would be looking for me or rather send someone to look for me.

"Then we don't have long do we." I said with a grimace, re-reading the pages of the book.

I looked at Issac, perhaps he wanted to be out there with Fred and George, fighting alongside his best friends. However, he gave me a look of pure determination that confirmed that he was more than happy to be helping me.

The noises from the battle were getting louder, I was filled with worry. How was Harry? How was Hermione? How was everyone else? Had anyone died? Explosions could be heard and distant yells that gradually got louder and louder.

"No time for dawdling Y/N!" Issac urged.

I regained my focus and looked at the page. I pulled out the Snitch from my pocket and looked at it. I remembered the words, I open at the close.

I placed the Snitch by my lips and closed my eyes. If there was ever a time to reveal whatever was in it, this would be the perfect time. The Snitch fluttered slightly before the metal shell broke open. As it opened, it revealed a black stone with a jagged crack, sat in the middle of the two halves of the Snitch.

Issac gasped. "Is that-is that the-"

"The Resurrection Stone." I answered plainly. "The bloody bastard knew, that's why he left me this."

"There's a note as well," Issac said, reaching out for the small piece of parchment then reading it out, "for you and for Harry."

"Harry has to die." I explained. "He's a Horcrux, he doesn't know. Dumbledore told me."

"You've known this whole time and you haven't told him?"

"It's Dumbledore, he'll have a plan or something for when it's the right moment to tell him."

Issac looked uncertain but for now let us move on.

"I don't need it," I said, handing Issac the Resurrection Stone, "you need to give it to Harry."

Issac nodded, I could trust him to successfully deliver it to Harry.

I then placed the Snitch down on the desk. "Here goes nothing."

Issac looked at me whilst I repeated the required incantation, pointing my wand at the Snitch. I thought long and hard about Hermione and about how much I loved her and how I wanted her to be the one who brought me back to this world, back to her.

"Anima Aeterma Est, Anima Aeterma Est, Anima Aeterma Est, Anima Esterma Est."

There was nothing. It hadn't worked. I was going to die.

But then suddenly I heard Issac let out a yell as I began levitating in the air. I couldn't control it, I was being dragged up. Inexplicable pain like no other began to course through my entire body. I could feel my eyes roll back as blood poured out of them. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I heard cracks, like my bones were breaking, this magical force was contorting my body in unnatural ways. It was like I was possessed, it seemed like what had happened to Katie Bell but worse.

Are you worthy of a second chance?

Who the fuck was talking?

Heir to the Dark Lord, born pure yet destined for evil. The murderer of many, you are not worthy of a second life. You must pay for your sins. You must die.

I had no idea who was speaking but the pain I was experiencing left me wanting to scream and yell. This was it, surely I was going to die now.

I thought as hard as I could, trying my best to ignore the painful sensations rushing all through my body. I promise to be good, I didn't want to do this. I was made to do this. I was just a kid.

You say you were forced down this path yet you murdered on your own account. You excuse your evil by saying you were made to do this yet you have acted like your are inherently evil.

Whoever this was had a point. I was a shitty person. I didn't deserve a second chance. The world would be so much better if I just died. Maybe this was my destiny. I had died already, what was so difficult about doing it a second time?

But then I remembered. Hermione Granger. The girl I had promised to marry, the girl I vowed to go back to after this was all over. I couldn't stand the thought of putting her through such pain.

To whoever this magical force was. Please, if you are to give me one more chance I will never take anything for granted again. I just want to be with the woman I love.

The mystical voice had now decided to shut up, the voice that was in control of my fate. My bones were broken and my own blood was pouring all over me. Out from my face and flowing onto the rest of my body. The pain was too severe, I couldn't do it anymore. I was dying. This was the final moments of my life. I wasn't deemed worthy to have a second chance.

As my eyes began to close, I could only think of one thing.

Tell Hermione I love her.

Third Person POV

The damage done to Y/N L/N was horrifying. Issac stood with tears as he watched the magic twist his brother's limbs in ways that were never possible. As the younger L/N slumped to the floor, his eyes were bloodshot as it seemed the veins in his eyes exploded - blood pouring everywhere.

Issac L/N would never be able to get this horrifying image out of his head. He looked at the book, frantically searching the bloodstained pages for advice. He was desperate but he knew that it was no use. His brother was as good as dead.

As he mourned his brother, the Snitch on the table gave a little flutter before shutting itself up. Issac instantly looked at it, perhaps it was a coincidence or perhaps the spell worked. But then he thought to himself, even if Y/N was resurrected to his current body, it looked in no fit state. His arm was dislocated and his face was empty and bloody.

There's no time for distractions, Issac thought to himself. He had a job to do, there was a war going on, Y/N wouldn't want him to waste his time mourning him. Trying his best to compose himself, he grabbed the Snitch and the Resurrection Stone and shoved it in his pocket before running out and trying to assist in any way.

As he walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, to where everyone else should've been he was filled with a sense of dread. He had a feeling that his little brother was not the only casualty in this war.

At last he saw some familiar faces, Fred and George alongside Harry, Ron and Hermione. Issac rushed over and yelled for their attention. As Issac made his way there, he stopped in his tracks. It couldn't be...on the floor he saw Fred Weasley with the ghost of a laugh etched on his face and George Weasley kneeled beside him, mourning his twin.

Upon seeing this Issac L/N thought his world might've just ended. In the space of a couple minutes he had lost not only his younger brother but one of his best friends. He instinctively kneeled beside George and looked at the corpse.

"We need to move! Now!" Harry yelled which snapped Issac quickly into reality.

"Harry! This is for you!" Issac said quickly, shoving the stone into his hand.

"What is it?" Harry asked before speaking again. "No time! I'll figure it out."

And with that, Harry, Ron and Hermione rushed off.

As the three ran off Hermione urged Harry. "You need to find out where he is!"

Harry closed his eyes and almost on command, he could see what Voldemort was doing.

"Bring me Snape." Voldemort commanded. "It is the only way and bring me my grandson."

The masked Death Eater nodded. Harry got an insight into Voldemort's mind. He was trying to be calm but there was a sense of fear within him. He was worried that his grandson had not tried to find him but assumed he was off fighting with the others. There was a glimpse of worry that his grandson was not actually on his side but he dismissed it easily.

"He's in the Shrieking Shack. The snake's with him, it's got some sort of magical protection around it. He's just sent someone to find Snape and Y/N." Harry explained.

"Voldemort's sitting in the Shrieking Shack?" said Hermione, outraged. "He's not-he's not even fighting?"

"He doesn't think he needs to fight," said Harry, "he thinks I'm going to go to him."

"But why?"

"He knows I'm after Horcruxes - he's keeping Nagini close beside him - obviously I'm going to have to go to him to get near the thing."

Before the three of them could formulate a plan, they were interrupted by the shouts of Death Eaters.

"POTTER!"

Harry looked frantic as he threw the Invisibility Cloak over the three of them. As they made their way through the castle they saw that there were more duelers all over the stairs and in the hall. There were Death Eaters everywhere Harry looked. Students ran in every direction; some carrying or dragging injured friends. Harry directed a Stunning Spell toward the masked Death Eater; it missed but nearly hit Neville, who had emerged from nowhere brandishing armfuls of Venomous Tentacular, which looped itself happily around the nearest Death Eater and began reeling him in.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sped towards the marble staircase: glass shattered on the left. The Slytherin hourglass that had recorded House points spilled its emeralds everywhere, so that people slipped and staggered as they ran. Two bodies fell from the balcony overhead as they reached the ground.

Screams of terror filled the air as the trio made their way towards the Whomping Willow. Harry felt fearful as they made their way into the tunnel, was this like Sirius? Was he leading his friends into a trap?

"Harry we're coming! Just get in there!" said Ron, pushing Harry forward.

Hermione then instructed Harry to put the Cloak on and he obliged. Moving forwards until he could hear voices.

"Let me bring you the boy, let me bring you Potter." Harry heard Snape say with great desperateness.

"Why did both the wands I have used fail when directed at Harry Potter?" asked Voldemort.

"I...I cannot answer that, my Lord."

"My wand of yew did everything of which I asked it, Severus, except to kill Harry Potter. Twice it failed. Ollivander told me under torture of the twin cores and told me to take another's wand. I did so, but still it did not work. I sought a third wand, Severus. The Elder Wand, the Wand of Destiny, the Deathstick. I took it from its previous master. I took it from the grave of Albus Dumbledore."

Snape looked pale as Voldemort continued. "I have sat here, wondering, why the Elder Wand refuses to be what it ought to be, refuses to perform as legend says it must perform for its rightful owner...and I think I have the answer."

Snape did not speak.

"The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. While you live, Severus, the Elder Wand cannot truly be mine."

"My Lord!" Snape protested.

"It cannot be any other way," said Voldemort. "I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand, and I master Potter at last."

With no remorse whatsoever, Voldemort turned to Nagini and spoke in Parseltongue. "Kill."

As Harry watched the snake kill Snape before disappearing with Voldemort, he crept into the room. When he was sure he was alone, he revealed himself and pulled the Cloak over him. As Harry bent over him, 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..."

Snape was crying, he was crying something silvery blue, neither gas nor liquid, it gushed from his mouth, his ears and his eyes and Harry knew what it was.

A flask, conjured from thin air, was thrust into his hand by Hermione and Harry began to collect the substance.

Harry searched Snape's eyes as the Professor stared at him in wonder. Snape's pupils dilated before his voice trailed off as he uttered his final words.

"You have your mother's eyes..."

And just like that, in such a short space of time, this brutal war had claimed the lives of Severus Snape, Fred Weasley and Y/N L/N plus many more.