Into The White

Snape felt his memories leaking out of him, his eyes locked with Harry Potter's.

Then the world went white, all except those eyes, and as it dimmed down, the black hair wasn't so black anymore, and the eyes he was staring into were smiling. "Severus?"

He was standing in a vast field of white. All around him were people he knew so well. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were next to each other, younger than he'd last seen them, and next to them, James Potter. Snape felt his lip curl, but James bowed his head to him in thanks, and Snape stared in confusion.


He turned back to Lily Evans, standing right in front of him, tangible, beautiful as he'd last seen her. She was smiling brilliantly.

"Come on, Severus. Everyone's waiting."

She took his hand in his, and for the first time in sixteen years, Snape smiled.