somedreamingstate:

morsmordre-x:

A terrible rasping, gurgling noise issued from Snape’s throat.

“Take…it…Take…it…”

Something more than blood was leaking from Snape. Silvery blue, neither gas nor liquid, it gushed form his mouth and his ears and his eyes, and Harry knew what it was, but did not know what to do— A flask, conjured from thin air, was thrust into his shaking hand by Hermione. Harry lifted the silvery substance into it with his wand. When the flask was full to the brim, and Snape looked as though there was no blood left in him, his grip on Harry’s robes slackened.

“Look…at….me…” he whispered.

The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.

— Deathly Hallows, ch.32 “The Elder Wand”

Oh no, please go away. I’m getting upset already.

ceciliatallis-deactivated201403:

“Forgive me, madam, for taking up so much of your time”

oldjustcallmemad-blog:

but know this; the ones that love us never really leave us.

spittingfish:

idek.

livinginamovie-:

Eames- The Forger 

“I was supposed to have all night to crack this.”