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Summary
A flurry of snowflakes begins to drift down through the gaping hole above, as white as ivory bone. A steady drip-drip-drip punctuates the dying glow of the runes. With blood and snow puddling on the floor, Severina Snape takes her last shuddering breath beneath the bleak and colourless sky.
SI-fem!Snape, Time-Travel.
Series
- Part 1 of The Dead Have No Need of Umbrellas
- Part 1 of The Half-Blood Prince's Grimoire (Fem!Sev fics)
