[Ha. End of spoiler buffer! I can do this now!]

[prof_ssnape]

Okay. So what two and a half years at DF somehow managed not to do, his author managed to do for him. With some help from Voldemort. And a snake bubble. See the typist facepalm.

Anyway. Sevvie is dead. Long live Sevvie.

Which I'm sure he will. After a few days. Tomorrow. Because his typist is already bored of it. XD DF tradition and

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[killmeinstead]

She wants to break. She wants to fall over him and sob for her friend and keep her face in his chest until she's pried away.

She doesn't. She cries for him and she kisses his forehead and she allows the silver doe to spring from the tip of her wand and sustains it with the strongest memories she has.

The patronus stays where Lily cannot. A protective, comforting friend.

[theleftshoulder]

Likewise, what no Auror managed in almost fifty years of life has happened. Bellatrix Lestrange, Lord Voldemort's right-hand woman and possibly the greatest Death Eater of all, has been killed by a pissed-off housewife.

She joins her erstwhile compatriot Severus Snape in death.

[metamorphette]

And this is the point where Tonks rejoices. Dancing on graves may occur. There may even be fountains of champagne from her wandtip.

--but oh shit, she probably has to die herself, now.

[theleftshoulder]

Yeah, grave-dancing can be tricky when you're in yours before your killer's in hers, can't it?

[metamorphette]

Well, then, Tonks will just have to cheer from beyond the veil, as it were. It'll be a little posthumous party over here.