Severus Snape sat there, in the high-backed chair, reading.

Footsteps echoed up to him, familiar footsteps.

He closed the book as Minerva McGonagall entered, setting it on the desk so the title was visible.

"Yes?" He asked. His silky voice sounded tired and there were circles under his eyes..

She didn't answer for awhile. "I hate you." She finally stated.

He sighed. "Is there anything new that you can tell me?" His voice wasn't sarcastic, or even blank of emotion, just... bored? No not that either.

Minerva's eyes flicked to the portrait of Albus Dumbledore above his head and he tensed, ready for her next question.

A fresh surge of hatred swept across her features.

"Why did you do it?" She demanded, ire plain in her tone. "He trusted you, mayhap even loved you! And you killed him!"

"I was told to. You obey your master, I obey mine." Severus turned his eyes away, focusing on his fingers. "Do whatever you will, I won't stop you. Kill me even! I will not resist, not tonight. Either do what you want for revenge now, or you will never have a chance to hurt me."

He placed his wand in a drawer in the desk, locking it in carefully to make sure she noticed.

She stood and left abruptly.

For a long time after she had left he still sat there.

"She didn't do anything." He whispered, a tear sliding unheeded down the pale cheek.