This is just something I have had sitting on my computer for awhile. I love Death from Discworld, and I figured him meeting Snape would be interesting...

His pain began to slowly slip away, taking his consciousness with it. The red veil that was covering his vision was going to pull him under, but he had more he wanted to say to the boy with the glasses that was staring at a vial in his hands.

"Look at me," he croaked. He looked into the eyes that so greatly resembled the ones that he had fallen in love with. He gently slipped away, thinking of the only person he had ever truly loved.

Snape stood up, glancing at all of the blood on the floor. Is that my blood?

"I'm assuming I didn't survive that," he said to himself prudently, and when he saw what was lying in the pool of blood, his suspicions were verified.

NO, YOU DIDN'T SURVIVE THAT, somebody said. Or something, for that matter.

Snape's head jerked around to the speaker. He paled. Voldemort hadn't followed him in death, had he?

No, it was the Grim Reaper. What a relief.

I SUGGEST YOU HURRY UP AND FOLLOW ME, said the Grim Reaper in question, his voice somehow just appearing in Snape's head without the aid of his ears.

Snape nodded. "I always wondered what I would see when I died."

YOU WILL SEE MORE THAN THIS. I AM JUST THE PASSAGE INTO DEATH, SO TO SPEAK.

Snape wasn't scared. He had known that Voldemort thought that Snape was the true master of the Elder Wand. He knew that Voldemort would not hesitate to kill even his best followers.

NOT MANY ARE AS CALM IN THE FACE OF DEATH, he said while reaching into the folds of his cloak. He pulled out what appeared to be an hourglass.

I HAVE SOMEWHERE I MUST BE, he said, not seeming to actually be in a hurry. THERE ARE MANY INSIDE THAT CASTLE THAT ARE RUNNING A LITTLE LOW ON TIME.

Snape glanced at the flaming form of the castle in the distance and then looked back at the anthropomorphic personification of death.

He then noticed how odd the hourglass in Death's skeletal hand looked. It was dusty and had a green glow to it. The sand inside was running in an erratic pattern and the glass was cracked.

There was a very normal name printed on the bottom in simple, black letters.

THIS ONE HAS BEEN RUNNING FROM ME, BUT I SHALL HAVE HIM SOON.

Snape knew, at that moment, that Potter had done the right thing; that events would turn out for the good, and he knew that he could leave this world with a positive outlook. He allowed the Grim Reaper to lead him to his final destination, which looked a lot like a playground from his childhood, where someone with flaming red hair was waiting for him.

Well, there you go... Simple, but I had to do it!