He expected his death to be alone, both mentally and physically. Maybe even suicide, but then again he was a bit too cowardly to even try.
What he got was some stupid mutt running after his idiotic godson and of course he thought :
If potter dies we all die.
He now preferred Potter to be dead.
"Er, is he dead?"
"Bloody hell mum's going to kill me, if I kill a professor, even if he is a greasy git."
"Good riddance if he is, snivellius was always an annoyance."
"I'm alive and well thank you for expressing your concern."
Three voices echoed sighs of disappointment.
"Where's my thank you?" Snape asked
"For what?" Potter replied
"I saved your life Potter." Snape said with no small amount of disbelief.
"Oh tha-"
"Where are we?"
His eyes scanned the surroundings.
he sighed: "it is not a matter of where we are but when we are, if the mutt was indeed as smart as he boasts of then surely he would have noticed we are in diagon alley in the middle of the war, hence the reason the buildings are not buildings but rubble."
"we're in the past then, hm, that's cool." Potter said.
"is that a vintage cleaner sweep 20110, i mean it's a bit dirty but i could lick the dirt off." Weasley said.
"Are you ok Ron, do you need some help ? There is some rando's blood on broom."