An Afterlife Hell

Snape and Sirius were both facing each other in the cold dungeon. Sirius had his arms crossed, a rather terrifying look playing across his features. Snape too had his arms crossed in a loose position, a cool expression on his face. But their eyes were what gave it away. Hatred. Pure loathing for each other.

"Did you know I slept and dreamed peacefully, every night you were gone in Azkaban, the fresh feeling I'd wake up with, knowing you were in a cell, far away, that you could supposedly never escape from? It was pure heaven. A place I look forward to going when I'm dead," Snape said in a not necessarily quiet, but not shouting voice that held every poisonous word with cold venom. "How I hoped I wished I would catch you and hand you back when you escaped."

"You going to heaven is the most absurd thing I've ever heard of, You be down in Hell, where they put people like you in there. Something to melt that cold venom of yours. You never deserve to be anywhere near Lily and James," Sirius said, his hatred even mounting more with every word.

"And you're still beating yourself up about that little mess, aren't you?" Snape asked with a cruel smile.

"I'll never understand people like you," Sirius said continuing as if he had never heard Snape. "Why would you pledge yourself to someone, but then act as a double agent? Why not go spill all of our plans to the Dark Lord and regain the glory you once had when you were a lowdown Death Eater?"

Snape's eyes narrowed. "Better a failed Death Eater than a failed best friend," he replied coldly.

Sirius felt the stabbing pain of their faces, the last time he saw James and Lily, he walked away happy, knowing they'd be safe. But they were betrayed, betrayed by someone who Sirius himself suggested and had faith in.

"at least I was true to my side. I ran away all those years trying to stop this mess,"

"Are you convincing me to go back to the dark side?" Severus asked icily. "Are you telling me to go on my word and pledge myself once and truly again to the dark lord?"

"I'm telling you, that you joined the Dark Arts and sided with Voldemort the first time. You shouldn't have had a second chance. You chose the bad side first, and when was it you decided to go back? When did you decide to play double agent? You're still the sadistic and twisted man you were fifteen years ago, don't deny it," Sirius didn't know where the barbed tone had come from, but he didn't regret it at all.

Snape visually saw reason. "Second chances haven't only been given to me, Black. I accepted my second choice with a right answer. I might remind you that you didn't, you let Pettigrew get away."

"And so by filling my duties as a godfather, being there to raise my godson instead of sending him owls every month and feeding of rats, so I can watch him grow into the good man he is and will be."

"How utterly sentimental," Snape said in a sarcastic voice that dripped with icy amusement.

"As for you, unmarried, no kids. No wonder everyone hates you because you're always there to take of points, to humiliate and bully kids, to be cruel and witty to people just to show them how superior you are. But you're not," Sirius said bitterly. "You're the inferior."

Snape almost recoiled. "So you say. If Dumbledore hears this little, conversation, shall we say, we'll both get it,"

Sirius narrowed his eyes. But he wasn't going to heaven. There wasn't place for people like him in heaven, people who hand his friends' lives all packaged up right into the enemies' hands. People in heaven died saving them, or avenged their death. People like Sirius went to Hell. In the burning place where people were forever to live in and witness their wrongdoings, a place even worse than Azkaban, if there is such a place. Where you are sentenced to brood over losing your dreams, killing your friends, be driven by guilt and regret for all of eternity. For the Eternal Hell where Sirius would be going.

Snape didn't want to go to heaven, he knew he was in Hell. In a Hell where he, and he only, could look at his life, see where he went on, and to regret his decisions forever, in a cold land where no one had warm spirits. Where Hell was frozen, the cold half of yourself, where you're surroundings resembled your personality, cold and brooding. In a quiet place, full of hatred.

"See you in Hell," Snape said as he went out the door.

"See you in Hell," Sirius echoed.