Why do I still have this?

    They had already shut their eyes, hearts slow and breaths raspy. Gradually, the mist came out of their eyes, mouths, ears and noses, showing friendship and love.
    Now they were brothers, and could die in peace.

    Severus Snape looked up at the Fat Lady portrait, who was eyeing him warily.
    “Uhm… Draught of Living Death?”
    “Nope.” She furrowed her brow. He looked around, as though he could find some sort of clue. “No password, no entry.”
    “I get...

    Once upon a time, so very long ago, there was a dark, secretive cauldron, which was used by Death and Death alone. For you see, he was the Great Potions Master, and he used his knowledge and skill to reign his power over wizards and muggles alike, for he does not discriminate.
    It is said that on his shelf are the flasks that carry every human life. When one died, he’d pour it straight into the cauldron, used for the potion that would never be done brewing.
    There is also a myth that the human lives may intertwine, often...