Dear Professor Snape
Sunday, July 03, 2011
Harry wanted to say exactly how he felt about Severus
Snape. He had given him a proper funeral. Inspired by
Sindie's The Last Chapter and some parts are copied from
Sindie (
See link by at "Dear Professor Snape" at the end of the post.) thus I do not own them.
"Here Lies Severus Snape January 9, 1960 - June 13, 1998" and
"How could so few words and such simple ones at that describe such a complex man?"(changed to "How could so little words describe such a complex man?") That's the parts I do not own.
Dear Professor Snape
The war had ended, finally. However, Harry Potter did not feel as happy as he thought he would be. Yes, they won the war, but the losses were too great. Too many people he loved died. Sirius, Moody, Dumbledore, Fred, Remus, Tonks, Hedwig, Dobby, Colin... Even Snape did not deserve it. Speaking of Snape, Harry wanted to give him a proper funeral. He had invited all the professors and the students from Hogwarts. Not many people would come, he thought. Professor Snape was not well-liked after all. Harry too, had hated him. But at this time, he just could not. Snape was his mother's friend, and if not for his father, maybe they would still be friends... That line of thoughts was not going anywhere and Harry did not want to continue to think about it anyway. He respected Snape, no matter what.
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Harry did not know what made him write a letter, but he thought that the man died without forgiving himself. He was not that bad and he wanted to tell him how he felt about him.
Dear Professor Snape,
I never thought I will ever write letters to you, but nevertheless it happened. I had hated you, yes, but now I could not. I can't bring myself to hate the dead(except Voldemort, of course) and after the memories gave me, I don't think so. Not that I love you now, but I don't hate you either. You are a brave man, to stand up to what you think is right, to stand up for the Light after you realised you did the wrong decision. You were young then, when people are young they are quite foolish at times, but at least what you did afterwards to redeem yourself can pay for your sins. You are not dark, you are so much better than Voldemort and his fellow Death Eaters. You never meant for all the things to happen for your victims and yet you were remorseful, unlike Voldemort and the other Death Eaters. Don't be so hard on yourself on mum's death, she forgave you, I believe, and so do I. What's done is done. I forgive you for all the sins you made and I want you to forgive yourself too. You don' t deserve the burden for forever. You really should not prove yourself by going to the Dark side, there are people who care for you, not what you did, like my mum. You may not be a wonderful professor to me, but I know you have Slytherins' best interest at heart. And lastly, I want to say... thank you.
Harry Potter
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Snape's funeral
Harry walked to Snape's tomb. It was very simple.
Here lies Severus Snape
January 9, 1960 - June 13, 1998
Potions Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry 1981 - 1986
Head of Slytherin House 1981 - 1997
Headmaster 1997 - 1998
How could so little and simple words describe such a complex man? How indeed. He bet no one ever understood the Potions Master. With his wand, he added "A brave man, he shall be remembered for being an important spy for the Light". Then, he put his letter there, with something else along into the grave, something he was carrying for the seven years in Hogwarts. His hatred for the Potions Master. He no longer hate him. He respected Severus Tobias Snape, one of the bravest man he knew.
Harry touched the tombstone. " I'm sorry we didn't get to know each other."
~End~
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Dear Professor Snape
You're not sorry
Friday, July 01, 2011
My third story--- Lily and Severus' disappear after the word "
Mudblood" How would they feel? Tragedy and friendship. No romance. Inspired by Taylor Swift's You're not sorry. Some parts are from the song lyrics, maybe a little edited.
"
Mudblood."
Lily gasped, her eyes bored into Severus' black eyes. She had always loved his beautiful eyes, and he, her. But now she hated them. They were full of hatred. He said the unforgivable word. She had enough. That
signals the end of their friendship.
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"I'm sorry!" Sev said.
"You're not sorry! No!"
She turned and ran away until she found a quiet spot. She leaned against the old wall, her arms embracing her legs, chin on her knees.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Tears of misery. Tears of disbelief. Tears of self pity.
He was not sorry. She knew it. He was just sorry for their friendship, not for the word. She gave him so many chances, but he just let her down. She did not want to get hurt anyone.
He could tell her he was sorry, but she would never believe it. She knew they were very different. He was going towards the Dark and there would be no turning back. She had wasted hope in him.
She stood up and wiped her cheeks. In the night, a small red-head girl was seen walking back to the Tower and her shadow was long, following her, engulfing her.
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"You don't need to call anymore. I won't pick up the phone. You know that was the last strike."
"But... I 'm sorry!"
"You're not sorry! You're just sorry to lose a friend! Sorry for yourself!" She snapped and the door slammed on his face. That was the end then. The end of everything. He had nothing to live for, not anymore.
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"Yes, my Lord." Severus said numbly. He was marked, and her voice rang in his head. "You're not sorry!" He flinched. After their friendship ended, he joined Voldemort. After all, he had nothing to live for, there was only Dark Arts left.
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It was as word. Just a word and it destroyed his own life. She died. Because of him.
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11 years later he saw those emerald green eyes again. He was reminded of her eyes. Hatred whelmed inside him. Self-hatred. Her eyes of pain. Yet, it destroyed his life once again. No. Wait. His life was already destroyed. Just worse, he supposed, although he thought his life was the worst already. He really wanted to end his life. Or perhaps, better said, his existence.
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You're not sorry
My heart will go on
My third story as I haven't planned to write out my second one. One-shot. SS/LE Angst and a little romance.
Title inspired by Celine Dion's
Titianic- My heart will go on. Severus
Snape's last thoughts before death.
Death is yet an another adventure. By the way, I liked Lily's and Severus' relationship as
friendship more, but this is a special case... so yeah enjoy.
My heart will go on
So the dark lord knew. He was going to die then. Not much of a difference after all. His soul must have already went to another world long ago, as if he had gotten the Dementor's Kiss. Along with the red-head Lily Evans. Still, he had vowed to himself that he will always remember Lily--- his heart will go on.
"Kill." Of course he did not understand the Parselmouth but it was pretty easy to guess.
His last sight before the darkness engulfed him was those emerald green eyes- Lily's eyes. He struggled to give Potter the memories. Potter's life was no better than his. He was born to die. The last remainders of Lily Evans shall disappear from this world.
Here came Death. He was not afraid, not at all. Maybe he could meet Lily, maybe. He had never live at all. He just existed. He was always guilty of his past and most likely he would just go to Hell and get punished. For eternity. He did not care. He deserved it. Then, everything went dark. No. Just emptiness. Nothing. Nothing at all.
~End~
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My heart will go on
