"...And Snape walked away, promising himself to never set foot at Privet drive again."
I was so frustrated, that I skipped the authors' note which undoubtedly detailed how much the author was grateful for their fans and reviewers.
Miserably I clicked out of the Fan fiction site and shut down the computer, I had very important job to do - it was Halloween, time to get ready.
As I removed my costume from my wardrobe and laid it on the top of the bed, I cynically reflected on what I had just read.
Being Harry Potter fan for almost 5 years, I have read hundreds of Severus Snape fanfics, but this one seemed to be the worst.
Character was out of place, illogical behavior...It should have been explained, if author added, that Snape got personality disorder, but as she or he claimed, it was cannonish fanfic.
C'mon, for god sake. According to different authors, Snape was ugly like hell, depressed, suicidal, bitter idiot who psychologically fixated on wrong women, and by all fans decision, he was still virgin! Pathetic!
I think, I was unlucky or...lucky, anyway I don't know how to describe it.
I started my Harry Potter adventure right from book number seven. So when I moved to book number one, I viewed Harry's adventure from the prism of the Snape's horrified words to Dumbledore - ''You raised him like pig for slaughter''.
This is why, at my age, 15 years old; did not have the privilege of viewing Rowling books through pink glasses.
It was interesting seeing how Snape treated Harry under the pretense of his feelings in the last Rowling book.
My step dad, after watching Harry Potter movies just laughed and said - Pure Politics!
Tomas, or Tom for short, won a Green Card and moved from Estonia to the US. In the U.S he met my mom. They married and 5 years ago my little brother Stan was born.
Tom is a very down to earth man who works for a local Electrical company, hates politicians and loves conspiracy theories.
So, for once in my life I agree with Tom, Dumbledore is not evil, he is politician...but I'm not sure what's worse.
As for Voldemort, I think he just plain crazy, so Harry Potter never had a choice in the matter of his future. He's like a complete psychopath. Even if Harry dumped everyone, changed his sex and ran away to Hawaii, Voldemort or Dumbledore would still track him down.
I hit my head in frustration and looked on at my pride and joy – the costume.
3 years ago, Tomas did some paper work on the house for woman who worked for Warner Brothers, as costume maker. Unfortunately for her - that woman became bankrupt and her house had to be auctioned.
As Tom said, she had whole garage sale on that day, which consisted hundreds of historical costumes, but hardly anyone bought anything.
I mean, who wants costume of some French peasant from 16 century? Only if you are history teacher, work in the local theater, or own the fancy dress costume party shop.
Not to say, that costumes very badly made - poor stitching work and etc...But this is understandable, who would make proper dress for actor, who will only wear this once?
And of course, the most important, the costumes were not used by actors in the films. They were rejected by some important film person.
You know? Not the right color, or sleeves to long for the actor, laces are not so lacy and bla, bla, bla...usual stuff. Of course, if they were real deal, the woman could make fortune on this stuff.
Anyway, the poor woman had no money to pay, so she gave him armful of costumes. Mom of course got full of herself and refused to talk with my dad for whole week, but I for once was on cloud nine.
Nearly all of the dresses, to the delight of the head of my school, went into the school theater. But I was allowed to keep one costume. I ended up with my own gothic ''Harry Potter'' witch costume in proper greenish-silver Slytherin colours.
The costume wasn't fake or cheap. The brownish wooly dress with laces, beautiful hand embroidery, and hundreds of tiny shiny metal buttons that looked real deal.
The dark green robe was nice and long and it felt like real silk. Also it was trimmed with real rabbit fur. I pulled out a slightly crooked black hat from the top shelf. It was made from felt and when I put it on it wasn't flimsy.
The crookedness made the hat seem more authentic. And stripped wooly long socks and real leather Mary Jane shoes with SILVER! decoration. And now, if I didn't know better, I could be an actual witch in the Wizarding World.
I grinned when I realized that there was a fancy replica racing broom also in the wardrobe.
Yes, once I was huge super nerd. But now…not so much. Don't get me wrong, I still like Harry Potter books and films, read fanfics occasionally, but...I think I finally grew up from all of this.
Stan was 5 years old, when he realized, that Santa Claus is not real. For me, its took the article in the newspaper.
The one and only, greatest author in the world, J.K Rowling is one lucky duck. She's made millions of cash on the Harry Potter saga.
Now that I have grown up I realize that it's stupid to look up into sky for my owl that would carry my invitation to Hogwarts. Now, as the older more mature me, I'm going to write my own story and become filthy rich like JK Rowling.
She could afford all kind of things - recent iPhones, Birkin bags, castles, Ferraris...
If only I had that kind of money…
But at that exact moment I would buy the most awesome costume. One that would look so real and so authentic. One that would kick the other costumes in the you know what.
But then again, I thought, the one that I was going to wear wasn't too shabby. Of course my mom and I had to spend hours and hours to make this costume wearable.
As I looked into the mirror I realized I looked great. More than great, I looked awesome.
Unless you looked super close, I looked exactly like the Helena Bonham-Carter. Or the Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black. Bella was a good nickname for me. I was the star of the parties in our local ''Harry Potter'' club, or ''Potter-heads meetings'', as other people called us.
Even if I am not Potter-head anymore, today, on Halloween 2012, I will be the one and only - Bella the Witch.
I also had the same birthday as Harry Potter. Who knows, maybe that would make me extra lucky tonight.
I twirled around in front of the mirror admiring the way my robes and dress swirled around my ankles.
"ARE YOU READY YET?!" Yelled my frazzled mother. She had a right to be frazzled.
She had to get ten kids ready for trick-or-treating. My four aunts had dumped them on us so they could go to a fancy adult costume party.
Actually I had only one brother, so the real problem was my cousins, there was going to be trouble.
I groaned, so not looking forward to this.
My mother decided that I was old enough to shepherd ten kids around the neighborhood in big bulky costumes by myself. My parents were going to a costume party as well, though not the same one as my aunts.
But this is not a reason why I was so miserable. I also had a party to go to, as I had informed my mother 2 weeks ago. Brandon Bates himself, the coolest kid in school, had invited me to his party.
ME! The biggest nerd and Potter-head! To HIS PARTY!
Needless to say I was thrilled! I was finally getting noticed! But when I had excitedly said that to my mum, she had informed me that I had to take my sibling and cousins trick-or-treating instead. Of course I had given her the silent treatment, but so far she hadn't broken.
I whined to myself and grabbed my fake wand. I twirled it experimentally, admiring how comfortable I felt with it in my hand. It was the perfect length; it was a replica from the movies.
I dragged my feet down the stairs and made sure to make my feet slap loudly against the wooden stairs, making it clear that I was not happy about this arrangement. My mother had chosen to avoid my gaze, so I stared at her uncomfortably to further my point.
Wordlessly she pushed open the screen door and pushed my cousin Bonny out. The rest of the children followed hurriedly, excited to start collecting sweets.
I stomped out the door and tried to catch up to the pack of kids.
Then we went to the next house, and the next and the next…and then the next.
At the hour mark I stole an orange sucker from my cousin Bennett. God, I was soooo bored.
I was considering going home early with the herd of children, also known as my cousins and brother, but I decided to wait at least ten more minutes. I knew how much I loved Halloween when I was younger, I should let the little ones have their fun.
Suddenly a sleek black Cadillac drove up on the opposite side of the rode. The window rolled down and the Tiffany Blake poked her head out and looked at me. She was wearing a cutesy cat costume with whiskers painted on her face, with a cat headband holding back stray bits of hair.
How did she look so perfect?
Anyway, Tiffany was about as high up on the popular list as Brandon Bates. They even dated once or twice, but now she had a new boyfriend.
"Hey, why aren't you at Brans party?" She whined, twirling her expertly dyed blonde hair.
I gestured to my family behind me, still slightly bewildered that she was even talking to me. "My mum dumped them on me." I tried to sound as if it was the worst thing in the world.
It must have worked because her sweet face gave me a sympathetic smile. "Oh I'm so sorry." She paused for a second like she was thinking. "Hey, why don't you ditch them? That kid looks old enough to watch everyone." She pointed to my cousin Tyler, who was thirteen.
"I don't know." I glanced back at the herd. Tyler wasn't exactly known for his maturity.
"Aww, c'mon." She said convincingly. But it wasn't enough to sway me, so she pulled out the big guns. "I heard Brandon's interested in you." She tempted.
My eyes widened and my throat went dry. I could feel my cheeks heating up, and although I knew it probably wasn't true, I still wanted to hope.
Hope at a miniscule possibility is better than having none.
I whipped my head around and quickly yelled to Tyler who was coming up behind me. "Tyler do you have your phone?!"
He tilted his head incredulously. "Duh."
"Good, watch the kids. Don't go into people's houses. Get home by ten. Bye!" I walked backwards to Tiffany's car still talking to him, so I didn't notice the bright lights coming my way.
I had just turned my head around again when something big and fast knocked me off my feet. I flew backwards and into the air surprised. I heard the kids I had just turned my back on scream high pitched, adding to the chorus of Tiffany's girlish scream that probably could be used in a horror film.
I flew into the bushes, what the heck just happened?!
Twigs scratched me as I struggled to move, I looked down at my ankle. It was bent the wrong way; I looked the other way trying not to think about that.
Did I just get hit by a car?! In front of my little brother? Not to mention my cousins and Tiffany and any other kid who happened to be walking by.
I sat up suddenly, ignoring the black spots that were clouding my vision. "I'LL SUE YOU, YOU CRAZY-" But I stopped, because the black spots covered my eyes and I felt myself slip away and pass out.
What would you expect if you got hit by a car?