A/N: Ok, this is Ash again. Now I realize that we haven't worked on much with Unspoken Wounds for a while, but you have to realize that we're kind of out of ideas for that fic. So, for now, I'll be writing this story, and hopefully we'll be able to work on UW soon. So, here's the prologue of this new story, enjoy!
Title: It is Now or Never
Summary: The war has been over for eleven years, and Harry removed himself from the world of wizards in an attempt to forget everything that had ever happened. Snape is sent out to find him, and tells Harry the time to return to the wizarding world is now or never. Slash, future HPSS.
General Warning: Future Slash-yes, SLASH! Don't read if you don't like.
Chapter Warning: None for this chapter
Main Pairing currently: none yet
Disclaimer: Never owned, never will own.
Prologue Severus' POVI rummage around his room, hoping to find something. Anything that can lead me to where he is now, I would be grateful for. Albus is sending me out to find the brat. I don't see why I have to be the one that finds him, considering that he hates me just as much as I hate him. Although, it could be worse; I could've been sent out with Weasley and Granger.
I sigh heavily as I make my way back to the office. Why would Albus decide that Potter has to be found now, of all times? Honestly, I don't see why he needs to be found now; being gone for five years has probably done him good, and if he wanted to be found we would've found him in that time. But instead, Albus has now made it my job to find the brat.
I glare at the wall and shake my head a little. 'I really need a drink,' I think slightly. I pull open my liquor cabinet only to find a letter addressed to me sitting underneath a bottle of firewhiskey. Gently, I place it on my desk, and pour myself a cup of the whiskey and move back around to my chair. It looks like Potter's handwriting, and as soon as I open the letter, I find it is.
Severus,
Do you know what kind of hell you've put me through in the last 7 years? I just wanted to tell you that it hasn't been hell now that I realize a lot. It all happened to be me trying not to realize what I feel for you. I tell you that I hate you, that I never wanted to see your face again, with your big nose and your greasy hair, but I must admit to you now that it's not the truth-Not even close.
The truth is that I had feelings for you for the last two years that are forbidden by all school rules, and that's why I neglected to tell you. I hurt myself more than I ever would you by telling you my feelings because of the ones you had for someone who isn't me.
And yet, I sit here, writing these words, as I know you can never return to my heart. It is in too much pain already for the whispers of the dark to capture me again and drag me back to the place of where we were once before. I sit, wait, and hope that you'll never find this letter that I write to you now. Because should you find this letter, it must mean that I've died and you have to come looking for something to remember me by.
Part of me wishes that I'd never left you behind, but then I look back on all the things that I've done, and I remember. I remember seeing your disappointed looks, and I remember finding myself staring up into your eyes without a care to the rest of the world. But that dream ends now with me writing you this letter, and I regret every second that I sit, dipping this quill into an ink well to write out my last thoughts on this matter.
I love you Severus, but I do not understand why exactly I had to be the one to fall in love, when it seems that you never wanted me here in the first place. And that's why I write this letter, to let me retain what pride I still have, and to tell you that I love you. Telling you in person would've been pointless. Out of all the things that I'd have expected to do, I never believed that it would be to do this; write you a letter that makes me believe that you'll never see me again, or to think that I'd actually let you know how I feel in the letter.
But that's just my point Severus; I wrote this letter just in case, just in case I happened to die on you and you never managed to hear how I felt in person. I love you Severus, but now I must say goodbye. You will always have my love.
Yours forever,
Harry Potter
As I finish reading the letter, I sit gaping in shock. I hadn't even realized that I'd dropped my glass, or that I no longer had a headache. Instead, I just realized that I'm gaping at a letter like a fish, half expecting Potter to come out of some secret hiding spot with a camera to take a picture of my face. I'm sure he'd get a laugh out of it.
But then, I look down at the parchment again, not half believing the things written in it. So, I reread the letter another half dozen times, and realize that there must've been a mistake. Potter wouldn't have fallen in love with me. That was completely impossible. 'But then again, part of you always wanted someone to love you,' the little voice in the back of my head pointed out.
I groaned and put a hand to my head again. The headache had returned.
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