EACH CHAPTER IS APPROPRIATELY NAMED FOR A SONG OR MOVIE FROM MY THREE HEROES. I KNOW IT STARTS SLOW...AND LOTS OF DIALOGUE CAN BE CONFUSING, BUT PLEASE TRY TO KEEP UP. YOU MIGHT BE PLEASANTLY SURPRISED. I CRIED ALOT WHEN I WROTE THIS STORY, SO SORRY IF IT IS A BIT EMO. ENJOY!
Chapter 1 The Man Who Sold The World
He held her in his arms, stroking her back with his long callused fingers. She loved the way they felt against her smooth skin. They were the fingers of a real man, rough and worn; hands that took lives, but also saved them. She longed to hear his smooth voice purr tales into her ear. How he could melt her insides with his words; sometimes just a simple noise was enough.
"Tell me about the muggle and the magic beans."
"I've already told that one three times."
"I wanna hear it again."
He kissed her forehead, "Very well...His name was Jack..
...
A knock at the door pulled her from her memory.
"Yes?"
"I'm Sarah Reese, from the Quibbler."
"Oh yes. Come in." She gestured for the younger woman to sit.
"So this is Spinners End. It's quite different from what I had imagined."
"How so?"
Sarah stuttered, "Oh, I meant no offense. It's just that Professor Snape had a reputation for all things dark."
She arched her brow, "Did he?"
"Um...so you requested a reporter?"
"I requested Luna, but I understand she is otherwise engaged. Literally."
"I assure you, I am quite qualified."
"I'm sure you are. She spoke very highly of you."
"I noticed the timing of your request. It must be difficult, especially since tomorrow is...well tomorrow-"
"Is his funeral."
Sarah nodded, "Is that why am I here? To write an article on his funeral?"
"No, but you may include it, if you want."
"Why am I really here?"
"Do you believe in redemption?"
"Professor Snape has already been cleared of any wrong doing."
"In the eyes of our laws, yes...but in the eyes of the public...he was still a monster."
"Is it important what the public thinks of him?"
"I don't think he cared...but the truth will be out soon. It might as well be from my lips."
"I understand I will stay with you for a week?"
"Did you believe it would take less time?"
Sarah shook her head, "I didn't assume anything."
"What do you know about him?"
"Only what's been written...his childhood, his love for Lily Evans... err Potter. His deflection to Headmaster Dumbledore...The spying, the war...and his...um..."
"Death."
"Yes. You two have been together for years. Am I correct to assume you arranged the funeral?"
"I haven't done anything."
"Why? Don't you think he deserves a grand send off?"
She waved it off, "Funerals are for the living, it serves no purpose to the deceased."
"How is that?"
"Do you really think they care what happens after they are gone? I'm sure, he is all too happy to be free. I doubt he would have hung around to see what color casket I picked."
Sarah pondered this, "Where do you think he is?
She shrugged, "In a better place...or maybe Hell. Who knows."
"Do you think he deserves to be in Hell?"
She laughed, "Alot of people do."
"But do you?"
She looked away, "I don't know... I think this is Hell...and he is obviously not here."
Sarah nodded, "You were a member of the Order. Is that how you two met?"
"No. I was his student once, but yes. We didn't really know eachother until the war."
"You had your choice of men. Why did you choose him?"
"That is why you are here." She smirked, "Honestly, I don't give a damn what anyone thinks. I only care that the truth is out. Whatever anyone thinks after that... is obsolete."
*****The Man Who Sold the World is the third studio album by David Bowie and a really kick ass song. Nirvana covered this song, but I think the original is bone chilling.******
