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Severus Snape always knew his fate. From the very beginning of his childhood Snape knew the bitter truth. That no matter what he did, or who he became his life would always be a tragedy. It didn't matter that he was highly intelligent, clever, and ambitious his entire world was dark and bleak. At least it was that way until he saw her, and it was incredible. She was everything that the light embodied. Pure, powerful, but most of all innocent. And then they became friends although he had always wanted more. Everything was even perfect for a time and then he came along. And everything became worse. He had always thought Hogwarts would be his escape, and it ended up being his hell. He was mocked, bullied, tortured , and the only thing that gave him the strength to carry on was her. And then she left, and everything was the same. After that he barley felt emotion, until of course she died, and he felt the only sliver of hope left in him disappear. He carried on though, and he didn't live the rest of his life, he simply existed. An unbiased onlooker at his life would be stunned by the acts of bravery he committed, the sheer skill he possed to able to lie to the Dark lord and still live. He did what no Gryffindor could ever hope to do. And still he was mocked, still he was laughed at by those too ignorant to realize just who and what he was. In the end he was killed by his master, ironically enough not for his betrayal, but rather his faux devotion. And as he stares at her green eyes as he lies on the floor he sees the face that holds these beautiful orbs, and reliazes the bittersweet fact, that he had never held a chance to begin with. After all how could he, he was dammed from the very start. Right?