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So here we go!
Title: Let Me Protect Her
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Another year, and yet another Sorting Ceremony.
Damn it.
I stare at the new first-years, every one of them looks as incompetent as all the other first-years before them. I'm positive there will be an accident the first day. Fuck, I despise my life.
You see, I am the dreaded Potions Master – vampire, greasy git, the-giver-of-detention. Even the more accomplished seventh years tremble underneath my poisonous glare.
I don't know what happened. Dear listener, I wasn't always this despised. Once, I was loved. Before this hated mark on my wrist, I loved and cared and cherished a woman more remarkable than any other. She was my best friend and my confidant, even once she was my lover.
As an intellectual, I had never believed in true love. True love was a glittering concept for the masses unwilling to admit the solitude of existence. I was a cynic until I met her. She literally fell into my lap one day. Actually, onto my back… A rather painful and unromantic experience if I recall correctly.
A transfer student from Beauxbatons. She was lovely, intelligent. But even more important, she liked me and respected me. She listened to me and conversed with me on an intellectual level. She insulted me with her quick wit and smiled at me with her gentle eyes. I loved her. I would have given my life for her.
Instead, I gave my soul for her.
The day following graduation she was kid-napped by the Dark Lord. She was a muggle-born, sweet and intelligent, which meant for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that she had to die. I begged Dumbledore to go after her, I pleaded on my knees to any god who would save her. Please… save her.
But, no one knew the bastard's location. Not a single soul knew where she was. She could have been dead. She could have been… gods I don't want to think of what they could have done to her. So that night I found Lucius. I told him how I despised mudbloods, how I wanted to fuck their women and pull the throats from their infants. I told him I wanted to join Voldemort's ranks. 'Make me a Deatheater,' I said to him.
So he did. The Dark Lord burned his mark into me that very night. I asked what they had done to the mudblood bitch, but no one told me. Lucius had never seen her.
I couldn't find her body, a piece of her hair. Not even the smug smirk of a tormentor. I searched for years. She had never been here.
She was gone. Disappeared.
I was a Deatheater.
I went to Dumbledore. The fruity idiot forgave me. And reader, you know the rest.
Here I am, Severus Snape. Ex-Deatheater. Spy for the Order of the Phoenix. A fucking lonely bastard.
I still love her. I waited for years, hoping the tension in my chest would fade, maybe my heart would forget her beauty and spirit. It never happened. I can't forget her. I can't ever love another.
Voldemort never tainted my soul, he never stole it. He never had the chance. The moment she left, my soul went with her. I have been dead these past fifteen years.
McGonagall has started the Sorting Ceremony. Fuck I hate this shit.
"Abbott, Hannah!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Boot, Terry!"
"Ravenclaw!"
"Finch-Fletchly, Justin"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Granger, Hermione…"
What?
"Gryffindor!"
I look up. There she is. Her hair is a little more busy than curly. She is smaller. Younger. There she is. Hermione. My Mione.
She is the child-replica of my lover. Did Mione have a daughter? Why would she bear the same name…
Why…
Sudden realization crosses my mind. With the question urgently shining in my eyes I turn to Dumbledore.
He looks at me and a single word is whispered from his lips.
"Yes."
Yes. Yes. Yes a thousand times. She never died. She is here. A time-turner can be the only explanation. Our time together was a mistake. She really belongs here, now. She was never raped or brutalized. She didn't die alone and miserable. She didn't abandon me for another. She is safe.
I look at her among the other gryffindors, she is happy. I can see the unquenchable hunger for knowledge in her eyes. Her kindness.
Listener, I know you think I am a pervert. A fumbling, greasy old man. But no lustful though come to my mind. No plans of manipulation.
I have only one wish. Only one desire for all of eternity.
Let me protect her. Let me watch over her.
When she comes across trouble, as I know she will, let me save her. When she is dying and sick, let me find the cure. When she falls in love with a young man, let me protect her from a broken heart. When war comes, let me sacrifice my life for her. Never let her suffer. Never let her disappear again. Let me protect her happiness and her life.
I close my eyes, the Sorting ceremony is over. The student's file out of the hall, eagerly awaiting the moment they can truly catch up with their companions in the dorms. I start to leave and Dumbledore stops me.
"Severus, it wasn't a mistake."
"Excuse me?"
"It was a miracle."
I scoff audibly at him. "Save your doddering comments for someone else Headmaster."
The old fool leaves, not without giving me some rather annoying speculative glances.
I can finally breathe.
She was brought back my soul to me, she has protected it without even having existed.
Now please, let me protect her.
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-Sol en la Noche
