Let Old Snakes Lie

by Psychiatrist13

Snape confused many people when he had killed Dumbledore. Many people were after him, mad at him for something that he has no chose by explain.

Pity- Pity that it had to be me, and pity that got me into this place in my life. I only live because of pity, misplaced by my mentors and allies- trying to do me a favour. Pity, which made me kill D…him in the end. Pity was what drove Lily to me, with my weak smile that grew into a smirk and the limp hair that hid me from the world. Pity had gotten her killed and left me in the ashes of her house, crying out her name, again and again. Pity is what convinced Dumbledore to bring me back to Hogwarts; he learned to trust me because of my weaknesses not my strengths.

Emotion peeked out from behind the red curtain when I least expected it, making me take the bloody Unbreakable Vow, and thus helping the damned headmaster in killing himself. I slipped so many times in front of Harry Bloody Potter that he was probably split between believing in the human Snape and the evil Snape… of which I am neither.

Politics wove my web, wrote my history, my past, my present and my future, tangling my mind into this mess in between white and black. My will, with the testimony and finally proof of my innocence or guilt is nothing more, in the end, than a list of people who will be given certain gifts and which will tell the world that I am put to rest at last - whether by the hand of Voldemort or Potter, they would be doing me a favour.

I am writing of the unforgivable and the unsaintly. Yes I have killed many; men, women and children and felt pain beyond guilt. My father tried to teach me that I was bad, someone that should crawl in the dirt in front of his Muggle body. So I tried to rise above him, I tried to show him and the Potters that I was more that an abused toy, I was a man and in doing so I kissed other people's robes, touched the hems, because I was again unworthy.

So to you, and to others out there - crying for Sirius Black, for Albus Dumbledore or for some Death Eater - as you stand before some man's grave, understand that in this war I knew not what I stood for, and know that I am neither an evil nor a good man.

Let Old Snakes Lie