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Falling Slowly
His body was covered in scars. Some barely noticeable, and some so pronounced that they couldn't help but cause people to
wonder what horrific event could possibly have disfigured his skin so tragically. Little did a majority of the world know
that his true scars lay further than skin deep.
I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
She watched him for quite some time from the spot at her table before she got the nerve to speak to him. After the war, the
deaths, the torture, the exhaustion, everything, what could she say to him? After continually judging him unfairly the
entire time that she had ever known him, even before Voldermort had officially returned, what words could be said that would
possibly make him want to speak to her, never mind forgive her? And while she was staring at this man, this brave, yet so
misunderstood man, she had a realization; she barely knew Severus Snape at all. Every fact that she had ever known
pertaining to him had simply been skin deep. If this had been ten years ago, were she still the name 'insufferable know-it-
all', she would have been terrified of him. Now, she simply had a spurt of courage that made her want to set things right,
and for once, she didn't have the answer as to why.
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now
She walked over to where he sat at the bar, and somehow she knew that he had sensed her there all along. The fact that he
hadn't fled from her was the only thing that helped her to maintain her courage enough to approach him at all. After
deciding that no words could do this man justice, she sat next to him quietly and allowed a tense silence to overtake them.
She began thinking of what to say to him, as he had made it apparent that he would not speak first. "I'm sorry" was too
meaningless and simple. Yet, she knew a long speech would make him sneer and mock her. Finally, she decided on being honest,
yet short. "Thank you, for everything, Severus."
He looked up at her, and when their eyes met, she saw an emotion that made her breath catch in her throat: hope.
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won
Because, for all this time, Severus Snape had convinced himself that his already fragile relationship with the wizarding
world was beyond repair. That although he had revealed his true intentions that could easily be argued honorable, the horrid
deeds that he also took part in deemed him a horrendous person beyond repair. The deaths that were caused at his hands, the
families that he had knowingly split apart, the pain that he caused to countless people, how could anyone possibly forgive
him? But, as Hermione spoke those two simple words to him, he began to think that maybe he had just been unable to forgive
himself.
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
They continued to stare at each other for a few more minutes, both knowing that no words needed to be said. The silence
turned from tense, to thoughtful. Both knew that each was thinking about the atrocities of the war that they had seen, and
even caused at times. Another round of drinks was ordered, and they sat there enjoying them in their continued silence. And,
for the first time ever, Severus stopped wallowing in misery over the crimes that he committed. Instead, he looked at the
remarkable witch next to him, and saw her in a completely new light. He cleared his throat, unsure of how exactly he should
finally respond. He eventually decided on saying the only words that felt right. "No, thank you."
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing it loud