RAMBLING THOUGHTS
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all is the creation of the genius J.K. Rowling.
Notes: Reference to past WIKTT Marriage law challenge. Please read and review!
Another evening passes as I sit here pondering on my life. The phrase "the more things change, the more they stay the same" seems a mockery to me.
A few years ago, I was a part of something special. I had friends, family, mentors, and a plan. Said plan was executed, but at a great cost. Sure, I developed the spell to defeat the most evil wizard this planet has ever seen, but whoop-de-friggin-la. I lost my best friends in the process. Ron was hit with the Avada Kedavra, as he flung himself in front of Harry in the final battle. After Voldemort had fallen, Harry collapsed and just never got back up. No one knows why he died. I think he had enough, and could not live with himself, after having to kill the evil incarnate.
My family was murdered by the enemy, all at one go. It was at a family Christmas party, a few months before the end of the war. My parents, aunts, uncles, cousins…. everyone. Gone. And you want to know why? Because of me. Because I am "the smartest witch of her year", who happens to be born of parents without any magical abilities, and best friend with Harry Potter. Good reasoning isn't it?
After all this drama and trauma, I manage to graduate. The world is mine to discover and conquer, right? Pffsh. Wrong! The bloody ministry and it's so called intelligence, decide that people need to get married and reproduce. Why is the ministry involved in something so asinine? Well, first of all asinine is their top priority, and because the population of the wizarding world is in danger. As if forcing people to marry will fix this situation. I was bound to a death eater. Luckily, through many "discussions" between Headmaster Dumbledore and the oh-so-competent Minister of Magic, Fudge, my husband changed to none other than super-spy himself, Severus Snape. Lucky, bloody, fantastic.
Not only does the man despise me, he has never passed an opportunity to berate, humiliate, and demean my person. I cannot believe my luck. I ask you, what have I done to deserve this?
I fight the bloody, ridiculous law, and of course, lose. Now there's something I'm not used to. I was married over two years ago. Amazingly enough, I fell in love with my husband. Snarky git. Sad thing, he doesn't love me. He barely acknowledges my presence, and only touches me because of this bloody law. And you know what? I can't deal with this anymore. I give. You win. Whoever you are. I'm done. My heart has no more pieces to break, and my soul is not strong enough to endure more pain.
If you ever read this journal, my love, please know I wish you happiness in your freedom. You will no longer endure my presence, or my touch. I am sorry I was not enough for you to love, and I pray to whatever deity that is listening, that you will find that person one day. You do deserve happiness, Severus. You are a fiercely intelligent, loyal, and fascinating person, whose attributes far outweigh your crimes. Forgive yourself for your mistakes, so you will see the forgiveness others gave you a long time ago. I do love you. My final gift to you…freedom. Merry Christmas.