Hey there! Another fic for you HP addicts! I really don't know what possesed me to write this one.I also don't know why I chose this name. I guess it was because I had no idea what to call it. The story's sort of angsty and weird, but oh well, enjoy! ^_^
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'Tear'
'It has been many years since the great war. No one could have seen it coming. Not in that magnitude. So many were lost. When many of them didn't have to be.
His army had been vast. His numbers had been far greater than we had expected. The Death Eaters were of course the main body of his army. The Dementors, we had always assumed, would join him. They are his natural allies. The Vampires alliance with them, although surprising, was not completely unexpected. But the Giants....how we had hoped to persuade them to our side. To show them that it was we, whom in the long run, fought for the greater good....to no avail....
At the time it was believed that our darkest hour had been the Dark Lord's final assault on the castle. Yes...many believed that when Hogwarts fell...the end would soon follow.
But we held on. Though our forces were diminishing and we grew fewer everyday, we held on. There had still been hope.
It wasn't until we lost Dumbledore, that the hopelessness of the battle sank in. He had been our guiding light. The golden thread that had kept us all together for so long......
He had been like a father to me. He showed such kindness toward me...when no one else had...Although he had seen, countless years, he himself seemed ageless. Invincible.
And so it came as a terrible shock, when at last, Dumbledore, my mentor, our hope, had been defeated. At the hands of Lord Voldemort.
Many other deaths soon followed. It reached a point where we had hardly the time to finish mourning for one, when we had to begin mourning for another.
Potter met his death soon enough. The way I always knew he would. He fought very bravely and died very quickly. How they had cried for him. Wonderful , precious , Potter. I hadn't bothered, to waste my tears .
Funny isn't it? How even after everything that's happened, everything I've seen and done, I can still find the strength within myself to loathe Potter and his entire wretched existence.
I have often wondered, especially now, when night descends upon my cavernous cell and the screams and moans of the other prisoners have died down, whether my animosity toward Potter is somehow rooted in jealousy. Afterall , who would shed their tears for me when I die?.....
How long I've been here, I can not say. But I do know that the battle still continues. And I do know that it won't be long before we, finally, fall... It won't be long.
I'm so tired..........'
With that, Severus Snape retreates into the dark corners of his cell, and sleep comes over him. A sound sleep, the likes of which he has never felt before. Whether or not he will wake from this sleep in the morning, is difficiult to say. But sleep he does, while outside his prison, in the magical world, the war rages on.
Disclaimer: {insert your favorite witty disclaimer here}
'Tear'
'It has been many years since the great war. No one could have seen it coming. Not in that magnitude. So many were lost. When many of them didn't have to be.
His army had been vast. His numbers had been far greater than we had expected. The Death Eaters were of course the main body of his army. The Dementors, we had always assumed, would join him. They are his natural allies. The Vampires alliance with them, although surprising, was not completely unexpected. But the Giants....how we had hoped to persuade them to our side. To show them that it was we, whom in the long run, fought for the greater good....to no avail....
At the time it was believed that our darkest hour had been the Dark Lord's final assault on the castle. Yes...many believed that when Hogwarts fell...the end would soon follow.
But we held on. Though our forces were diminishing and we grew fewer everyday, we held on. There had still been hope.
It wasn't until we lost Dumbledore, that the hopelessness of the battle sank in. He had been our guiding light. The golden thread that had kept us all together for so long......
He had been like a father to me. He showed such kindness toward me...when no one else had...Although he had seen, countless years, he himself seemed ageless. Invincible.
And so it came as a terrible shock, when at last, Dumbledore, my mentor, our hope, had been defeated. At the hands of Lord Voldemort.
Many other deaths soon followed. It reached a point where we had hardly the time to finish mourning for one, when we had to begin mourning for another.
Potter met his death soon enough. The way I always knew he would. He fought very bravely and died very quickly. How they had cried for him. Wonderful , precious , Potter. I hadn't bothered, to waste my tears .
Funny isn't it? How even after everything that's happened, everything I've seen and done, I can still find the strength within myself to loathe Potter and his entire wretched existence.
I have often wondered, especially now, when night descends upon my cavernous cell and the screams and moans of the other prisoners have died down, whether my animosity toward Potter is somehow rooted in jealousy. Afterall , who would shed their tears for me when I die?.....
How long I've been here, I can not say. But I do know that the battle still continues. And I do know that it won't be long before we, finally, fall... It won't be long.
I'm so tired..........'
With that, Severus Snape retreates into the dark corners of his cell, and sleep comes over him. A sound sleep, the likes of which he has never felt before. Whether or not he will wake from this sleep in the morning, is difficiult to say. But sleep he does, while outside his prison, in the magical world, the war rages on.