In the gloom I saw an array of unusual objects lying on a wooden table, a sharp thin piece of wood which reminded me of the wands used in the Harry Potter movies and several pieces of parchment along with a bottle of ink and was that a quill?
Looking at the shelves above me I saw a lot of bottles including one of something that looked like orange juice and a vial of human blood. Stepping back in shock I felt cold wash over me making me feel like I had dived into a pool full of ice cold water, except this was a chill that seemed to settle deep in my bones, something that I had never felt before in my short life. This experience usually, according to books I had read, came to ghosts when they passed through doors and walls and indeed, I had just floated out of a cupboard's closed door.
My heart raced with fear, as my brain worked overtime trying to figure what and where I was, as my eyes roamed around trying to see anything in the complete darkness of where I stood. The only visible things were a table edge and the door I had just come out off. Fumbling along, what I hoped was a wall, I tried to look for the light switch, barely registering that I was hovering in the air instead of walking. Suddenly my hand landed on a loose spot in the wall and as soon as it sunk in, flames lit up in the torches placed all around the walls. As my eyes swept over the room, shivers ran down my spine. It seemed that I was hovering in a dungeon, a dark, creepy and dusty dungeon at that with selves full of bottles and vials of things that I never seen, ranging from a box filled to the brim with dark brown stones covered with drops of blood to was that a human hand?
"Wait, does that, oh Lord, yes it does read hair from a Werewolf. What is this place?! I asked out loud while floating towards the jar containing the human hand look alike the phrase curiosity killed the cat repeating in my head.
'Well, I am not a cat now, am I?" I challenged my paranoid brain, when my eyes feel on an almost hidden chest behind the top shelve and pulling it open I saw a picture of a young girl with vibrant red hair and deep emerald eyes, wearing some sort of school uniform and a small smile as if laughing at an internal joke. Turning it back I saw the name Lily Iris Evans scribbled on it. My breath catching I pulled out a faded parchment from under the photograph, one question in my head how was I in the Harry Potter universe and where was I? The dungeons potion room of Severus Snape or a room in Godric's Hallow or somewhere else? Opening the parchment, I realized it was a note, written by Severus Snape before he died.
I do not know why I am doing this but I do know one thing that when you look death in the face, that is when your will to live awakens and fire to fight is rekindled. In the face of death is when you try to stay strong, try to cling to life because no matter how what when or why you wanted to die, when you see the life ebbing out of you, you want to live, another day another minute another chance it does not matter, what matters is life and no one, not even Dumbledore, the greatest wizard could defeat the urge to live in the face of death. I saw it as I saw the life go out of his eyes during his fall, how his hand tightened as if trying to hold on but she, she gave her life when she could have lived. Was it love? I am sure it was, but what love was it? Was it the grief brought by the death of Potter, I could almost hear Snape snarl the world and smiled before continuing, or the urge to protect the last piece of him or was it the unconditional love for her son, the love which I got from my mother just like most children do that made her or the urge to protect the last piece of him or was it the unconditional love for her son, the love which I got from my mother just like most children do that made her beg for his life, even if she despised begging in front of the who did wrong? Knowing her I would not be surprised if it was all of these, but I do know that she is the strongest person I ever met, for she looked death in the face and did not shy away, she died for her son, a son who I will have to tell to sacrifice himself for this world, the same boy I swore to protect for her, the boy with her eyes and her determination to save everyone. He is Lily through and through but his face will always be Potter. I hope she can find it in her to forgive me, forgive me for ever saying that word, forgive me for not trying harder to med our broken friendship, forget me for never understanding her and Potter, for straying into darkness, for reporting the prophecy, for endangering her beloved son and for falling again and again in my duties whether they be to protect or teach. I feel so deep trying to prevent another Snivellous to rise, that I forgot that there were others apart from my snakes that I had to teach, not only how to brew lives but live too. Most of all I hope she can forgive for never living again because on that Halloween night, two dies but three lives ended, mine being the third. Now, even as I get ready to answer the dark lord's summon, I can feel death creeping on me and hope that I fulfill this last mission to save the world and avenge her before I ask for her forgiveness in the next adventure as the old man called death, or even I Severus Snape am going to try to cling to life while death claims me at last.
Reading these words, tears flow down my cheeks as I remember Sanpe's last words "Look at me Harry, you have her eyes, I want to die seeing her eyes." As I wipe the tears, all I hope is that Snape found the forgiveness he was looking for.
With a sudden jerk Lee realized that she had reached the end of the story and clicking on the comments button she typed "An intriguing and captivating way of remembering Snape. After what we learnt about him in the last book, I feel guilty about ignoring the good in Snape book after book."
And with that, Ashley shut down her laptop and ran off to play with her friends, leaving the world she had grown up laughing with, crying over and growing up with, waiting patiently for her return and entertaining thousands of other minds both young and old.