Imagine this:

Your hair is long and black - let your hand decide if it is greasy or not.

You have a huge nose. It looks horrible but it has its advantages. I can't think of any right now but I am sure there are some. Well maybe one, there has to be at least one.

You are a hero. But nobody knows it. And if they do know they do not care.

You work for the man you hate the most. Well, second most. But you are not sure about that. Nobody is.

But that's ok because you have a sexy voice.

Students are afraid of you. People don't like you. But they still annoy you.

Especially Albus Dumbledore. The old man loved to annoy you. He enjoyed it more than anything. And he did it with a twinkle in his eyes.

Think about it. Would you be angry? Would you care? I think you do. But it's hard to know if you don't talk about it. And even harder if you don't think about what you feel.

So, your life is sad and dark. You are alone. You don't like your life. You hate yourself. You torture yourself with you past and make your present miserable. You think that everything is your fault. Your fault alone.

Some of the things that happened really are your fault. But you made up for it. You sacrificed your life because of the mistakes you made and you regret them more than anything. You think of them all the time.

But what if I told you, that you deserved to be happy? That your life could be sunny and NOT alone. That you could have friendship and love.

Would you want that? Would you have the balls to grab it if it hit you in the face?

Your answer doesn't matter. Because frankly: This story isn't about you. Neither is it about me.

It's about the man everybody hates and we love. It's about Severus Snape.

But before I start to unfold the story of Severus Snape I want to ask you a question. And this time your answer matters.

Do you think he has the balls to do it?