Severus Snape has a secret. I do know, and I will tell. He likes a young man, one nearly seventeen years younger than he! I, myself, and quite the same age as the young man. Severus Snape acts like he despises the young man in public, openly insulting him. Ah, but behind closed doors, you couldn't believe those insults and glares with but a glance, so full of love and cari they were. It was strange at first, both thinking themselves the enemy of the other. But somehow, and you must believe, for this could happen in no way other. The Fates reached their hands into mortal affairs, one, and the young man just started to fancy the idea of Severus Snape! They then reached not and inch above the head of him, and twisted Severus Snape into fancying the idea of the young man! They threw glares, insults, but loved another so, they should have burst with madness if not for a day, exa day they almost didn't finish, not more than four years after the thoughts of the other arrived, they just simply- simply stopped. They looked at another with caring instead of hatred, of love and not scorn! And, oh, they knew what the other was thinking, so why say anything? They each simply grasped the others hand in his. Now, I beg you not to tell, for not one of the public knows this. And I do know of another secret none should know. Yet I shall continue, but be wary, for I shan't repeat a word again! There is a young man, with his Severus beside him. The young man, that now has no Severus beside him. And this young man regrets all but being the young man that Severus loved. And though Severus loved him, he has yet to let the young man join him in the journey past. Severus Snape had a secret. That he loved a young man that was nearly seventeen years younger then he. A young man quite the same age as myself. A young man by the name Harry Potter. A young man who no longer stays with the living. A young man who is once again happy, and a young ,an that is the author if this story. How amusingly strange to think. A young man...