Midnight Memory Every streetlamp Daylight Burnt out ends of smoky days Touch me Look
Not
a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is
smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at
my feet
And the wind begins to moan
All alone in
the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful
then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the
memory live again
Seems to beat a
fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp
gutters
And soon it will be morning
I must
wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't
give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And
a new day will begin
The
stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is
over
Another day is dawning
It's so easy to
leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If
you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
A
new day has begun
The music danced softly as Snape cried in front of the fire. Rumors had finally reached him that Harry James Potter, the savior of the magical community, was dead after 10 years of battling a war that should have been done when Voldemort was killed. But Snape wasn't crying for Harry. No he was crying for the man he had fallen head over heels for, which with Snape just isn't possible, when the boy was a 4th year at Hogwarts. And yes that man was Harry Potter.
"you promised you wouldn't leave me Harry and now your dead" Snape thought as he let the tears fall to the ground. Suddenly his door burst open and there stood Minerva McGonagall, headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Severus he isn't dead. He's franticly shouting for you in the Great Hall, god he thought you would do something rash and come looking for you if the rumors reached your ears. Harry needs you for god's sake so get your sorry ass of the floor……………" But the end of McGonagall's rant never reached Snape. He was already halfway down the passage that lead from his private rooms to the hallway his Slytherin's used.
Harry paced the Great Hall, praying that Snape hadn't already left to go find him or his body. His godfathers, Sirius and Remus Lupin-Black, watched him from their chairs.
"God Harry calm down. Your acting as if your in love with Snivolus" Sirius said for the tenth time. Harry stooped dead in his tracts and turned to Sirius.
"First of all why don't you get it through that thick skull of yours that I do bloody love him and I will not relax until I know if he has gone and done anything rash!" Harry all but shouted and resumed his pacing. For the second time in a minuet, Harry stopped dead in his tracts after catching sight of the doors that opened up to the Great Hall.
There stood before him a defiantly worried Severus Snape, potions master of Hogwarts school.
"Harry" Snape called out weakly as the boy, no young man, rushed over to him and actually kissed him in front of all the teachers at Hogwarts and his godfathers. Wolf whistles and cheering erupted behind them as both Snape and Harry sank deeper and deeper into the kiss.
Harry broke the kiss, tears streaming down both of their faces.
"God I was so worried about you. I thought that if you heard I was dead, you might do something rash and come looking for me even though you are one of the most wanted people in all of the death-eaters, me being the first." Harry whispered as he hugged Snape.
"I thought you were dead. 10 years with no word except from the newspaper printing that you were sighted at some place that the remaining death-eaters attacked. I really thought you were dead. God don't you dare leave me again love. Please" Snape whispered back as he clung to Harry. Behind them someone cleared their throat and Harry came back down to earth. Sirius and Remus were standing a foot away, waiting for the two people to finish their "emotional" moment.
"Harry you need to tell them now and then we need to get everyone else here" Remus had said quietly and Snape turned to Harry.
"Whats going on Harry? Whats wrong?" Before Harry could answer, a pain shot acroos Snape's left arm and Snape winced. All the teachers tensed when Snape winced but the tensed even more when Harry clutched his scar, his face screwed up with pain.
"Sev I need your left arm and quickly" Harry managed to get out through the blinding pain that was giving him a migraine. Snape obligated and Harry jerked up the sleeves of Snape's teaching attire. Harry stared at a particular spot on Snape's arm before yelling,
"MOTHER FUCKER!" Every stared at Harry, never in their lives hearing him curse like that.
"Harry…… he just can't be back" Snape stammered as he looked at the thing he hated the most. The Dark Mark was once again visible on his left arm.