Disclaimer: I'm just messin' around with J.K. Rowling's fun cast of characters. She is no more responsible for the abuse they suffer at my hands than I am for the abuse they've suffered at hers. Davyn Brodie and Darcy Sweeney are my sole property and their misfortunes are entirely upon my head.
Hello there.
You don't know me but I'm sure you know many of the characters and events of my time. You probably know all about The Boy Who Lived and his nemesis He Who Must Not Be Named. You must then also be familiar with the Weasleys, Hermione Granger and, of course, Dumbledore. You may even know of the Malfoys, formerly associated with that nasty group known as the Death Eaters.
Of all that you must surely know. What you do not know of is my story. No. You could not possibly know that. Nor could you know of my love for a man who fooled them all; a man hated by many, liked by few and loved by one.
But that is the story I wish to tell.
My name is Darcy Sweeney and I loved Professor Severus Snape.
