Disclaimer: Would be nice if I owned HP; I would be so fucking rich. Alas, I am just a poor woman who writes to pass time.
My Lover,
Where do I begin? They say that if you truly love someone then you should set them free. If they return then it was meant to be, but if they do not return then there are other fish in the sea.
I can't help but to laugh. Am I losing my acclaimed Gryffindor courage? The thing is, I'm afraid that you won't come back to me. I'm afraid of losing you entirely. However, I must do this. I must set you free. Hahahaha...It sounds like I keep you caged, that you and I were forced into a relationship against our will, especially you. But, I know the truth; you were very much a willing participant in this journey, in our journey.
Perhaps you, too, are searching for away to sever all the remaining ties; perhaps even trying to find a way to cut all ties between us as gently as possible. Why, I believe you have grown soft in your 'old age.' Personally, I would rather have your acerbic remarks with that silky voice of yours; telling me what a fool I am and to leave you alone. Well, you would add harsher insults, and a better selection of diction. After all, I fell in love with all of you, Severus Snape.
There will be never be another lover like you, Severus, and before you get all possessive on me, I do not want, nor will I ever take another lover. Especially seeing as how you own and possess all of my heart, and always will.
My heart mourns, the memories too precious, too vicious. I treasure the time we had, after all: "tis better to have loved and lost, then to never have loved at all." Don't worry, Severus, I won't get too emotional.
It's only been two years since your death, yet I still expect to wake up in your arms. To see your face; without the scowl and mask. To hear your sarcastic comments with the coating of your emotions. To see your robes billow as you walk. Most of all, I still expect to hear your voice, full of love, tell me of your love while we talk about our day and our plans for the morrow. Even now I still don't want to let you go, not entirely.
I know that even as I let you go, I will always carry a part of you with me. I just hope that you don't think me too sappy when I say I miss you and that I will see you soon.
Love,
Hermoine Snape
PS--By the way, the children send their love. You would be proud of them, though you would never say so. All of our children possess your talent, skill, and passion for potions. All but our youngest have become Potions Masters.
Our youngest decided to become an Auror; just like his idol--Uncle Harry. I knew just how much you would love to hear how one of your seed idolizes 'the-boy-who-lived.'
AN: Well, what do you think? Let me know. Was my story 'all wrong'? Was it any good? I wasn't sure how writing a story by letter would work, but I tried.