An Ode to Professor Snape
Sneaking onto a train, I left my world, and entered one I didn't know existed.
A world of magic and wonder, vampires and werewolves, real life wizards and witches.
I shouldn't have come here, I do not belong in this world where I've suddenly arrived.
And yet, for now I can stay, be a part of it all, for a year I can live the most wonderful life.
The headmaster here at this school where they teach all these things so completely amazing,
Is letting me live here and learn what I can, in this castle where I can watch unicorns grazing.
But with all the things here, the spells and the magic that keep spinning my mind ever faster.
I have found something that makes my heart race even more, the one known as The Potions Master.
The students all fear him, some say he is evil, but with these things I do not agree.
From what I can tell in my short time here, there's more there that they just don't see.
I sit in the back of his dark, dungeon classroom, trying to make up these brews.
I do try my best but without magic powers, I just hope they'll do what they should do.
He hates me it seems, for just being here, this 'muggle' who takes up his time,
with having to activate potions for me, those hisses and snarls, I really don't mind.
I do well and I think this bothers him more and more with each passing day. He acts like he wants very much for me to fail, and have reason to send me away.
But I think he's impressed with the way I keep up, despite my lacking of magical powers.
He doesn't suspect, at least I don't think he does, that thinking of him is how I pass the hours.
He catches me looking from time to time, at him sitting up there at his desk during classes.
I quickly look away, but then back again, I long for him more as each minute passes.
His presence, that voice, those amazing dark eyes that burn right into my soul.
Just seeing him pass in the halls everyday somehow makes my once empty life seem whole.
He appears right there out of nowhere sometimes in a way that can seem rather creepy.
With his sarcastic remarks and his snide insults, he makes some students down right weepy.
But I'll bear any insult he throws my way just to have him pay attention to me.
And imagine that mouth giving kisses instead, and those hands in places they just shouldn't be.
And the scent he exudes from his potions and herbs as he passes by me each day,
Make me dream of nights tightly wrapped up in his arms, slowly loving the hours away.
Though I love him so dearly, I never can tell him the true powers that he possesses.
The passions that flood over me every night as I dream of his tender caresses.
For the day will come soon that I'll have to go back to my world, unenchanted and plain.
And to know he was loved, and then had to let go, would I fear cause him far too much pain.
So I take what I can, and dreams fill in the rest, as these days pass in wondrous glory.
Even though when I go, it can never be told, and no one will know of my story.
I'll just lie in my bed in my dull little room and dream, though I'm fully awake,
Of someday, somehow finding my way back for good, to the love of my life, Severus Snape.