A horrible day. I wrote this because I had to do something. It is Harry and Snape if you will, or any of us and him.
Goodnight, Alan, and thank you. x
I dreamt last night of my teacher
I was searching for him for I had questions
But I couldn't find him
I called to him but he didn't answer because he was gone
I called to him but he was silent and I missed him
I missed the strength of his presence
the reliability of his knowledge
the solidity of his person
the steadiness of his gaze
the sound of his voice
I called again, and slowly, in his own time, in his own way, far away, invisible, he answered
Yes? he said What is it?
His voice answered
Where have you gone? I asked I need you
Are you sure? he said
Yes I said I have questions for you.
You, the hope and the despair
the right and the wrong
the light and the dark
the question and the answer
What do I do?
You carry on.
How?
You keep asking the questions.
But what is the answer?
I've shown you the answer:
The hope, the despair, the right, the wrong, the light, the dark.
All of it. The answer is all of it. Always.
The answer is love.