If it's Christmas Eve where you are right now, then Happy Christmas Eve and also for tomorrow! I hope the holidays bring you and your family together in new-found happiness and joy. I haven't been having a very good Christmas Eve, but I'm trying not to let the muggles get me down! This piece is a reflection of my mood right now; unfortunately it isn't festive and I don't want you to read this if it's going to bring you down.
Otherwise, please spare a thought for just how lucky you might be right now: internet access, laptops, family, health, stability. There are too many people in this world who have nothing, and if you look close enough, those people are closer to home than you think.
Happy Holidays and be safe!
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Dear Dumbledore,
If I were to die tomorrow you would miss me – for the wrong reasons. I am not stupid enough to think that I am not needed. I am wise enough to know though, that I am gone beyond repair, and I am bold enough to put the blame on you. That's right – you did this to me.
I don't care how that makes you feel – I hope it hurts, in fact. I hope it hurts the way I hurt every day; no more than that but definitely not less. I want the guilt to consume you the same way that my memories do to me. I want the guilt to keep you awake; to make you stare at the darkness while it stares boldly back. I want the guilt to make you look in the mirror as punishment…
Most importantly, I want the guilt to make you think, but not to think of how you could have saved your own ass; instead think of how you couldn't save theirs.
Yours faithfully,
Severus Snape.
Professor Snape sealed the envelope in one fluid movement, then pocketed it and tipped the waiter two sickles. Outside, the village of Hogsmeade lay beneath an every growing blanket of freezing snow; the castle in the distance blurred against the storm, and in his coat pocket, the letter that he wrote and re-wrote every year, burned silently to ashes.