Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter characters.
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Coin
By Yukitarina Sisyphalbafica Degelkardia
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Six years in Hogwarts…
"Zero again, Potter!"
"You're spiteful as your father, Potter."
"You're liar and eely just like your father, Potter."
"Detention, Potter!"
"Fifty points from Gryffindor, Potter."
"Your head is so swollen the same as your father, Potter!"
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A second before his death…
"Look…at…me…"
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There's a lot of story about a child born from the one we love. The child of the one who could never be ours, for the exact.
Some don't care about the child. Some hate him. Some acts quite normal. Some even love him, for they think the child reminds them to someone who has ever stayed in their heart.
But the thing happened to the black eyed and sallow-faced potion master was a kind of complex emotion. He loved a woman, and could never have her for she married a man he really really loathed. The woman was the only friend he had, a lady who never faded away even though decades have run as the blows of the wind.
The lady had a baby-boy, with a face that really looked like his father's and brilliant green eyes which resembled his mother's.
Everybody said feelings are coming without any invitation. Feelings cannot be predicted. Feelings also cannot be obstructed. Yet, there's only a few know that feelings can be chosen.
And the resembled-tunnels-black-eyed man was choosing and deciding about what he had to feel on the child named Harry Potter. He chose to hate him. Every inches of his veins, every beats of his heart, every drops of his blood, every thumps of his muscle…they are commanded to hate the boy.
But at the same moment, he, too, chose to care about him. Every moves of his hand, every steps of his feet, every sentences that he said, every parts of his gazes…they are aimed to take care and protect the boy.
He truly loathed the boy for his father's face. And at the same time, he took care of him and protected him for his mother's eyes.
Then it is true that love and hate are carved on the same sides of coin: head and numbers.
Or for the case of Severus Snape, they are carved on the same feature of a boy: his face and his eyes.
The End