A/n: I received a review saying that they spent the whole chapter trying to understand it but that they had finally gotten what I meant. Please if you have any questions, PM me and I will gladly help you out! I failed to state in the first chapter (which could be reason for Ameretsu's confusion) that all italic are the letter portions of the story and all regular font is simply what is happening in 3rd person. I do agree with Willowlux that a separate story would be better, so my goal is to post chapter's under the title 'This is Where I Leave You' simultaneously while I post chapters to this story. When this will happen, will hopefully be soon and I will let those who have reviewed when it is live. After further consideration, the title of this story 'Remember Me', I will be changing to 'This is Where We Remember' just because it will coincide better with the title of Hermione's version of events. Thank you for the reviews everyone I appreciate it and the silent followers of this as well! Again please leave a comment if there is anything unclear or confusing or simply to state any ideas or how much you like it xD. I will reply as soon as possible! Enjoy3

The rage left the man shaking with such force that the air around them seem to crackle with the tension of his coming storm.

I could barely form the words I wanted to say, I felt that if I could project the darkness in me in a way that they could see, could understand my hurt, my pain. But as always, I was wrong.

The door shut behind him with a loud thud, but he could progress no further into the large circular room. The ticking and clanking of Dumbledore's little gizmos and gadgets, that littered the office, did nothing to break Severus from the dark thoughts stirring within him. Even though the rage rolled through him, he was at a lost for words. He could scream, curse the man before him, but it was as if the very thought drained him of all energy. The anger before that he portrayed in the Great Hall and as he walked to the office, it was as if he had been blocking his mind for day's non-stop. He felt naked, raw, and vulnerable, and he realized that he did not want to hear what the old man had to say after all.

Dumbledore, noticing that Severus did not progress further into the room, concerned him. Severus showed signs of defeat, of giving up and that did not do with his grandmaster plan. He motioned to Minerva to take a seat and smiled at her with thanks for not demanding answers as soon as they had entered the office. He needed a moment, but soon even that was fading quickly, as he took in the sight of a broken man beginning to retreat into himself and starting the motion of making his quick escape.

"The first day she appeared before me was August 29th, 1978, just a few short days before the start of term. She magically materialized right in this very room, dried blood caked with mud all over her face, her clothing torn and worn as if she had just emerged from a great battle. Her hair was wild like a lions mane and she wore such a fierce expression that would shame any lioness. She was weary and looked so underfed I wondered at her strength that kept her going. The young woman was on the verge of wanting to collapse but the way she looked at me as if she had seen a ghost, it gave her motive to keep alert." Dumbledore paused for a moment, staring at Severus' stiff form. Taking a seat behind his desk, he continued. "I will not go into greater details on what had transgressed, but she told me of the future, and further more, what was to come."

"But, Albus, what about the Laws of Time?" Minerva interrupted, her voice distant as she replayed the memories of her past with the very same young woman that they spoke of.

"Naturally, Minerva, I too had told her before she had continued in detail, but she confessed that I was expected to know of what the future holds. She offered important information, information that she was told to pass on in order for them to win." Albus answered her.

This time, Severus' spoke, his voice quiet, making the pair strain to hear him, "Them?"

"Us, our future selves. There were documentations, evidence to prove her story, but most importantly, there were major events that had to happen to ensure our victory."

"You mean the sacrificial lambs of Lily and her son?" Severus' voice started to grow with deadly anger.

"She knew of these events, that is correct, but she was not a contributor in their fall if that is what you ask." Dumbledore stated calmly, as he laced his fingers atop his oak wooden desk.

"It may have not been her own wand that killed her friend, but it might as well have been!" Severus' body seemed to visibly start to shake and the other two could only believe it was his anger building up further.

"Albus, please explain!" Minerva spoke, trying to interrupt the already rising tension.

"These were fixed events that needed to happen, to ensure the victory of the first war, but most importantly to guarantee our eventual success in the coming war. She was sent back to retrieve something of importance, to ensure that they would not fail. Severus, maybe in time you will learn to forgive her, but not everything she had done was for the sole purpose to ensure our victory. Her love for you was always true." By this point Dumbledore's voice held a tone of sadness and guilt. For the things he had done, what he still had to do. There truly was no rest for the wicked.

"What love?" the sound of the door screeched open upon its hinges, "there was no love." And with that the door shut again, leaving Minerva and Albus in a sad silence.

So here I am in my cold and dank dungeon writing you a letter that I hope someday you will read. I loved you with everything I had, I still do. And maybe that is what makes me so angry, what makes me not only hate you, but hate myself with a passion for being weak, for being the coward everyone has always claimed me to be.

So like some wild crazy beast, Severus destroyed his room, tearing to shreds years of research, mementos. Breaking whatever stood in his path…

… If for nothing more that to feel the satisfying high of pretending each mangled thing were your limbs torn into pieces, strewed through out my entire chambers.

As Severus finally awoke from his drunken stupor, the first day of classes did not bring any grain of comfort to him. Upon checking his timetable, the first lessons were of the 5th years Gryffindor and Slytherin potion lesson and he was very sure that the little brats would out do themselves with idiocies like every term. Scanning through the rest of the week's timetable, his last class of the week would be the class that contained her.

For the best it would seem.

As always,

Your Beloved Severus