[Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter...there'd be some changes 'round here...[evil gleam in eye]]
Okay, I'm writing a chapter two to this because I got this great idea...well, I think it's great, but you guys might disagree.
Read on to see what it is...
Dear, Dear Diary
Chapter Two: Looking Back
by Adele Elisabeth
Dear Diary,
My, how the time passes. I haven't written in this since I was 16! But, times have changed, and most certainly for the better.
You see, my daughter is now 16 herself, and attending Hogwarts. I swore I would send her to Beauxbatons -- back then, I blamed all my troubles on coming to England. I never would have met Severus if I'd just stayed safely in France.
Now I know better -- as bad as things were then, and believe me, they got worse before they got better, but meeting Severus Snape was the best thing that ever happened to me. Perhaps, if he'd been more observant, if I'd moved faster...maybe we could have skipped the heartache and pain. Maybe I'd have gotten the fairytale I dreamed of.
I used to dream about how I'd get married. First, he would ask me to marry him (on bended knee, no less), and then I'd just gasp when I saw how beautiful my engagement ring was, and we'd have a long engagement, with a picture-perfect wedding to end, and live...happily ever after.
Unfortunately, I never got any of those things, but I did marry Severus. We have been married for sixteen years now, and I love him as much now as I did then.
The night I told Severus about baby (her name is Morag, and she thankfully looks nothing like her father, though she does have his irritating drawl when she wants to), he told me that he wasn't marrying Akira. Before he said that, I could barely bear to look at him, because when I did, I'd see him...with her. And then he told me that, and I had to choke back hope, because hope just gets you hurt.
He said he couldn't marry her because he loved someone else. I had to remind myself to breathe. The rest of the night up until our wedding is mostly a blur, but I remember well the wedding.
He passed out afterwards, and there was no heartbeat, no pulse...
I lost him before I had him, and I cried myself to sleep. I didn't bother to hide my wedding ring, though, I wanted to make sure everybody knew who Severus gave his love to before he died. A foolish whim, perhaps, but it was really all I had. I remember thinking "I'm too young to be a widow", and visions of people comforting his former fiancee flashed through my mind.
Of course, what happened on what I think was the next day, now that was truly frightening.
Severus hadn't actually died. I thought my heart would stop when he sat up, but I was so relieved. I had everything I needed right there, right then.
It would have been lovely just to stay in that moment.
I never did get an engagement ring, though. Don't think I'm not happy with what I do have, because I am, but it would have been nice.
Nevermind. It's far too late for might-have-beens. I saw a world of might-have-beens the first time Severus Snape kissed me, and that was...that was a mistake, on both our parts. More his, though, considering he'd just told me he was engaged.
Must dash, Morag just set the kitchen on fire.
~ Morganna (Snape!)
Okay, this is my mother's diary, and she's going to kill me when she finds out I've been reading it, but I was really curious. I mean, I've never gotten the whole story about the 'circumstances' surrounding my birth. I know it, sort of, but I don't know how Mum felt about it all.
Do now! Mum, I know you're going to hex me from here to Kingdom Come when you see this, but I couldn't help myself. Admit it -- this would make a brilliant story. Can't you just imagine if somebody wrote about us? Maybe we'd get royalties...and there'd be one of those Muggle things, a movie, and it'd be so cool...
Okay, waaaaaaaaay off track. Sheesh. Right, back to the...track. Whatev.
Now I just got to see if I can locate Daddy's diary. I'm sorry, journal. Guys don't have diaries, do they? Pfft. Losers. Except for Draco. But you don't need to know that. Off track again, sorry. Back to the 'track'. Basically, if you know where Daddy might keep his old diary, give me a hint, because now that I've seen your perspective thingie on things, I really want to know his.
'Kay? Love ya Mum,
- Morag
Dear Diary,
Morag Lillith Snape, if you are reading this, stop reading immediately.
And you might want to check the attic for your father's diary. We have all sorts of old things up there. But I couldn't say for sure, because you never really know.
~ Morganna
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How was that? I liked it.
Yes, I know, I'm neglecting the other two stories I'm actually supposed to be working on for this series, but I'm trying my hardest, honest!
Morag: As if you could be honest.
Adele: Bite me.
Morag: Don't give me ideas.
Adele: Can you say, 'Ewww'?
Morag: Yes. Yes I can.
Adele: Have I mentioned how much I hated you lately?
Morag: Oddly enough...no. But don't worry, I'm well aware. Now, readers, you good little readers you, I have a poll.
Would you like to
[a] have Morag walk in on her parents? (Only fair, Morganna walked in on Morag and Draco)
Morag: Don't vote for that. Do NOT vote for that. Talk about yick.
[b] see more Draco/Morag fluffiness.
Morag: [prods voters towards option [b]]
[c] see Severus/Morganna fluffiness.
Morag: My parents are old! They don't do fluffies!
Adele: I'm sure they beg to differ.
Morag: Yeah, but I'd rather NOT hear about it.
[d] or lastly, have some genuine female bonding, with retail therapy used to help ease a sorrowful friend through unfortunate boyfriend troubles.
Morag: It's a stupid poll. But we're bored.
Adele: She made me do it! SHE made me do it!
Morag: [takes a bow]