Title: Why I Hate
Pairing: HP/SS (implied)
Rating: PG-13 for slight implication of suicide
Disclaimer: I don't own it!! It all belongs to someone else.unfortunately.
Spoilers: Through GoF
AN: Deep breath.really short, and my first posted work. Please don't hate!!
Summary: Harry sends Severus a letter.
Do you want to know why I hate you? Why I've always hated you?
You saved me.
Every time I was in danger, every time I was hurt, you were there. The broomstick in first year, trying to save me from Lupin in third. The Dursleys' last summer. You wouldn't let me go.
But I wish you had.
That you'd let me fall, let me get eaten, let me be beaten to death.
You know he's back. You've seen him, been called to him. You know what he's done, what he's going to do.
If I had died, if you had let me go.he needed my blood. It's my fault he's back. But it's your fault that I'm still alive. And that is unforgivable.
I see him, you know. Every night now, in my dreams. I know what he's planning. He's found a way to become immortal. But he needs a special ingredient. Not just blood, oh no, this time he needs a little more. Blood and bone and breath and heart. I have to be alive when he does it, you see. And it will work. And he will win.
Unless I'm dead.
And you won't let me die.
Hermione and Ron think I've got mad. Malfoy can't wait to see you expel me. I think he's selling tickets. Dumbledore and McGonagal assure me that they realize it was an accident, and they will "talk" to you about it before they release you from the restraints. I, of course, being the absolutely clueless potions student that I am, had no idea what adding the mandrake root would do.
Other than put you into a weeklong coma.
When you read this, I will be gone. Cliché, I know, but true. Why am I telling you this, you ask? Why should you care?
Because I love you.
And you love me, though you'd never admit it.
And because you're the worst thing that ever happened to me.
I don't trust magic to get the job done, so I'm afraid that I'm going to do it the Muggle way. If it helps, don't think of it as suicide. Think of it as self-defense. So what was my point?
I hate you for hating my father I hate you for Sirius. I hate you for five years of pure torture. For all the things that were never said, and all the things that were. For keeping me alive. For loving me. And I hate me for loving you for hating me for love and hate. So, goodbye Severus. May you find happiness someday.
Harry Potter
Pairing: HP/SS (implied)
Rating: PG-13 for slight implication of suicide
Disclaimer: I don't own it!! It all belongs to someone else.unfortunately.
Spoilers: Through GoF
AN: Deep breath.really short, and my first posted work. Please don't hate!!
Summary: Harry sends Severus a letter.
Do you want to know why I hate you? Why I've always hated you?
You saved me.
Every time I was in danger, every time I was hurt, you were there. The broomstick in first year, trying to save me from Lupin in third. The Dursleys' last summer. You wouldn't let me go.
But I wish you had.
That you'd let me fall, let me get eaten, let me be beaten to death.
You know he's back. You've seen him, been called to him. You know what he's done, what he's going to do.
If I had died, if you had let me go.he needed my blood. It's my fault he's back. But it's your fault that I'm still alive. And that is unforgivable.
I see him, you know. Every night now, in my dreams. I know what he's planning. He's found a way to become immortal. But he needs a special ingredient. Not just blood, oh no, this time he needs a little more. Blood and bone and breath and heart. I have to be alive when he does it, you see. And it will work. And he will win.
Unless I'm dead.
And you won't let me die.
Hermione and Ron think I've got mad. Malfoy can't wait to see you expel me. I think he's selling tickets. Dumbledore and McGonagal assure me that they realize it was an accident, and they will "talk" to you about it before they release you from the restraints. I, of course, being the absolutely clueless potions student that I am, had no idea what adding the mandrake root would do.
Other than put you into a weeklong coma.
When you read this, I will be gone. Cliché, I know, but true. Why am I telling you this, you ask? Why should you care?
Because I love you.
And you love me, though you'd never admit it.
And because you're the worst thing that ever happened to me.
I don't trust magic to get the job done, so I'm afraid that I'm going to do it the Muggle way. If it helps, don't think of it as suicide. Think of it as self-defense. So what was my point?
I hate you for hating my father I hate you for Sirius. I hate you for five years of pure torture. For all the things that were never said, and all the things that were. For keeping me alive. For loving me. And I hate me for loving you for hating me for love and hate. So, goodbye Severus. May you find happiness someday.
Harry Potter