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Chapter one, The letter,
My Love,
You've just gone into the bathroom, and I can hear the shower running. There's still a warm spot where you were laying. I'm on your side of the bed now, holding your pillow. It smells of herbs, like you.
I remember the day, no, the moment, that I realized I didn't hate you. I know that sometimes you worried it was because you saved my life. It wasn't. If anything. I hated you more for that.
It was when Draco levitated you into Dumbledore's office after that death eater meeting. I knew that you went even though you were almost certain that you had been found out. If you hadn't gone to the meeting, then Draco's cover would have been blown, and the sort of person you are made it impossible for you to even consider letting Draco die.
I remember when I realized that I loved you.
You were holding me, right after Ron died. You told me that I could cry. I don't think any one had ever done that for me before. Just let me cry.
When Dumbledore made me cast the soul mate spell, I wasn't really very surprised to find out it was you. I wonder if you were as surprised as you claimed.
You will be in the shower a good while longer. It always takes you forever to wash your hair after you brew the dreamless sleep potion for me, but I still don't have enough time to tell you everything that I really want to say.
I've gone by now; to challenge Voldemort to a duel. We've had this argument over, and over, but we both know what the prophecy means. There's no one else who can do it, my love. I have to try and kill him and every day that passes, I'm letting more people die by not stopping him.
Running away while you're in the shower is cowardice, but if I try and talk to you about this, you'll stop me, again.
I will do every thing in my power to come back to you.
Please know that I love, and always will love you.
All my love,
Harry
Still damp from the shower he'd just taken, Severus Snape looked up from the letter on the floor. He was on the floor too, though he didn't remember having fallen down somewhere in the middle of reading. Taking the letter, he stood, walked over to the fire and floo'd strait to Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore looked up from his desk to smile at Severus, only to have his smile disappear at the sight of the desolation on the Potion Master's face.
"Severus?"
"Harry's gone. He went to fight him." Said Severus, as he fell to his knees, still clutching the letter in his hand.
"This isn't all over yet, Severus. Harry could win." But even Dumbledore couldn't sound as if he thought it likely.
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You can flame me. I didn't like it either.
Chapter one, The letter,
My Love,
You've just gone into the bathroom, and I can hear the shower running. There's still a warm spot where you were laying. I'm on your side of the bed now, holding your pillow. It smells of herbs, like you.
I remember the day, no, the moment, that I realized I didn't hate you. I know that sometimes you worried it was because you saved my life. It wasn't. If anything. I hated you more for that.
It was when Draco levitated you into Dumbledore's office after that death eater meeting. I knew that you went even though you were almost certain that you had been found out. If you hadn't gone to the meeting, then Draco's cover would have been blown, and the sort of person you are made it impossible for you to even consider letting Draco die.
I remember when I realized that I loved you.
You were holding me, right after Ron died. You told me that I could cry. I don't think any one had ever done that for me before. Just let me cry.
When Dumbledore made me cast the soul mate spell, I wasn't really very surprised to find out it was you. I wonder if you were as surprised as you claimed.
You will be in the shower a good while longer. It always takes you forever to wash your hair after you brew the dreamless sleep potion for me, but I still don't have enough time to tell you everything that I really want to say.
I've gone by now; to challenge Voldemort to a duel. We've had this argument over, and over, but we both know what the prophecy means. There's no one else who can do it, my love. I have to try and kill him and every day that passes, I'm letting more people die by not stopping him.
Running away while you're in the shower is cowardice, but if I try and talk to you about this, you'll stop me, again.
I will do every thing in my power to come back to you.
Please know that I love, and always will love you.
All my love,
Harry
Still damp from the shower he'd just taken, Severus Snape looked up from the letter on the floor. He was on the floor too, though he didn't remember having fallen down somewhere in the middle of reading. Taking the letter, he stood, walked over to the fire and floo'd strait to Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore looked up from his desk to smile at Severus, only to have his smile disappear at the sight of the desolation on the Potion Master's face.
"Severus?"
"Harry's gone. He went to fight him." Said Severus, as he fell to his knees, still clutching the letter in his hand.
"This isn't all over yet, Severus. Harry could win." But even Dumbledore couldn't sound as if he thought it likely.
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You can flame me. I didn't like it either.
