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Dear Diary,
Sitting back and silently watching the display between my fellow marauders and Snape, I wish I could have stepped in and stopped this mockery. But no, I pulled out a book and inserted myself within its pages, while he endured in what James would call excitement.
Images of Snape keeling over onto the grass, unable to breathe clings to my mind, and will not let go. Like a disease haunting its victim. Locomotormortis(1) and Scourgify(2) were among the few spells that were lashed out at the poor Slytherin.
I do not understand how someone could just take everything, and act like the curses did not even damage you. Act so proud, hiding himself in the shadows; the shadows where all Slytherins loved to play.
James, Sirius, and Peter did not have to curse him, not today, not after those O.W.L.S, not when it's so close to the end of the school year. Not when he did not even deserve what was thrown at him. Snape, hiding behind your dark visage why must you be the target of their taunts?
If Lily was not there to stop James, Snape might have cracked. Everything he has hidden from the public, keeping secret to everyone, maybe even himself.
Is this a façade he puts up? ..Is this a façade I put up? Staring into those onyx eyes filled with void and despair, I could melt myself in those eyes. Why am I saying this? He is Snape, a member of Slytherin. And I am in Gryffindor, immediate enemies before we even know each other.
It's getting dark, and I should not be here. But, I need to apologize to Snape, not for Padfoot, Wormtail, and Prongs, but for me too. For not stepping in, for not stopping them, for not.. doing what I truly feel is right to do.
Do you think he would forgive me diary? It is not in his nature to do so, and I would not blame him if he shunned me away from his life, from his world. A world that I want to be in, a world that I want to know. Different from my own.
I can feel the urges erupting inside of me, but are these human urges? Or just what the werewolf wants to deliver. Would Snape, of all people, understand what it is like to be a werewolf? A werewolf that is hungry for love, for lust, for him.
I have been hiding these words in the back of my clouded mind for so long. Seven years I have known you. Seven years you concealed yourself within Slytherins stereotype. Seven years, I watched you fight with my friends.
Seven years.
I am a monster Snape. As noted by the dictionary, I am an animal of abnormal form. One who strays from the normal or acceptable behavior. A threatening force. A frightful antagonist inside of storybooks where the villain always loses. So Snape..
Can I be your monster?
Love,
Moony
Other Stuff
(1) Paralyzing spell in which you keel over as stiff as a board.
(2) Pink soap bubbles foam at your mouth
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Dear Diary,
Sitting back and silently watching the display between my fellow marauders and Snape, I wish I could have stepped in and stopped this mockery. But no, I pulled out a book and inserted myself within its pages, while he endured in what James would call excitement.
Images of Snape keeling over onto the grass, unable to breathe clings to my mind, and will not let go. Like a disease haunting its victim. Locomotormortis(1) and Scourgify(2) were among the few spells that were lashed out at the poor Slytherin.
I do not understand how someone could just take everything, and act like the curses did not even damage you. Act so proud, hiding himself in the shadows; the shadows where all Slytherins loved to play.
James, Sirius, and Peter did not have to curse him, not today, not after those O.W.L.S, not when it's so close to the end of the school year. Not when he did not even deserve what was thrown at him. Snape, hiding behind your dark visage why must you be the target of their taunts?
If Lily was not there to stop James, Snape might have cracked. Everything he has hidden from the public, keeping secret to everyone, maybe even himself.
Is this a façade he puts up? ..Is this a façade I put up? Staring into those onyx eyes filled with void and despair, I could melt myself in those eyes. Why am I saying this? He is Snape, a member of Slytherin. And I am in Gryffindor, immediate enemies before we even know each other.
It's getting dark, and I should not be here. But, I need to apologize to Snape, not for Padfoot, Wormtail, and Prongs, but for me too. For not stepping in, for not stopping them, for not.. doing what I truly feel is right to do.
Do you think he would forgive me diary? It is not in his nature to do so, and I would not blame him if he shunned me away from his life, from his world. A world that I want to be in, a world that I want to know. Different from my own.
I can feel the urges erupting inside of me, but are these human urges? Or just what the werewolf wants to deliver. Would Snape, of all people, understand what it is like to be a werewolf? A werewolf that is hungry for love, for lust, for him.
I have been hiding these words in the back of my clouded mind for so long. Seven years I have known you. Seven years you concealed yourself within Slytherins stereotype. Seven years, I watched you fight with my friends.
Seven years.
I am a monster Snape. As noted by the dictionary, I am an animal of abnormal form. One who strays from the normal or acceptable behavior. A threatening force. A frightful antagonist inside of storybooks where the villain always loses. So Snape..
Can I be your monster?
Love,
Moony
Other Stuff
(1) Paralyzing spell in which you keel over as stiff as a board.
(2) Pink soap bubbles foam at your mouth