Summary : Severus Snape. A few moment before the one who survived be
scarred. Translation from the french fiction "Il a fallu que ce soit lui".
Disclaimer : Snape and his thoughts belong to Rowling.
To a lovely babe Valentin
Thanks to his mother for the translation
.
It had to be him – To be again
.
Too late.
I'm arriving too late.
But she saw me.
My hideous death-eater face.
The one she once protected.
I saw your despise in her eyes.
And her sadness.
And her fear.
And her love.
She too is falling down.
That damn laughing again.
His hoarse voice.
His hissing breathing.
My Master.
His present.
A traitor's treat.
My punishment.
.
I'm hearing a lullaby.
A tiny mobile above the cradle.
A child.
Your child.
He's getting nearer.
He's raising his wand.
The world is swinging around me.
I can see his moving lips.
I'm closing my eyes.
I can't.
Too much.
.
Crying.
A child is crying.
.
Where is He?
Where is the Master?
.
I'm getting near the little craddle.
Your son is alive.
A dribble of blood is trickling on his forehead.
He defeated Him.
I don't know how.
I dont' know why.
But he is alive.
I'm taking him in my arms.
His crying stops.
He's looking at me.
He's peering at me.
It's you.
It's her.
I'm holding both of you in my arms.
He's giving me a smile.
He's falling asleep.
.
I know He will be back.
To put an end to what he had started.
To face your son.
.
To repare.
To erase.
To undo.
.
It had to be him.
The one I should protect.
The one for whom I should die.
The one who survived.
The powerful one.
To make a meaningful life of mine
.
He knew he would come.
He had hidden it.
He had hidden it from me.
He knew it would be him.
.
It had to be him.
To repare.
To start all over again.
To hate
To protect
To the very end.
scarred. Translation from the french fiction "Il a fallu que ce soit lui".
Disclaimer : Snape and his thoughts belong to Rowling.
To a lovely babe Valentin
Thanks to his mother for the translation
.
It had to be him – To be again
.
Too late.
I'm arriving too late.
But she saw me.
My hideous death-eater face.
The one she once protected.
I saw your despise in her eyes.
And her sadness.
And her fear.
And her love.
She too is falling down.
That damn laughing again.
His hoarse voice.
His hissing breathing.
My Master.
His present.
A traitor's treat.
My punishment.
.
I'm hearing a lullaby.
A tiny mobile above the cradle.
A child.
Your child.
He's getting nearer.
He's raising his wand.
The world is swinging around me.
I can see his moving lips.
I'm closing my eyes.
I can't.
Too much.
.
Crying.
A child is crying.
.
Where is He?
Where is the Master?
.
I'm getting near the little craddle.
Your son is alive.
A dribble of blood is trickling on his forehead.
He defeated Him.
I don't know how.
I dont' know why.
But he is alive.
I'm taking him in my arms.
His crying stops.
He's looking at me.
He's peering at me.
It's you.
It's her.
I'm holding both of you in my arms.
He's giving me a smile.
He's falling asleep.
.
I know He will be back.
To put an end to what he had started.
To face your son.
.
To repare.
To erase.
To undo.
.
It had to be him.
The one I should protect.
The one for whom I should die.
The one who survived.
The powerful one.
To make a meaningful life of mine
.
He knew he would come.
He had hidden it.
He had hidden it from me.
He knew it would be him.
.
It had to be him.
To repare.
To start all over again.
To hate
To protect
To the very end.