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A/N: I'll tell you who the one that gave the kiss was. How about that?
Summary: Sometimes the answers lie in the questions themselves. Post-War fic. Ootp spoilers. ?/? Het.
I Walked Away – Chapter 2, I've Always Known
I've always known he loved her. That's why, when she had a crush on me, even though I'd liked her since I met her, I never showed I liked her back. I never even showed that I saw her that way. I couldn't. I could see it, long before even he could, that he was in love with her. I may never have liked the man, we may never have gotten along, and we may never be friends, but I couldn't take her away from him. Even though I love her, because I love her, I'm willing to let her go. If it will make her happy...
I hope you're happy, Severus Snape. You have everything I've ever wanted right within your grasp. Just reach out a hand and you have it all. You may have been set free with the Dark Lord's demise, but I'll never be free. I'll never be free of the danger, of the fame, of the expectations. No one expects anything from you, Severus Snape, and I envy you that. You don't have to live up to some stupid name. You don't have to pretend to be someone you're not. If you make a mistake, it won't be plastered all over the papers. She loves you, too, Snape, just as much as you love her. I can see it in her eyes. All you have to do is be yourself, Snape, and she'll love you. She already loves you. I envy you that. I envy your freedom, and I envy that you can say something cruel and not have it come to bite you in the arse later on. I'm jealous. I'll admit it. I hate it that she loves you, and that you love her, and that I can never have her. I hate it that I can't be anything other than a friend to that woman. I hate it, but I don't blame you. I blame myself. I should have told her while I had the chance. You treat her right, Snape. You treat her right.
If you hurt that woman, Severus Snape, I swear to God that I will break every single bone in your body one by one, cut out your heart with a spoon, resurrect you, and repeat the process until you get just how much of an idiot you are. Because I love her. I love her more than words can say. I would bring you back to life because it would kill her if you died; maybe not right away, but eventually it would kill her. I'm warning you now, Snape, let her go and she just might not be there for the taking. Because I love her. I love her just as much as you do. You can't see how much I love her, I hide it well, but I do.
I love that woman, Severus Snape, and I know you love her too. I know she loves you, and I know you're better for her than I could ever be. I may not like you, but I love her. I could never hurt her. So you make her happy, Severus Snape; you make her happy, or I'll haunt you until you die. She loves you, and I know you love her too. I know you love each other just like I know I'll never send this letter.
I've always known that the hero, no matter how many battles they win, loses in the end.
Sincerely,
H.J. Potter
A/N: I'll tell you who the one that gave the kiss was. How about that?
Summary: Sometimes the answers lie in the questions themselves. Post-War fic. Ootp spoilers. ?/? Het.
I Walked Away – Chapter 2, I've Always Known
I've always known he loved her. That's why, when she had a crush on me, even though I'd liked her since I met her, I never showed I liked her back. I never even showed that I saw her that way. I couldn't. I could see it, long before even he could, that he was in love with her. I may never have liked the man, we may never have gotten along, and we may never be friends, but I couldn't take her away from him. Even though I love her, because I love her, I'm willing to let her go. If it will make her happy...
I hope you're happy, Severus Snape. You have everything I've ever wanted right within your grasp. Just reach out a hand and you have it all. You may have been set free with the Dark Lord's demise, but I'll never be free. I'll never be free of the danger, of the fame, of the expectations. No one expects anything from you, Severus Snape, and I envy you that. You don't have to live up to some stupid name. You don't have to pretend to be someone you're not. If you make a mistake, it won't be plastered all over the papers. She loves you, too, Snape, just as much as you love her. I can see it in her eyes. All you have to do is be yourself, Snape, and she'll love you. She already loves you. I envy you that. I envy your freedom, and I envy that you can say something cruel and not have it come to bite you in the arse later on. I'm jealous. I'll admit it. I hate it that she loves you, and that you love her, and that I can never have her. I hate it that I can't be anything other than a friend to that woman. I hate it, but I don't blame you. I blame myself. I should have told her while I had the chance. You treat her right, Snape. You treat her right.
If you hurt that woman, Severus Snape, I swear to God that I will break every single bone in your body one by one, cut out your heart with a spoon, resurrect you, and repeat the process until you get just how much of an idiot you are. Because I love her. I love her more than words can say. I would bring you back to life because it would kill her if you died; maybe not right away, but eventually it would kill her. I'm warning you now, Snape, let her go and she just might not be there for the taking. Because I love her. I love her just as much as you do. You can't see how much I love her, I hide it well, but I do.
I love that woman, Severus Snape, and I know you love her too. I know she loves you, and I know you're better for her than I could ever be. I may not like you, but I love her. I could never hurt her. So you make her happy, Severus Snape; you make her happy, or I'll haunt you until you die. She loves you, and I know you love her too. I know you love each other just like I know I'll never send this letter.
I've always known that the hero, no matter how many battles they win, loses in the end.
Sincerely,
H.J. Potter