Not many people showed up to the funeral of Severus Snape, he had always
been a complete bastard to every one he'd ever met. Ron and Hermione showed
up to support Harry and Dumbledore also, for the same reason.
The teen hero was the only one to cry, he had loved his husband dearly no matter what he had done. Harry desired to say a few words about the potions master; it was originally Dumbledore idea, an attempt to heal the Gryffindor's heart just a little.
Just as he was about to begin a cloaked figure entered, no one paid him much attention not even Harry as he stood up to have his say.
"Severus was, there's really no other way to say it, a bastard. Even to me and I loved him. It didn't matter how many times he hit me in a drunken rage, in the morning he would apologise and that is what made me stay with him for so long.
When I lost our child because of him I decided that it wouldn't matter we'd still have each other, I wanted him to know that but by the time I reached him it was to late he was gone.
He's now just another name on the long list of people who have died because of me and no matter how hard I try to lead a normal life that will never happen.
So I think it is time to do what Severus told me to do in his last letter to me do not dwell on the past, move on and live in the future.
In a way I will always hate him for deserting me and that I will never forgive."
The cloaked figure watched Harry intently as he pushed past his friends and ran out of the cemetery where his parents, Sirius, Hagrid, Cedric and Lupin currently rested.
"Why can't I die?" He muttered angrily to himself as he knelt on the grassy hillside that looked over Hogsmead. Harry didn't mean to be over heard.
"I'm sorry about Severus." A voice said behind him, when the Gryffindor turned around he recognized it to be the masked figure that had come to hear him speak.
"Excuse me, but who are you?"
"Some one who cares for you to much and was meant to keep you from harm but failed miserably."
"What's your name?" Harry demanded, too depressed for this strangers cryptic speech and mind games.
However the figure did not answer instead he dissaperated out of sight allowing Harry to temporarily forget his problems. This short amount of time let his heart begin the slow process of healing from all the pain it had suffered from.
The teen hero was the only one to cry, he had loved his husband dearly no matter what he had done. Harry desired to say a few words about the potions master; it was originally Dumbledore idea, an attempt to heal the Gryffindor's heart just a little.
Just as he was about to begin a cloaked figure entered, no one paid him much attention not even Harry as he stood up to have his say.
"Severus was, there's really no other way to say it, a bastard. Even to me and I loved him. It didn't matter how many times he hit me in a drunken rage, in the morning he would apologise and that is what made me stay with him for so long.
When I lost our child because of him I decided that it wouldn't matter we'd still have each other, I wanted him to know that but by the time I reached him it was to late he was gone.
He's now just another name on the long list of people who have died because of me and no matter how hard I try to lead a normal life that will never happen.
So I think it is time to do what Severus told me to do in his last letter to me do not dwell on the past, move on and live in the future.
In a way I will always hate him for deserting me and that I will never forgive."
The cloaked figure watched Harry intently as he pushed past his friends and ran out of the cemetery where his parents, Sirius, Hagrid, Cedric and Lupin currently rested.
"Why can't I die?" He muttered angrily to himself as he knelt on the grassy hillside that looked over Hogsmead. Harry didn't mean to be over heard.
"I'm sorry about Severus." A voice said behind him, when the Gryffindor turned around he recognized it to be the masked figure that had come to hear him speak.
"Excuse me, but who are you?"
"Some one who cares for you to much and was meant to keep you from harm but failed miserably."
"What's your name?" Harry demanded, too depressed for this strangers cryptic speech and mind games.
However the figure did not answer instead he dissaperated out of sight allowing Harry to temporarily forget his problems. This short amount of time let his heart begin the slow process of healing from all the pain it had suffered from.
