Title: My Half-Blood Prince
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. The Song You and Me belongs to LifeHouse.
A/N: I wrote this right after reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I'm sorry if this is so bad. I just need to release some of these 'negative' emotions. Thank you so much for bearing with me.
My Half-Blood Prince
I didn't know that your middle name was Prince: a name that suits you most. A name, for me, will be eternally yours.I don't know why... I can't keep my eyes off of you...
You're standing at the back of the room. As you storm toward your desk, you pulled out your wand and waved it lazily to close all the windows of the room. Everyone in the room followed you with their scared faces. When you reached your desk, you faced the class: those black eyes stared at every student in the room. Your greasy black hair stayed at their respective places. Those black robes you are wearing now revealed your white complexion more that usual.
There's something about you now... I can't quite figure it out...
I sat on my chair while staring at you're every move: how your feet race for the goal, and how your deep and gloomy voice reaches the ears of every student in the room. You're now teaching the Defense against the Dark Arts subject. A subject you've always wanted for ages. As you stand in front of the class, you told us that we are dealing with an "unfixed, mutating and indestructible enemy." You, then told us that our "defenses must be as flexible and inventive as the arts we seek to undo." You taught us everything you knew about the Dark Lord. I had this notion that you're still working with him.
You got my head spinning; I don't know where to go from here...
The that happened. You did that for what? Pain? Vengeance? Hatred or anger? Why did you kill Professor Dumbledore? Everybody is talking about the news. Slughorn temporarily took your position as the Head of the Slytherin. Harry and the others said that you ran with Malfoy and disapparated just after passing the school's gate.
After hearing the news at the Gryffindor common room, I sat there motionless for a second/tow. Severus Snape, my favorite and the only one I love in this world did that horrible crime? I stood up and ran to the girls' dormitory and jumped to my bed. I pushed my face to the pillow. I will not believe it! Snape didn't kill Professor Dumbledore! No, Snape was under the Imperius Curse when he killed Professor Dumbledore! That should be it!
"No!" I shouted. Snape did that because Dumbledore told him to do so! Dumbledore told him, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix to spy on Voldemort. Snape was a deatheater, right? And Dumbledore believes that this is the only way to make Voldemort mortal again.
Everything she does is beautiful... Everything she does is right...
That is the truth! He was asked, rather ordered and he didn't do it out of revenge!
A/N: Thank you for reading, please drop a word or two if you like; and no flames please. Thank you.
