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and this is actually a story
I dont own HP or anything HP related


Severus was a spy. The amount of scars on him would make you believe he was nothing but a lowly spy who got caught more often than he provided information.
This was not true.
From the amount of scars on him and the way his eyes were always alert, this was no ordinary spy.
He had been punished, but not for the most important reason. That was yet to be discovered and when it was he'd die.

This may be considered a noble way to live and die. It wasn't the case.

Most people would think he did nothing in order to help. Most people would think that the map they held in their hands to one of the death eater headquarters just magically appeared. Most people didn't know the truth.
Living out his life finding the necessities to the war wasn't an easy job.

You would think life was cruel after you see other people coming back victorious and taking all the praise, when you were the one who found the key to that very victory. Snape thought life was cruel.

People would say at night when it was dark and all but the owls were sleeping, Severus Snape was a useless, cruel man whose main purpose of life was to make others miserable. The walls have ears and are always listening. Just like Snape.
This was so, because Snape lead the secret life of a spy.

Spies are never caught.

Spies are invisible.


The leaves rustled as she walked alongside stonewall. She ran her hands along the grey stone and closed her eyes.
This was the one barrier out of her prison. She remembered a bird, an old bird.
When her mother was still young, when she had her beauty and warm smile, she had taken Ginny to the marketplace.

She hated the marketplace, with all the dust in the air clogging her airways and bits of junk flying in the wind. The noise, the excruciating noise. Molly had gently lead Ginny to the birds. Ginny had always loved the birds; they gave her the idea of freedom.

She smiled joyfully just gazing at the colours on the birds in their cages. They seemed so bright, so alive and so free.

Ginny's gaze stopped short on a brown, dirty thing in the corner. It was a bird. Ginny was crushed. She loved birds more than anything and here was a neglected bird.
The bird looked old and weary with its feathers hanging loosely from its thin body.

She started to cry.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Molly Weasley said crouching down to match her daughter's height.
Ginny pointed at the bird. Molly frowned.
"How much for that bird?" Molly asked pointing at the old bird. The man selling the birds frowned.
"You don't want that bird, miss"
"I do, how much for it?" Molly said smiling.
"You can have it for free, I don't really understand why though" the man said turning around to fetch the birdcage.
"Because it needs love" Ginny said quietly.

They took the bird home and opened the cage.

It didn't fly out.

They left the cage open for three days. It didn't fly away.
"Why won't it leave mummy?" Ginny asked stroking the bird.
"It doesn't know freedom anymore" Molly said looking at the bird with a transfixed gaze. Ginny cried for the bird. It died two days later.

Maybe she too was too tired to fight her way to freedom...