Letters to the Fallen

Chapter Four:

Dear Frank and Alice Longbottom,

I am probably the least likely to write to you, either of you. I realize this. I also realize that you both are never going to read this. But do I care? No.

To be quite honest, this letter is merely being written so I feel less guilty. Yes, it's a selfish reason, but look above and you will see that I don't care. So, why am I writing this, you may ask? Because I feel that you deserve to know why I do certain things. Like what, you're probably wondering. I'll tell you what. Well of course I will, what else would I do?

As anyone could tell you, your son Neville is afraid of me. And I hate him back. No, he hasn't done anything to warrant that hate. So why do I hate him? Simply because he could have been the other one. The other chosen one, the other boy-who-lived. He fit the requirements. Born at the end of the seventh month and all that. But of course he didn't become the chosen one. Instead a certain Harry Potter was targeted. And his parents died so he could live.

Now you're probably asking yourselves, why is he telling us this? I am saying this simply because Neville should've been the chosen one, not Potter. Because Neville's a pureblood and Potter's a half-blood, the Dark Lord decided to go after Potter, since he himself is a half-blood. And you know what happened? She died.

If Neville had been the chosen one, she would be alive right now. And Potter would've had parents. And I would've been able to apologize to her. But no. Potter's the chosen one, she's dead, and Neville's just another dunderhead who's potion brewing skills and spells are abysmal. To be honest, I am quite surprised that a skilled witch and wizard like you two could have a near-Squib as a son.

By the way, you owe me a quill. Mine broke when writing the previous paragraph. I would like it as soon as possible.

And to cheer things up a bit, I might as well include that Bellatrix is still imprisoned in Azkaban. But that won't last long, I fear.

-Professor Severus Snape

PS. I just realized that this isn't going to be sent. Now I have to go buy myself another quill to replace the broken one.

PPS. I think it's fair to say I hate you right now. It was my favorite quill.

PPPS. And NO, it is NOT because it was a gift from Lily!

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