I know the last thing you want is to hear from me. I am quite sure if you never heard the name Harry Potter again, you would be grateful for the peace. I will tell you that I have tried very hard not to contact you. I wrote literally hundreds of letters only to crumple and toss them into the fire. Ginny can attest to that, but in the end, I knew I would find no peace until I wrote you even once. I do not expect a response, nor do I even expect you to read this, but my mind feels better knowing that it was sent.
I will not ask you questions about how you survived or about my mother. I also will not prattle on about what we both already know. I have your memories, and they will remain secure and locked up in my Gringotts vault until your release, at which time, they will be safely returned to you. Nobody other than me has viewed them, and I swear to you it will remain that way. I have also spoken about it to nobody except the people gathered at the final battle, which was a necessary act, as I thought you were for all purposes, dead.
You cannot begin to know how grateful and relived I was to know you had survived, though if I had known what the Wizengamot was going to do to you….
It is so unfair Professor, especially after everything you endured for our cause and especially for my mother.
I can almost hear your response Sir, “nobody ever said life was fair Potter,” and though I have matured enough to fully appreciate those words now, it does not mean I have to accept everything, and I certainly do not accept your imprisonment. It was wrong on every level. The Wizarding world was looking for a scapegoat and they found it in you.
I tried Professor. I did everything I could, as did Hermione Ron, Professor McGonagall and many others. The fact that Dumbledore left nothing to support your case only intensified my anger against him. It is obvious now we were all used as pawns for the greater good, and though I understand what his intentions were, I believe he lost track of the individual lives around him in favour of the bigger picture. I believe in that sense, he lost some of his humanity. His lectures on love and compassion still resonate through me with the bitterness of the hypocrisy behind those words.
He never expected either of us to survive, so never planned anything for it. The very fact that he cast us aside for dead was deeply unnerving. Looking at the whole scope of it now, we all agree there could have been many alternatives to his master plan, but I suppose it is too late to go into, what if’s. As Hermione says, it is enough to drive anyone mad.
The main purpose of this letter is to tell you the few things I never got a chance to say before you were taken away. I know you don’t want to hear them, but I need to say them regardless.
I need this Professor.
Thank you for loving my mother as you did. You taught me the true value of unconditional love, even if it was not reciprocated. It took me a long time to admit this, but as much as I love my mother, she did not deserve everything you endured for her. It pains me to know the faults of my parents, but it also made me realise that nobody is perfect. I stopped looking at mum and dad through rose coloued glasses, after I viewed your memories. You were right about my dad in many ways, but I like to believe in the end, he matured enough to know he was wrong about the things he did in his youth. I also need to believe that mum realised that she should have forgiven you, if only to retain a valued childhood friendship. I will never know the answer to these questions, but I suppose in the end, it is not as important as the lessons they carry which I will take with me throughout my whole life.
More than anything, I am sorry for the continuing punishments and hardships you are enduring. I swear to you Professor Snape, we are not giving up. Hermione is going into Wizarding Law, and is appealing your case even as I write this. I am sure you are sneering and calling our lot hopeless Gryffindors, but it is not going to change the fact that we are not going to simply let this go, and are determined to continue to fight for your release even if it takes all five years. Draco has even come onboard and is lending his resources much against his father’s wishes. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy have gone into hiding with their hoards of funds, and though I loathe the fact that their money bought them out of prison, at least they are gone for the time being.
I know you are not interested in any aspect of my life, so I will not burden this letter with details about it. I am sure if you want to know, you will ask, but as I said in the beginning, I do not expect any type of response. It is enough for me if you read this letter. It has been an unbearable thought that you would never know how grateful I was to have had you watching over me all these years, especially with the knowledge of how much you hated me, and still do. I hope that someday, you will see that I am not my father Professor Snape, and will be able to look past my exterior to know my words are indeed sincere.
Thank you Professor, for everything, and know despite what you may believe, there are many among us who greatly admire and respect you as one of the bravest men in our world.
Жизнь коротка, так что я не вижу смысла читать не снарри
kasmunaut, возможно. У меня первая ассоциация, когда арт увидела, была с Четырьмя временами года, где Снейп умирал в кресле. Поэтому, думаю, если опустить привязку к тексту, эту иллюстрацию можно рассматривать как полноценный самостоятельный арт. Очень мастерски выполнено. Наводит на мысли о внутреннем мире Снейпа.
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02.04.2012 в 10:56-
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02.04.2012 в 10:57рисунок с одной из "Мелочей" с АБ, илл. к фанфику
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02.04.2012 в 11:10kasmunaut, Я нашла его на Тумблеревот с этим текстом
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02.04.2012 в 11:20-
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02.04.2012 в 11:51Сердце щемит при виде этого Снейпа, закованного в серость своей жизни, мимо которого проходит жизнь во всех ее красках...
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02.04.2012 в 11:57-
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02.04.2012 в 12:02