Severus Snape finds himself alive after the war, saved by none other than the insufferable know-it-all. But did he even want to be saved?
Hermione on the other hand finds herself unconsciously, albeit dangerously drawn to the broken man. She vows to...
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The diary of the Half-blood Prince
Entry I: I miss you, my darling, as I always do. But today was especially hard, because I felt the winds singing to me and it was a new tune, one I had never heard before. The winds are changing...there might be a storm coming. I can smell the scent of wildflowers that reminds me of you. These things give me no pleasure anymore. Your visits have been coming less often and I feel sometimes as if the greatest part of who I am is slowly slipping away. I am crying though. Still. At night when I'm alone, I call for you and whenever my ache seems to be the greatest, you seem to find a way to return to me. I see you in my dreams...We are back in that meadow, where we first met. The wind blowing through your hair, your eyes mischievous yet angelic, your skin holding the tint of the fading sunlight. You are beautiful, as you turn towards me and smile. I long for this moment more than any other. I raise my hand and gently touch your cheek and you give in to the sensation without flinching away. My hands are rough and your skin is soft and I wonder for a moment if you'll pull back, but of course you don't. You never have. Not till I gravely hurt you- not with my touch but with my words. I knew what my purpose was in life. I don't think I do anymore. But I know what you would've said had you been here. I already heard it from someone else. Then, as always, the mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in to prevent escape. I feel my throat begin to close and my eyes well up with tears because I know it is time for you to go. But I have to take you to my favourite coffee-shop, treat you to French croissants with strawberry-jam and a cup of their strongest brew and share millions of words. But you shake your head no. I feel your sadness and my own loneliness and the ache in my heart that had been silent for only a while grows stronger as you let go of me. And then you step back into the fog because it is your place and not mine. I watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away. I find myself trying to remember everything about this moment, everything about you. But soon, always too soon, your image vanishes and the fog rolls back to its faraway place, leaving me alone on the meadow, as I bow my head and cry and cry and cry......
[These pages of the diary is being written by Snape. I suggest you pay close attention to them because there are some subtle foreshadowing in the details...😉]
