AnanyaGollapudi

"Bitter , bit too sweet,
          	Bitter-Bitter sweet, 
          	Bitter sweet, please, 
          	My dear..."

AnanyaGollapudi

“I’m sorry.”
          “I’m not interested.”
          “I’m sorry!”
          “Save your breath.”
          It was nighttime. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her
          arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.
          
          “I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep
          here.”
          
          “I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just
          —”
          
          “Slipped out?” There was no pity in Lily’s voice. “It’s too late. I’ve made
          excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even
          talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends — you see, you
          don’t even deny it! You don’t even deny that’s what you’re all aiming to be!
          You can’t wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?”
          
          He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking.
          
          “I can’t pretend anymore. You’ve chosen your way, I’ve chosen mine.”
          
          “No — listen, I didn’t mean —”
          
          “— to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood,
          Severus. Why should I be any different?”
          
          
          He struggled on the verge of speech, but with a contemptuous look she
          turned and climbed back through the portrait hole. …

AnanyaGollapudi

". Snape’s whole face contorted and he spluttered, “Saved? Saved? You
          think he was playing the hero? He was saving his neck and his friends’ too!
          You’re not going to — I won’t let you —”
          
          “Let me? Let me?”
          
          Lily’s bright green eyes were slits. Snape backtracked at once.
          
          “I didn’t mean — I just don’t want to see you made a fool of — He
          fancies you, James Potter fancies you!” The words seemed wrenched from
          him against his will. “And he’s not … everyone thinks … big Quidditch
          hero —” 
          
          Snape’s bitterness and dislike were rendering him incoherent, and
          Lily’s eyebrows were traveling farther and farther up her forehead.
          
          “I know James Potter’s an arrogant toerag,” she said, cutting across
          Snape. 
          
          “I don’t need you to tell me that. But Mulciber’s and Avery’s idea of
          humor is just evil. Evil, Sev. I don’t understand how you can be friends with
          them.”
          
          Harry doubted that Snape had even heard her strictures on Mulciber and
          Avery. 
          
          The moment she had insulted James Potter, his whole body had
          relaxed, and as they walked away there was a new spring in Snape’s step.  "

AnanyaGollapudi

[Verse 1]
          And now, the end is near
          And so I face the final curtain
          My friend, I'll say it clear
          I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
          I've lived a life that's full
          I traveled each and every highway
          And more, much more than this
          I did it my way
          
          [Verse 2]
          Regrets, I've had a few
          But then again, too few to mention
          I did what I had to do
          And saw it through without exemption
          I planned each charted course
          Each careful step along the byway
          And more, much more than this
          I did it my way
          
          [Chorus]
          
          Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all, and I stood tall And did it my way
          
          [Verse 3]
          
          I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, oh, no, not me I did it my way
          
          [Chorus]
          
          For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way
          Yes , I did it my way~.
          
                            -My way 2008, Frank Sinatra