The long and winding road to love
Chapter 41: The reality of love Part II
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41: The reality of love Part II
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of us have buried love, at least once in our lives. Some have buried relatives who
died of old age and some others-like me- have buried the souls of friends who
died unable to discover their true essence. Whoever that person might have been
in your case, I have always been certain that when someone passes away, the
entire world goes dark because the light that shone in that person’s chest goes
off as soon as his soul unglues itself from its lustful flesh. And believe me
when I say that no other light will ever shine in the same way ever again. A
true lost for the entire human race. Thus it is not uncommon for us to cry
without exactly knowing where the pain has come from or when it will cease to
torture us.
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know it hurts and make no mistake: Severus has never been a stranger to those
feelings.
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death was near, so near he could feel it breathing down his neck whispering
words that would make the bravest of warriors shiver in apprehension. But not
Severus; he had too much to lose and the smallest hesitation could mean
Hermione’s death. Yes. Beautiful Hermione with her milky skin uncovered for him
to see, beautiful scar-less Hermione, beautiful pure almost virginal Hermione
dressed as the Helen of Troy of Contemporary times. She was, ironically, his Achilles’
heel too.
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could not even picture in his head those dreadful images of his beloved wife
The Mirror of the Dark Desire had so conveniently showed once in the obscurity
of his dungeons.
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words Narcissa had pronounced before disappearing-
even though I reckon you may not be able to recognize her- you need to head
towards my chambers. He is there and so is your wife. However, I must warn you:
your life will soon end if you decide to leave this room, Mr. Snape. Lucius
Malfoy knows of no limits now,”- kept repeating themselves in his brain as his
feet led him to a room he knew almost by heart because of the constant chats he
used to share by Floo Network with his Hogwarts mate Lucius Malfoy. However the
darkness that wrapped Malfoy Manor that night made it very difficult for
Severus to decide which corridor to follow. Two rights and one left were the
choices he maeforefore finding himself facing a reddish mahogany door that read
“NM” in gold gothic handwriting.
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knew from the start that he had a made a terrible mistake but in any case he
felt the need to open the door as if a potent force was guiding his hand
towards the door knob.
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door,” he said to himself as he placed his right hand on the golden ball, “is
hiding a secret,”
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dare say that Severus Snape, my friends, had never been more assertive. There,
wrapped in brown blood stained white sheets lied the body of Narcissa Malfoy.
Her blonde hair was now covered in blood and all over her body the words “LM”
were marked: she was nothing more than an ordinary cow that the Master thought
it was time to dispense.
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oddly enough, as soon as terror- and anger- invaded Severus’ body again with
the power of one thousand irritated lions, he remembered one of the most
important articles married people agree on the day they say “yes”: Infidelity
is punished with death in the magical universe.
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smirked; now he understood why Narcissa was able to appear and disappear
without the use of an invisibility cloak: she was a ghost that had been
brutally murdered by her dear husband; a husband that had no impediments to
rape Hermione Granger now. Narcissa had guided him there, he was sure of it.
Now he knew. And the thing with knowledge is that we cannot ignore the bits of
information that reach our ears even if we fool ourselves in thinking that we
can.
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million questions ran through his head as he slowly stepped back and closed the
door behind him. He searched into his robes and caressed the tip of his wand-
it was still there- and cast an ancient spell on the room in order for
Narcissa’s soul to rest in peace although he was well aware that she would not
rest before Lucius’ death. He had an invisible ally that hated the new King of
Darkness as much as he did, perhaps more, and that was good news.
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breathed deeply and filled his lungs with the sinister oxygen of Malfoy Manor.
He was ready. He knew the way to Hermione because Narcissa knew the way to
Lucius so he started running through the narrow corridors Narcissa was guiding
him through without a hint of anxiety. Soon enough he would find himself facing
a murderer that “knew of no limitations” as Narcissa had vigorously stated
minutes before.
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EN-GB'>Four lefts one right.
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was no escape now. And he needed none. Hermione was there; that was all Severus
Snape- Hogwarts most feared Potion’s Master- needed to know. Because despite
the hard exterior, despite his isolated personality, despite the physical
features he thought horrible-and that he had inherited from his father-,
despite his bad manners and above all despite the childish way in which he
behaved regarding love, she had fall in love.
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Snape had never been sure of his wife’s love or if that love that was burning
his soul was socially correct but now when the face of death was as visible as
it had never been, all those contradictory feelings that had habited in his
chest for a good portion of the semester became, all of a sudden, as clear as
water: love is not something that happens to you when you are busy making other
plans, love is something that goes through you like an arrow when you are busy
making other plans. And it pushes you into living, no matter how dead you
actually are. Love is not sane, and yet… we choose to live in insanity because
what’s the point of breathing if your heart does not beat at the same rhythm
that another human being’s?
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sighed. Sure enough, he had been utterly stupid. He had one more reason to live
now: he needed to redeem himself in front of his wife because sure enough he
was still unable to understand the reasons behind her love. But he was sure
that such love really existed so he couldn’t fool himself anymore: love had
made him fearless and, ready or not, it was time for him to embrace his
destiny.
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