The Last Potion

It was August 21st


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It was August 21st.

I cowered when I suddenly remembered just how big
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry really was. After a few years of
growing uhinghings were supposed to seem smaller, not larger. The castle of
Hogwarts was certainly an exception.

I stood in front of the great oak doors with its
dark, massive shadow spilling over me like a tidal wave. I felt cold. This
isn’t how people were supposed to feel upon arriving at Hogwarts. Hogwarts was
a place of warmth and friendliness. It was home to tomorrow’s witches and
wizards. It used to me my home.

So why was I standing there with my knees shaking
and my arms wrapped so tight around my tiny suitcase that I could feel it
pressing hard against my chest? Why did I suddenly feel like the air had dropped
twenty degrees?

Because of him.

Professor Severus Snape. Master of Potions and loyal
Head of Slytherin.

He’s the reason I stand here alone, terrified
to take another step further. I’m alone because the man I loved and married has
abandoned me and I’m terrified tha fee feelings for that stubborn bastard of a
wizard Severus Snape will all return upon seeing him again.

I left Hogwarts the day after my graduation
promising myself I’d never return. I made a solemn swear to myself that I’d not
let him hurt me again. So why am I here?

Simple, I guess.

Ten years have gone by and I’ve realized how foolish
I was to let one man control my destiny. Why should I let a man who didn’t even
have the decency to call me by my first name scare me away from what was once my
home?

Professor Dumbledore was right. Out of sight, out of
mind. It took two years, but I fell out of love with that sallow, greasy git. I
fell out of love with him and in love with another selfish bastard who became
my dictatorial husband less than a year after that.

Daemon Sullivan.

Son of the notorious Gabriel Sullivan.

Death Eater.

What a bastard he was. I’d have been better off
staying in love with the greasy git. Professor Snape refused to reciprocate my
avid feelings for him. He never loved me like I loved him. Neither did Daemon.
The difference was Professor Snape told me flat out that he didn’t want me. End
of story.

Daemon. He pretended to love me. He used me, abused
me, and then flat out told me he didn’t want me. Those heartaches I
suffered after leaving Hogwarts paled in comparison to the wounds Daemon
inflicted on my heart. We were going to have a child together. Perhaps it’s for
the best that our child never stood a chance. What sort of life would I be
giving my child knowing that its father loved the Dark Lord more than he love
us?

There was only one place to go to harbour from being
drawn into that sort of life. One place that was completely safe. One place,
and it stood right in front of me. Hogwarts.

My friends and my professors were all right on the
other side of the door. They were all waiting for me. Especially Headmaster
Dumbledore. He kept in touch with me and sent me many letters of warmth and
encouragement. If not to reunite with my fellow graduates, I was here today to
once again see him.

To hell with that sordid brute who calls himself
Severus Snape. I’ll not let his memory destroy me again.