The Iridescent Conclusion
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Adult +
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12
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Chapter Nine
Alone in his quarters, Severus set down his quill and sighed. It was done…and he hated himself.
He’d been more open, more honest about his feelings than he had ever been before and, on top of hating himself, he felt terrified and exposed. With a deep, shuddering breath, he stood up, picked up the parchment and read it through again whilst pacing back and forth:
‘Harry,
After all that has been done to you – physically, emotionally and mentally. What ravages of spirit! And all because the Dark Lord would create a monster, a vessel conjured of rage and power…
But you beat him. Love and fate led you through it, you did what you had to do and you survived. And for that I love you.
But, my Harry, after all that you’ve done, all that you’ve managed, I’m afraid I have no option but to do this – even though it wrenches at my heart. We cannot go on, we have to end this and I have to let you go.
Such an act isn’t easy – hear me and believe me when I say this! Deep within, I’m shaken by the violence of existing for you alone. No one has ever affected me the way you do and I fear that no one ever will again.
I have no option, though. If I’m to keep you safe; if I’m to maintain my position within this school – a position from which I can watch over you and Draco – then sacrifices must be made. For the greater good, as they say!
I hate this; hate hurting you; hate myself for being unable to say this face to face but I know I’m not strong enough. It would be simply too easy to slide away from my duty, to continue lying to Dumbledore and to take you back into my arms and back into my bed.
So I do what I have to do and it ends here.
No more.
Severus.\'
Tears, hot and heavy, filled his eyes and, barely seeing, he poured himself half a glass of whisky and swallowed a mouthful that stung and smarted the back of his nose and throat. It didn’t stop the other pain, however.
And then, convinced that this would probably be the death of him, he folded the letter, sealed it and despatched it to Harry’s bedside before sinking into his chair and wishing for an end.
He’d been more open, more honest about his feelings than he had ever been before and, on top of hating himself, he felt terrified and exposed. With a deep, shuddering breath, he stood up, picked up the parchment and read it through again whilst pacing back and forth:
‘Harry,
After all that has been done to you – physically, emotionally and mentally. What ravages of spirit! And all because the Dark Lord would create a monster, a vessel conjured of rage and power…
But you beat him. Love and fate led you through it, you did what you had to do and you survived. And for that I love you.
But, my Harry, after all that you’ve done, all that you’ve managed, I’m afraid I have no option but to do this – even though it wrenches at my heart. We cannot go on, we have to end this and I have to let you go.
Such an act isn’t easy – hear me and believe me when I say this! Deep within, I’m shaken by the violence of existing for you alone. No one has ever affected me the way you do and I fear that no one ever will again.
I have no option, though. If I’m to keep you safe; if I’m to maintain my position within this school – a position from which I can watch over you and Draco – then sacrifices must be made. For the greater good, as they say!
I hate this; hate hurting you; hate myself for being unable to say this face to face but I know I’m not strong enough. It would be simply too easy to slide away from my duty, to continue lying to Dumbledore and to take you back into my arms and back into my bed.
So I do what I have to do and it ends here.
No more.
Severus.\'
Tears, hot and heavy, filled his eyes and, barely seeing, he poured himself half a glass of whisky and swallowed a mouthful that stung and smarted the back of his nose and throat. It didn’t stop the other pain, however.
And then, convinced that this would probably be the death of him, he folded the letter, sealed it and despatched it to Harry’s bedside before sinking into his chair and wishing for an end.