Ten years ago, when Harry was the little lady with round glasses, when Harry Potter was a children's fantasy drama that the family watched, when classmates chatted about who is more handsome and who is more magical When you're the most popular, no one notices you—the one who always wears a black robe, has long greasy hair, and always looks arrogant and dissatisfied.
No one likes you,
everyone admires Harry's bravery, Hermione's wisdom, Ron's honesty, Dumbledore's kindness, and no one notices you when you like positive characters.
There are always people who like villains, so they like to describe the horror of Voldemort, the arrogance of Malfoy, the horror of Death Eaters,
but, still, no one notices you.
So Harry Potter has staged six films, you are so special, you are against Harry every time, but at the last moment, you always let Harry go, you can't be loved or hated.
Always trying to find a reason to like you, but you are always so hard to figure out.
So the sixth part ends, when you wave your wand and say arrogantly,
I am the Half-Blood Prince,
you can no longer be ignored.
What kind of you are hidden in those fragmented and trivial memories?
You are no longer the annoying professor you used to be, but who are you?
You will hold your head proudly, and let no one underestimate you.
You will also be wrapped in robes in embarrassment, looking back and glaring at Potter who is always arguing with you.
You'll come up with all kinds of tricks, always embarrassing Harry who everyone likes.
You will always find ways to rescue Harry and his friends from trouble.
Everything you do is for Harry, or for your own beliefs, but you never let him know.
You are the greatest wizard of all time, even Dumbledore relied on your magic, and yet you died so embarrassed.
You're the greatest undercover agent of all time, you've even fooled everyone, including the omniscient Dark Lord, but until you died, you never had a person who really cared about you to accompany you.
You are a contradictory person.
You admire pure-blooded wizards so much that you think they are the real wizards, but you are a "half-blood prince" yourself.
You value your self-esteem and pride so much that you even fell out with your love, but you were looked down upon by Voldemort until your death.
You are so passionate about dark magic, you have a talent and a fascination with it, but no one but Dumbledore has discovered your accomplishments.
Even
the person you hate so much married the woman you love the most.
You love her, so you always protect that child, but because of your strong self-esteem, you keep making that child hate you.
You are so contradictory yourself that people always love and hate you.
But you are so persistent, as if for you, you have nothing else to do but love.
You love her, you loved her from the first time you saw her.
Perhaps, she also once loved you, after all, you used to be so inseparable.
Perhaps, without Potter's jokes, without your obsession, without your angry words, you can live the most ordinary life happily.
Although she later married your enemy, perhaps, without your leaks, she could still be alive and you could still see her all the time.
You may not be so distressed, less regretful, less helpless.
Naturally, you may not be as selfless, great, and brave as you were in the future.
But there are so many possibilities in life.
So you lost your beloved, so you chose to be the bravest undercover and the most unsung hero.
You protect Harry, you protect Hogwarts, you protect all the forces of justice.
All this, just because you love her.
Just because this belief supports you, when you are misunderstood, spurned, and despised, you don't care, and always put on your standard proud face.
Just because you love her, you protect the child, you hate his arrogance, his self-righteousness, his rudeness, but when Dumbledore says he has to die, you scream out of control, calling out The patron saint just like her said the plain but profound "forever".
It's just because you love her, you give everything, but you don't defend yourself until you die, just take a look at those same eyes as her before you die.
It seems to be enough for you.
After all, proud as you, too hypocritical is not you.
Although everything you have done has been very moving and shocking.
But you are still the one, cold and arrogant, arrogant, who likes to hide everything in your heart,
even if you have the greatest love in the world,
you are still that unlikable Severus Snape Professor, always favoring his own house, always loving Professor Snape against Harry, always loving Lily.
You are the bravest man in the world.
How can anyone like you and
how can anyone not like you?
To my favorite Professor Severus
Snape
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