Her hair was a warning and a promise and just,
So dearly hers I couldn't help but love it.
I'd like to see Severus speaking with Dumbledore, maybe arguing about the children or the war, or remembering Severus' old days at Hogwarts. Maybe talking about the times when Tom used to be a student.
I want Severus to look exhausted at Dumbledore and say:
"What pains me the most is that you genuinely seem to believe that you care."
And then just leave.
The little pawn got sick of chess,
so it took the knight's sword,
and slayed both kings by itself.
So...
If magic is unexplained science, is science just explained magic?
Magic is real?
Have you ever felt that you need fangs? Have you ever wished for claws?
I don't want to cause pain and sorrow, but I am afraid of my weakness.
How will I trust others when I cannot trust myself, my stregth, my thoughts and feeling?
I want to be big and scary. I want to be the monster in the closet, in the corner, under the bed and the stairs. I want to hide in the dark, so I will never be afraid when the ligths go out.
Have you ever felt that you need fangs?