In Memory of Severus
I never thought I would come to my senses about what I felt as I learned about the Prince's tale. It felt different compared to the disgust and hatred I sensed during Dumbledore's death. Suddenly, as the Pensieve began to unravel the secrets of that person's memory, I sat and concentrated on the images that flooded my mind. Sympathy for that person's wrath and sacrifices filled me at once. Someone I once thought very cruel and merciless now stood before me as a saint, ready to give himself to the one he longed for: Lily. The Muggle-born witch who had been his childhood friend, and with whom he had shared laughter and sorrow, had left him forever. What she left him was a boy he had despised for being directly connected to James, but whom he cared for because he had the eyes he truly loved. I felt dumbstruck when I realized it was late, but not really; he died with true valor. He died with the loyalty he had carried for years, his allegiance to someone he truly cared for:...