April taught us to rejoice and laugh, May - to love. January taught how to start a new life, and February taught us how to wait... Once upon a February a withdrawn patient of St. Mungo's met a stubborn Healer with warm eyes and a soothing voice.
He never promised her anything. She just knew he would be with her forever. She still waited for him. She forever would. They were like lilac and thorn, like torture and innocence. Like loving and longing for love forever.
Three days before Christmas he spotted her in some dark corner of the Knockturn Alley crying silently about something. He came closer and touched her shoulder.
What has he been waiting for, huh? What kind of an unexpected miracle dared he hope for? Have the cynical and cold Fates been favorable to his worthless life at least once, if ever? Stars twinkled in the sky, Snape puffed the circles of blue smoke into the darkness, and a contemptuous grin twisted his lips.
Severus could compare her with a cup of tea: burning, gloomy, with a slightly tangible bitterness. You won't understand the taste from the first sip, but the more you drink, the more you can not get enough. Cautiously, trying not to get burned. Taste not for everyone. Their very life was "not for everyone."
The legend believes that the almond tree guides the gates to the underworld, I just hope I would meet the tree in the afterlife instead of rotting in Hell. Thank you for being my friend
Sirius made Snape take care of Harry when he left in search for Pettigrew, how would two enemies and a child bond together?
When leaves start turning from green to gold, he remembers her, this remarkable woman he always associates with this melancholic and stunning time of the season. The season when his longing grows deeper with every passing year and engraves into his heart with each Indian summer.
Our love turned out to be like the tango soaked in autumn bitterness that we were dancing on the edge of the abyss, and it was raining from the sky, and we desperately wanted to believe that this rain would restore our faith in ourselves.
...But he continued to fight for one goal he knew, for a blind desire to prove to everyone that he was more than a spy, better than a traitor, and worth much more than a tattered boy from a working quarter... There are cracks in everything. So light penetrates inside ... Leonard Cohen
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. - Albert Camus
Death, after all, broke in without demand, left without a victory, but the triumph of Light turned out to be unnecessary. You will not return.
Four Autumns of Severus Snape through the impact of different women in his life.
He was harder than easy but she was always good with riddles and puzzles