This, this has been the fic I've been waiting for. I've read alot of great fics in this Games, but none of them have been really up my alley. But this long, drawn out story of unrequited love was just amazingly wonderful.
"For this man before me must star, finally, in a drama of his own making, not a puppet whose strings were jerked mercilessly around the stage, Albus and Voldemort handing the control bar back and forth."
The eloquence and clarity of perception you had Snape display in his portrait was just as I'm sure many imagine him to be, minus the ability to stomp off, robes flaring ;) You rock.