snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays, @ 2009-12-19 19:59:00 |
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Dearest Severus,
You are, no doubt, desperately trying to figure out what this old man is
up to. Unlike past gifts, the card for this one has been penned in my own
hand. I assure you that I have no Seer’s blood in me, only hope. Hope, my
child, that you will one day see Harry for who he truly is. I have made
Minerva promise to impart this gift upon you at such a time as she was
certain it would be well received.
Harry has a great many faults, one of which is allowing others to dictate
his path in life. So when the war is over—and assuming, of course, that
he has survived—he may find himself at a great loss. I am confident that
you will (or have) guided him as best as possible while allowing him to
make his own choices. As someone who shares a strikingly similar past, I
am certain that you are the best for such a task.
Before you vent your anger, realize this: I never once asked this service
of you, my friend. You did that all on your own. I suspect that in this
process, you have also found a friend; a kinship that is both undeniable
and unavoidable. I am happy for you both in that regard.
To this end, I have only one last request to make of you, and I hope you
will find the fulfilling of it well enough worth your time that my asking
it does not detract. I wish you to open this bottle of wine and share it
with our young Harry on the eve of the New Year when you receive it. Drink
to a new future, a happier future.
However, if this bottle does not find its way to you, then my heart weeps
for the loss of a friend and the man who bore many responsibilities, some
more soul-wearying than others. Should it be young Harry who is no longer
there, then you may do with this bottle as you wish. Let not the bad
memories hold you down forever, Severus.
I would have been proud to call you ‘son,’ my boy. It is one of my greatest
regrets, the injustice I did you as a young man. May you find the peace and
happiness you so greatly deserve, in this life or the next.
Love,
Albus