Vespertine

Got Love? Whether it’s unrequited, extramarital, obsessive or completely otherworldly, this fic’s got it covered. Contrary to public opinion, Severus Snape didn’t die at the Battle of Hogwarts. Although he’s not exactly “alive,” he is on a mission to possess the very thing that eluded him in life: love. While love might be the best revenge, it’s never easy. When murder and madness are part of the mix, desire has teeth—and this kind of love really bites!

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1. Prologue

Everyone thought Severus Snape was dead. There could be no doubt about that, no questioning the undeniable and irreversible finality of his non-existence: Harry Potter said it was so.

Harry Potter, who had just slain the greatest dark wizard in history and who also discovered Snape just in time to hear his deathbed confession, now proclaimed that Snape was not the murderer of a much-beloved former Headmaster, but a hero. A hero! Although his declaration caused more than a few raised eyebrows, those who believed differently held their tongues. They'd had enough of fighting. They tended the injured, searched for the missing, and buried all of the dead save one, whose interment demanded privacy, if not secrecy.

While Hogwarts gradually emptied, the castle began mending itself. Its stone guardians set their weapons aside and began reassembling its towers, bridges, and retaining walls, ensuring that its essential structures would hold. Day and night, stones grated and shifted, and the earth shuddered, sending up great clouds of steam and smoke. Once Hogwarts regained some outward semblance of its former self, the guardians, as if heeding some unspoken command, returned to their rightful places in the walls outside the Great Hall.

The last families departed, leaving only the staff that lived at the school year-round to wait for the arrival of yet another magical army: the dwarf masons, painters and carpenters who would complete necessary interior repairs before the school could reopen in the fall.

The castle settled on its foundation, the moon moved on her ceaseless circuit, and everyone knew that Severus Snape was dead—dead as a doorknob. Ah, but there's the rub! Because the devil's in the details, is he not?

The devil's always in the details, if not in the man himself...

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