Snape Poem #2

More Fruits of Solitude by William Penn

They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
   Death cannot kill what never dies.
   Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship.
   If absence be not death, neither is theirs.
   Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.
   For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent.
   In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure.
   This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

This poem was at the beginning of Deathly Hallows, and I think it fits with Snape just as well as the rest of the book.

Voldemort may have killed Lily, but that didn't sever what was left of their friendship, even if neither of them knew the other still cared, and it didn't stop Snape from loving her. It wasn't until Lily's life was threatened that Snape realized what a mistake he'd made, how stupid he'd been in his life... His love for her was immortal, and his love for her is what kept so many people safe, even after he was killed by Voldemort.

Fanfiction Friday #30

I would have posted this earlier, but I got a little sidetracked in writing the newest chapter of my own fanfic. Ironic, isn't it? Or--wait, maybe that's the opposite of ironic... whatever.

Anyway, there's no particular ship in this fic, except for the residual Snape/Lily theme that is with all mostly-canon fics. It's based on the movie version of Snape's death, and is AU after the event of his death. Spolier: he's not really dead. It's called You Have Your Mother's Eyes, obviously because of that quote in the movie...

And I'd like to take a minute to rant about my mixed feelings on that scene. Firstly, I was crying my eyes out, but that much is obvious. And I think Alan Rickman played his part beautifully. But, being the die-hard HP fan that I am, I can't help but be frustrated that they had Snape say 'Take them, take them... please..." instead of "Take... it.... Take... it...." YES, THERE IS A DIFFERENCE. I can't blame Alan, because he didn't write the script, and I don't necessarily hate that they added the "You have your mother's eyes" so that "Look at me" WEREN'T his last words, but still... I think they should have stuck entirely to the book for once, if only for that scene. Snape's death scene is worthy of an accurate film adaptation.

Either way, I really like this fic, mostly because of how well it's written. And because Snape lives. But that's another extremely ambivalent part of me, because I hate so much that Snape had to die, but then again, I think he's where he wants to be. I mean, I'd like to know what Snape's life post-Voldemort would have been like, but I think that death freed him. He was finally with Lily.

Take... it.... Take... it.... Take the link... http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7217503/1/You_Have_Your_Mothers_Eyes

Snape Quote of the Week #29

  "Someone's coming down for you," said Tonks. "Look."
  A lantern was bobbing at the distant foot of the castle. Harry was so pleased to see it he felt he could even endure Filch's wheezy criticisms of tardiness and rants about how his timekeeping would improve with the regular application of thumbscrews. It was not until the glowing yellow light was ten feet away from them, and Harry had pulled off his Invisibility Cloak so that he could be seen, that he recognized, with a rush of pure loathing, the uplit hooked nose and long, black, greasy hair of Severus Snape.
  "Well, well, well," sneered Snape, taking out his wand and tapping the padlock once, so that the chains snaked backward and the gates creaked open. "Nice of you to turn up, Potter, although you have evidently decided that the wearing of school robes would detract from your appearance."
  "I couldn't change, I didn't have my--" Harry began, but Snape cut across him.
  "There is no need to wait, Nymphadora, Potter is quite--ah--safe in my hands."
  "I meant Hagrid to get the message," said Tonks, frowning.
  "Hagrid was late for the start-of-term feast, just like Potter here, so I took it instead. And incidentally," said Snape, standing back to allow Harry to pass him, "I was interested to see your new Patronus."
  He shut the gates in her face with a loud clang and tapped the chains with his wand again, so that they slithered, clinking, back into place.
  "I think you were better off with the old one," said Snape, the malice in his voice unmistakable. "The new one looks weak."
  As Snape swung the lantern about, Harry saw, fleetingly, a look of shock and anger on Tonks's face. Then she was covered in darkness once more.
~Half-Blood Prince, Ch. 8, "Snape Victorious"

I think I'm going to have to take this quote bit-by-bit. First off, I love the name of this chapter. Any chapter with 'Snape' in the name is obviously going to be good.

And it's pretty ironic how, while Harry feels a rush of loathing when Snape enters the scene, we all feel very excited and our blood pressure rises. Also, at 'uplit hooked nose,' I had a crazy thought about Snape trying to be like Narcissa, who has a very upturned nose... If Snape was to turn his nose up at something, his head would have to be tilted back at a ninety degree angle with his neck.

Then, of course, I love how Snape calls nearly everyone by their last name, but he calls Tonks by her first name just because he knows it makes her angry. It would be hilarious if he called her 'Tonkadora.' XD

And we all know Harry's safe in his hands... God, I want to be in his hands. *jealous*

Oh--and as for the Patronus thing, I suppose Snape must have known about Tonks and Lupin. And he clearly does not ship them.

Overall, this is just a really nice quote, because it shows how sometimes Snape is just cruel for fun, and how it's so sexy to us. ^_^

Snape Video of the Week #29

"Maybe" - Prince's Tale

This is by the same person that last week's video was from and, yes, I probably will end up using all her songs in the upcoming SVotW's. I love this song particularly because the first memory in the Prince's Tale in definitely my favorite after the 'Always' scene. It's just so sweet it makes me heart implode, and this song does a perfect job of expressing it. <3

Weekly Snape-ly Event #29

First off, I'd like to tell you guys that, in the RP I've mentioned the past two weeks, I'm pregnant with Snape's child. Congratulate me. *SMUG*

Anyway, the Bloomsbury HP Character poll came to a close recently, and of course Snape won. To be honest, I'm not even that excited about this one, because it's obvious he'd win. Either way, here's the full article (well, one of them, because there's loads): http://www.snitchseeker.com/harry-potter-news/bloomsbury-announces-severus-snape-voted-as-favourite-character-in-harry-potter-books-85213/
In other news, Alan Rickman won the Anglo Fan Favorites Tournament! YES! *punches air in victory* And David Tennant got third place! Here's the link to that article: http://blogs.bbcamerica.com/anglophenia/2011/09/02/alan-rickman-crowned-winner-of-the-anglo-fan-favorites-tournament/

And here's something about Alan Rickman that's not necessarily news, but just a total fail. http://www.screenjunkies.com/movies/actors-directors/10-best-old-school-actors/

as Hans Gruber from “Lethal Weapon.”
Hans Gruber from “Lethal Weapon.”
Hans Gruber from “Lethal Weapon.”
Hans Gruber
“Lethal Weapon.”
ALAN RICKMAN PLAYED HANS GRUBER IN DIE HARD. IDIOTS.

Snape Picture of the Week #29

This is a picture I drew of Snape at nine years old. It was originally based off my fanfic, since I drew it along with Vesperra (my OC, in case you don't read my fic) at age nine, but it makes sense on his own. I can imagine little Sev having a spot by the stream near his house where he just went and sat in his old, overlarge clothes and stayed for a while when his parents fought. It's sort of sad, but I'm really proud of this picture. It's one of the best I've ever drawn.

Snape Poem #1

Another seven weeks has passed, which means that I need something new to do with my Saturdays! Well, I decided that for the next seven Saturdays, I will be posting a poem (whether old or modern) and relating it to Snape.

This week's poem: Porphyria's Lover by Robert Browning

The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
and did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o’er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me—she
Too weak, for all her heart’s endeavor,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me forever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could tonight’s gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshiped me: surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria’s love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!

In case you didn't catch it, this poem is basically about how a woman (Porphyria) loves this man so much that she overcame societal structures for him. He knows that she'll eventually give into society, so he wants to preserve her the way she is now. He strangles her and props her up against his bed as though she's alive, then sits with her body all night.

Now, you're probably wondering how I could possibly relate this to Snape. Well, I couldn't help but automatically think of Snape's love for Lily when I first read this poem. I definitely don't think he'd ever kill her, but I think his love for her might have made him a bit mad at some point.

This poem also reminds me of my own love for Snape. In the poem, Porphyria pretty much lets her lover kill her, because she loves him so much. As sick and wrong as it sounds, I can imagine me and Snape taking the place of Porphyria and the man in the poem.