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Author: Reesie  Story: Dumbledore's Legacy to the Half-Blood Prince  Chapter: Chapter One: Dumbledore's Letter
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Dumbledore’s Legacy

Dumbledore’s Legacy to the Half-Blood Prince 


Chapter One:  Dumbledore’s Last Letter


            Severus Snape groaned as he opened his eyes and shifted his weight on the hard mattress.  His dark, lank hair fell back from his face.  He stretched, sliding his feet past the bottom edge of the bed and into the cold air.  Snape forced himself out of bed and to the window where an owl waited.


He wasn’t eating or sleeping too well these days, and his dingy nightclothes billowed unattractively on his scrawny frame as he moved.  His skill at Occlumency helped to keep the nightmares at bay after Dumbledore’s death a week ago, but the effort was taking a great toll on him.  He didn’t care too much about loyalty these days, and it took every drop of energy to remain inconspicuous among the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord; to share in their jubilation that Dumbledore was dead.  He wished that there had never been a Harry Potter.


The early dawn air hit Snape’s face and neck with a cold blast as the window creaked open.  He took the letter from the scruffy barn owl and slammed the sash down, narrowly missing the owl.  The parchment in his long fingers was blank, and it remained so even after Snape whispered “Aparecium” with a flick of his wand.  With sudden realization, he placed the letter on a shabby wooden dressing table, and pointed his wand at it in silence.  A silvery-bright, elongated form oozed from his wand tip and lazily flapped its wings.  The Patronus landed on the letter and struck with vigor.  Its beak tore at the thick parchment held in its impressive talons, and ripped it to ribbons.  Snape stood close by and peered down at the letter as the Patronus faded.


The torn edges curled back to reveal bright glowing writing on velvety black darkness.  Snape swiftly read the familiar slanting writing.


“My dear Severus,


This letter is a reminder to you of your promise to me.  You must continue our work, no matter how difficult or impossible it may seem.  If this letter has reached you, I have indeed met my end and Fawkes has delivered this to an owl for you.  I have also sent Patronus-inscribed letters to each member of the Order, to inform them of your continued loyalties.


I need to tell you of something essential.  From the day you admitted your part in Voldemort’s plan, which led to the murder of James and Lily Potter, I have seen you struggle to control your fear and hatred.  I have worried that the necessary limits and restraints I placed upon you would turn you against me.  And yes, I have been deeply disappointed by how you have allowed your envy and fear to affect others.


I tell you all this now because this is a time for clarity, a time to know your own strengths and weaknesses.  To know yourself.  You were burdened with much pain as a child, coupled with your mother’s legacy and the seduction of Voldemort’s promise of power.  Hear me… any less of a man than you would still be in Voldemort’s thrall.  You know I do not write these words lightly.  If you have had to end my life yourself, know that this was fate.  It was my time.  Keep no guilt in your heart for me; it will poison you as surely as Marvolo’s ring did me.


I trust that you will keep your promise to me to retain your cover as a Death Eater until Voldemort can be destroyed, and to protect the students of Hogwarts, including Harry Potter.  You must resist your envy of others.  Keep your gaze straight ahead along your own path.


And hear me now, Severus.  You are brave.  You are needed.  You have my respect and trust.


Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore


The bright letters and darkness faded into the air with a fizzing noise, curiously similar to the sound of a Fizzing Whizbee on the tongue.  Snape’s chest filled with a peculiar pain, and he backed into his bed, sitting down heavily.  He angrily squeezed his eyelids shut and cleared his throat.  This felt too much like childhood.  Dumbledore had been the closest thing to a father figure that he had ever had.  But even now, he kept the grief and guilt at bay with thoughts of Harry Potter.  Dumbledore's favorite.  The great Harry Potter. 


He remembered the last time he had seen the boy on the Hogwarts school grounds.  Potter had been filled with anger and hate.  The two of them opposed, with Death Eaters and Draco fleeing toward the gates.  It had been strangely satisfying and exhilarating to be able to show Potter how feeble his skills still were.  What gall to have been called a coward by that young upstart, who took after his father in arrogance.  The boy knew nothing; he had only begun to scratch the surface of the Dark Arts.  Snape would dearly have loved to teach him a lesson or two, but that great brute of a hippogriff had interfered.


Had Dumbledore misplaced his faith in Potter?  Or would this boy indeed defeat the Dark Lord, most likely depending on the help of a host of others, and then reap the fame and rewards all for himself?  But no matter - Severus Snape knew what he had to do next, and he was ready.

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