A eulogy to Severus Snape in words of the Sorting Hat…
The only time I felt more confused
sorting the Chosen One into his house
was while on the head of that Dark Wizard
with a muddled head yet a golden heart.
A master of Occlumency,
his head was tough to get into
But even when I could,
there was a constant battle between the red and the green.
His wand could as smoothly spell out Sectumsempra
as it could a silver doe – his patronus charm.
His eyes stared as coldly in suspicion
as they looked warmly, into those green eyes.
The Half Blood Prince,
he despised all muggles, and bowed before
both the Dark Lord and Dumbledore.
Severus Snape died a hero’s death, after living a villain’s life.
A troubled childhood, an eerie fascination towards the Dark Arts,
considerations that made me slot him into Slytherin.
“One of them was a Slytherin and the bravest man I know”,
Potter has declared, Nineteen Years Later.
Did I make the right decision, I often wondered.
I now feel sorted…
After all these years, and Always.
– The Sorting Hat