So, for those exceptionally cool people who refuse to celebrate the commercialised crap that is VD, have a Harry Potter post. Severus snape can, indeed, be my valentine.
"Harry, don't go picking a row with Malfoy. Don't forget, he's a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you..."
"Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?" said Harry sarcastically.
"It's just hard," Harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realise he won't write to me again."
"I realised I can't shut myself away or crack up. It could be me next, couldn't it? But if it is, I'll make sure I take as many Death Eaters with me as I can, and Voldemort too, if I can manage it."
"Severus snape wasn't your's," said Harry. "Snape was Dumbledore's, Dumbledore's from the moment you started hunting down my mother..."
"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
"It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high."
"It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more"
"The trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them."
"What do I care how he looks? I am good looking enough for the both of us, I theenk!"
"I have spied for you and lied for, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to keep Lily Potter's son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter!"
"EXPECTO PATrONUM!"
"After all this time?"
"Always."
"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."
"Can I have a look at Uranus, too, Lavender?"
finis.
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