Freedom Challenge
Title: Freedom
Team: DE
Length: 2 X 100
Rating: G
Warning: Character Death
A/N: Unbeta'd. It is what it is.
For Pat Jordan - May 16, 1932 - June 30, 1999
There is freedom in dying. For some, it is a quiet sort of freedom; they give up, let go, breathe the sweet sigh of release. Some might even call it lazy.
There is the freedom of wrestling oneself from the greedy arms of life. Running away, not from Death, but toward it, crying, “Take me! Take me!” Some call it selfish.
Life is cheap for some. Death demands payment. Severus called that Duty.
He traded his worthless life for sterling death.
Life isn’t about freedom. It is about enslavement to the few things that give pleasure. Freedom is not free.
When Hermione Weasley looks at Severus Snape’s tomb, she sees neglect, and abuse. Weeds grow over a slab. It has been defaced by foolish slogans that make the marble look substandard, miserly.
On the tenth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, dignitaries talk of battles fought and won for the freedom of all Wizarding folk, yet Hermione knows that their words are as meaningless and tacky as the graffiti on Snape’s tomb.
She tunes out the drone of pretentious men, puffed up with official pride, and weeps for the forgotten man who provided them with the keys to that freedom.
Team: DE
Length: 2 X 100
Rating: G
Warning: Character Death
A/N: Unbeta'd. It is what it is.
For Pat Jordan - May 16, 1932 - June 30, 1999
There is freedom in dying. For some, it is a quiet sort of freedom; they give up, let go, breathe the sweet sigh of release. Some might even call it lazy.
There is the freedom of wrestling oneself from the greedy arms of life. Running away, not from Death, but toward it, crying, “Take me! Take me!” Some call it selfish.
Life is cheap for some. Death demands payment. Severus called that Duty.
He traded his worthless life for sterling death.
Life isn’t about freedom. It is about enslavement to the few things that give pleasure. Freedom is not free.
When Hermione Weasley looks at Severus Snape’s tomb, she sees neglect, and abuse. Weeds grow over a slab. It has been defaced by foolish slogans that make the marble look substandard, miserly.
On the tenth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, dignitaries talk of battles fought and won for the freedom of all Wizarding folk, yet Hermione knows that their words are as meaningless and tacky as the graffiti on Snape’s tomb.
She tunes out the drone of pretentious men, puffed up with official pride, and weeps for the forgotten man who provided them with the keys to that freedom.