The sour-tempered and sarcastic Potions Master at Hogwarts. Always brooding and liked to stare down his hooked nose on some students while terrifying them with silky insults and blatant dislike. Prejudice. A bigot. Who would not dislike him?
But then, Severus Snape was a great man sadly misunderstood. He was no saint, yes. He had more than his fair share of human frailties and flaws that eventually led to his downfall. But the fact that he loved deeply and was even willing to sacrifice for that love more than made up for his mistakes. Because he decided to keep his heroism a secret, things became more unpleasant for him. He earned the scorn of many people, including those he had sworn, albeit unwillingly, to protect. But he cast aside his pride without any reservation and sacrificed his life for others. To me, those were the saving grace of his flawed soul. So who would not love him?
Me? Oh, no. I don’t just love him – I’m obsessed about him. I cried when Dumbledore died. I cried, too, when Fred and Dobby died. But Snapes’ death? I mourned it. And that Snape was played by Alan Rickman, who I think did justice to Snape’s character and who wore Snape’s cloak and robes as if they were his own, added to the character’s appeal; it served to increase my Snape mania. I love Alan Rickman, but I love Severus Snape more. But I digress.
Is Severus Snape a sinner? Is he a saint? He is both. I think his complex personality, his self-imposed isolation, and his tortured soul added more appeal and depth to the character that was Severus Snape.
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