The Tale of The Three Brothers
There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and dangerous to swim across. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear the treacherous water. They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a...
If you lived your whole life thinking one thing, it would be pretty devastating...– Barney Stinson (via goingstrange)
The Prince's Tale
Snape: So the boy... the boy must die?
Dumbledore: And Voldemort himself must do it, Severus. That is essential.
Snape: I thought... all these years... that we were protecting him for her. For Lily.
Dumbledore: We have protected him because it has been essential to teach him, to raise him, to let him try his strength. Meanwhile, the connection between them grows ever stronger, a parasitic growth: Sometimes I have thought he suspects it himself. If I konw him, he will have arranged matters so that when he does set out to meet his death, it will truly mean the end of Voldemort.
Snape: You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?
Dumbledore: Don't be shocked, Severus. How many men and women have you watched die?
Snape: Lately, only those whom I could not save. You have used me.
Snape: I have spied for you and lie for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter's son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter ----
Dumbledore: But this is touching, Severus, have you grown to care for the boy, after all?
Snape: For him? Expecto Patronum!
Dumbledore: After all this time?
*This is one of my favorite conversations. Snape, the one person whom Harry most hated, confessed his love and care for the son of the love of his life. And Dumbledore, the one person whom Harry trusted the most, bestow upon The boy who lived, The chosen one, his death sentence.
Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief. -Cicero