Burning to Know About Snape's Blackness
{Intro:
The Scar character of the Lion King is actually the Severus Snape of today's Harry Potter. The antagonist of a story and its external layers can mesmerize even a small child, who understands that even evil holds good human qualities:}
This piece is dedicated to my friend Laura Haldane ~
When I was about four years old, I discovered what the antagonist in a story is meant to relay, its significance, and its dark armor of layers which portrayed a façade. When the Lion King premiered in (1994), I experienced my first dip into this deliciously dark portrayal. The attraction began unwittingly. I was sitting next to my aunt, who was of that happy state of mind to think that I was old enough to appreciate the experience- and found myself mesmerized by the battle scene. The notion that the darkly colored lion, who had been portrayed as an evil spirit and a murderer, could be hurt by the battle's proceedings, took hold of me. I watched fascinated as he begged for mercy at the end of his life, only to be deterred by the hyenas whom had worked beneath him for so long. I was attracted to the idea that a dark character- apparently seen as an object, by most standards- had the ability to demonstrate human qualities. That such characters were capable of pain was what grabbed me. They never let go . . .
From that point on, I sought to reveal those characters who demonstrated this trait. I'd look for them in stories, then chapter length books, and became entranced with it. My mind seemed to beseech that I hear that inner voice, to entreat me to listen to the idea, that there were myriad of different circumstances which led to individual pain. That pearlescent thought that portrayed an eerie, attractive white light would always sift out from the doom. Whether the character be a man clad in black boots, a lover, or some kind of ravenous fiendish monster, I always sought them; I looked for a white lining in their personalities. My stories, too, began to reflect this view. My need to seek that higher being was present, as I clasped each and every piece I read, fleshed out in every single story each persona burned until I felt myself aflame. My characters were enhanced by the notion that there was a deeper meaning behind what was seen, and I loved the process. Watching their layers peel away was fascinating to me, dark and so exquisitely did it drench my tongue!
There were, therefore, several notable Snape-centered scenes in my short life. My vision was regaled with the image of his complex inner ideology. When Snape observed Harry through darkly-lidded eyes which were unfathomable, black eyes, nearly liquid drips that inundated him with blackness, I was caught. The image was one that could not be analyzed. Never to know exactly what he was thinking, never to look into those deep black eyes and understand his thoughts was torturous. And yet I was in love with that burning black gaze. In book four, Moody states to Snape softly, 'aah, so you have Potter's best interests at heart have you?' Snape could not provide him an answer. At the end of the same book he stares at Harry with an inexplicable meaning- what, what was that meaning? I, unlike any other reader, was burning for it. And, finally, at the end of the seventh book, it all came into the light. The pearlescent image which I had been trying to find, to break to and understand in his character, was given. Yet, it was given with a bittersweet taste. After this point, the cruel hand of fate which had teased me for so long was removed. And it left this dark attraction in me asunder.
Thus, after this point, I immediately began to explore the image further. How will I ever understand all of his layers? I seek him, my Scar, when I feel insomnia creep upon me, and with those black, deeply hooded eyes comes sweet sunlight rays. When I see a black rose, the intoxication is present- in how many ways can I analyze each tiny petal? What were the facades of Snape's persona, and how can I break down the layers? I might never know. Would that JKR had given more insight into his blank, eerily quiet face. For now, I will simply have to engage in the soul-binding, foreboding, perhaps eternal effort . . . in a mesmerizing quest to conquer my own dark flame.
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Snapemartyr~
