my hatred for rapists is unconditional. i don’t care who you are, if you rape, you have revoked your humanity and you belong in the fucking ground.
when snape realizes he’s dying he doesn’t care, in fact he’s happy because he knows in just a moment he’ll see lily again
but to his great dismay he’s greeted instead by none other than james potter
who promptly envelopes him in an awkward but genuine hug and says with a hoarse voice, “thank you for taking care of my son”