Author’s Note.

I started reading Harry Potter when I was 14 years old and my life was changed forever.

I was a huge potterhead growing up.

Still am.

I never imagined I would write Harry Potter fanfiction one day.

And I would actually relate to Harry Potter and Snape.

Now that things are finally good.

It feels great, yes.

But I would like to say this.

This isn’t a life anyone would choose willingly.

Being the mother of dragons and spiderman is the same.

I’m just making the best of an otherwise worse situation.

That’s all.

It sucks to exist this way, tbh.

The lifelong suffering and trauma that I endured.

It’s just.

Idk.

It feels better when I put it this way is all.

When I started writing in 2022.

I just had a general vague idea of what I wanted to write.

I didn’t know it would become this.

I was improvising and adding as I wrote.

It was a life or death situation.

Only I knew the truth.

I was desperate to say it.

I had no time to sit down and process the embarrassment, betrayal or anything.

I was just desperate to finish writing.

My only intention was to tell my side of the story.

Thank you for listening to me these last few years.

I love you all so much.

x