Originally, I planned on posting about a completely different topic, but things took a massive turn when I heard the news about the death of Alan Rickman.
My first reaction was “Pfffffffft” and a google search. It smelled fishy. “English actor dies at 69 from cancer”? Really? David Bowie just died, from cancer, at the age of 69. It was highly possible that it was some stupid hoax created by some idiot.
And then I was texting my Potterhead friend about it. She too was pretty convinced that it was a death hoax.
Finally, I went back on google and there it was. Splashed all across the website, the news from BBC, The Guardian, Dailymail, etc. Sigh.
To my surprise, I felt tears beginning to fall. Now, REALLY? Why would I cry for someone I didn’t even know? Sure, he was a great actor and he seemed to be an amazing person, but why would his death affect me this way?
And then, it came to me. The weird sadness that I felt for this man.
Alan Rickman played the role of a person I’ve loved, and misunderstood, but mostly, whom I knew so much about. I may not have known Rickman, but I knew Severus. Oh yes, I did, and I loved him. Harry Potter was my childhood, as it was to most of you’ll, so the effect the death of a character can have on you is, well, understandable.
I guess it felt like I was reliving Snape’s death. For the second time. You grow up watching these people portray characters that make you want to punch them in the face, while at the same time, cry for them. And as kids, these feelings were much more stronger.
What I mean to say is, as adults, we obviously separate the actors from the characters they play, right? But kids don’t. It’s the same person. And it still is for me. Alan Rickman was, and will always be, Severus Snape. Hence, this death just scarred my scar. Like a scar on a scar. Huh.
Well, raise your wands for the Half-Blood Prince. May he rest in peace.
P.S: What’s your favourite Severus Snape moment/quote/chapter? Mine is, obviously, The Prince’s Tale. 🙂