"From your 38th to 8th year, a total of 10,950 nights, I have been by your side, but you don't know me, Severus."
Every time he opened his eyes, Moriel Dursley saw an unfamiliar face.
She was Mrs. Pince who coughed in the library late at night, the student Snape passed by in the corridor, and the cat that passed by the corner when he was standing alone on the Astronomy Tower...
She had said good night to him in a hundred voices and looked at his back with a hundred pairs of eyes.
But he had never seen the real her.
Time pushed her toward his past, each step getting farther and farther.
But the closer she got to his beginning, the more she realized he would never recognize her.
Her thirty-eighth year, his eighth year. She ran desperately against the river in his life, becoming another face, another pair of hands, and another different voice every night.
For more than ten thousand nights, he always thought about the same name, and she was just a page in his story that never appeared.
"Severus, I have spent my whole life with you, but you have never even known my name."
Intention: I have loved you for ten thousand nights, but you have never remembered your name.
