It was thursday, afternoon. You had just returned from work and got on your laptop. Going onto twitter, you realized that #ripalanrickman had gotten viral.
You knew Alan was Professor. Severous Snape, and you adored him in Harry Potter, so you started to cry. His death overwhelmed you so much, you didn't notice Dylan entering your small condo you both lived in.
He stood infront of you, looking at the screen of your laptop. Expecting it to be hate from fans, he saw the death of Alan Richman. He understood your love of Harry Potter, so he sat next to you and cuddled with you until you felt all better. He wiped away your tears and you spent the rest of the day, watching old Harry Potter movies.
A/N: Snape taught me that Heroes are always found in the most unlikely places. God damn, I'm crying so much. Hug? I just feel so overwhelmed, I never knew his death would take so much affect to me.
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