"Nearly two decades," Snape grumbled to himself as he treaded through the heart of Hogsmeade, passing The Three Broomsticks on his way to the liquor store. He should've moved on long ago after his only love went and married Lucius Malfoy, but still, the aging Slytherin had never even wanted to marry anybody else after losing Narcissa. For him, she had been The One; the only one... and thanks to his own foolishness, he'd lost her forever.