My Affair with Lily Potter
Severus Snape, pale and tragic like usual, sits in his cold dark classroom. He stares at row after row of empty seats. The last day of school. What a wonderfully bittersweet day it was, as it always was. A thick beaten down brown leather book rests in front of him on his old rickety desk. Etched in the leather are initials: S.S.
The binding creases and whines as he opens the first page. He skims through the old writings, the scribbling, the drawings and the repetitive usage of her name. The name that becomes darker and more frequent as the pages progress.
He flips to the last page in a mad hurry. A sigh of relief. He fingers the empty dusty page. Quickly he grabs his quill and begins to write again.
"It has been far too long not to write the memory that haunts me and thrills me to this day. The memory I wish to forget is the memory I hold as one of the greatest. The memory that shines a light into my diming heart…
It was my third year at Hogwarts. A strange year. It was the year that changed me. Lily had been in a fight with James. It was my opportunity. She sat underneath the willow tree that occupied most of my time over the last three years. I sat beside her with this very journal at my side.
She looked up at me, her eyes as red as blood. Her cheeks wet as water. She looked at me and then looked upon my journal- this journal.
"S.S?" she asked. I nodded, "Severus Snape."
She smiled, she liked my name.
"I like your name. I'm Lily."
"I know," I say quietly. She nods. She knows that I know.
"Are you alright?" I ask.
She looks up at me slowly. A moment passes where we stare into each other's eyes. My heart pounds. She leans in and lightly touches her lips upon mine. She is my first, in many categories.
Right there at the soft base of the willow tree… She was beautiful. Fair skin… how my hands felt along her soft angelic curves…"
He slams the journal closed. He takes a long deep breath and looks around the classroom. It no longer is the forest, the willow tree, the bright warm sun. It is only his classroom. His dark hole in the wall secret place where he can be himself when no one is around. He opens the journal slowly and continues his new entry.
"It is one memory that no one may know. It is one memory that would destroy what Albus and I have fought for these long years. Potter has no idea of who his parents were but I do. And others do. But no one knows Lily quite like me. She opened up to me like she had with no other- except maybe for James. Though I'm not positive of that either. I brought out the darkness in her, and she brought the light into me.
I feared that when Voldemort killed her he would see this memory… I know now that Lily buried that memory so far down that she forgot. She forgot about me and about that day. I will not. If I forget then the darkness will occupy me, cloud me, and I will loose sight of the light that she brought to me that warm day."
He rips out the new entry in a mad fury. He jumps from his seat, shreds the paper and throws it into a bowl. He whips out his wand and holds it perfectly stable in the ready-position.
"This is for your son my love."
He twists the wand and the bowl blows up into dust. He grabs the journal and puts under his cloak. Pale and tragic, he marches out of the classroom.