A/N: This is a little story that came into my head. Its the same, Snape has a second chance premise, but my own thoughts. Its kind of dark, kind of existential, but enjoy, and review please. And I'm at the point where I am avidly searching for a beta. Anyone interested? If so, please message me or something!!
The first blow come hard, as I am knocked unconscious by the force of the spell.
"Severus," her voice calls out to me, "Severus
"Severus," her voice calls out to me, "Severus?" Her voice cried out like the ringing of bells on a bright spring day. My eyes flutter open; I'm lying in a field, staring up at the sky. Giant fluffy clouds amble by, various shapes and animals floating in the sky ahead. I turn onto my side and stare at her, the most gorgeous thing of all. She is wearing a pink sundress, a large floppy hat, sunglasses and a smile that entrances me. My heart melts into dust as I see her pulling sandwiches out of a picnic basket. "Sev, if you don't come now, I'm going to eat all of this," she says. I sit up and raise an eyebrow.
"I'd like to see you try," I say leaping to my feet and walking over to where a red-checkered blanket is laying neatly. She looks up at me over her sunglasses.
"So are you going to sit down or do I have to pull?" She asks bossily. I smile and sit down across from her, staring intently at her large hat.
"Do all muggles wear that? I ask. She cocks her head slightly. I point towards the hat. "That one," I say. She looks up.
"It's my mum's." She takes it off, her wonderful red hair flowing in the breeze. "Why, does it look bad?" I shake my head.
"It's just large," I say. She places it on the side, anchoring it under the basket. We both eat the cucumber sandwiches in silence. She looks up and sighs softly.
"What?" I ask, rubbing the crumbs from my chin.
"Why can't every day be this peaceful?"
I pull my knees up to my chest as she takes off her sunglasses. Her large green eyes stare at me, sparkling like emerald jewels in the clear summer's day. I edge nearer to her and slowly trace her jawbone with my hand, aching to kiss her lips. She turns to me. A small smile etches her face, her eyes flutter closed, almost willing me to taste her luscious lips. I pull closer to her and kiss her softly. She places her hands around my neck and returns the kiss fervently. A lion erupts in my heart where a slithering snake had been before, a warmth I had never felt before. My stomach stiffens up and my senses are on overload. Lily Evans is kissing me, I think while tracing my hand up and down her back. I release the kiss and begin kissing her nose, her cheeks, every single freckle.
"This could have all been yours," She says softly.
"What?" I ask.
"All of this, everything that we're doing, it could have all been yours," she places her perfect head on my shoulder.
"Lils, what do you mean?" I ask frantically. I feel a sharp sting at my neck and everything comes flooding back to me, memories of everything in my life. My stomach flips, this can't be over. I have to talk to him. I see the emerald eyes burst into the room as my life flutters away. I gather all of my energy for one last final burst, and I recite the spell to release my thoughts into a small bottle. I thrust the offending instrument into his hands, my confession, the very proof of my innocence.
They say when you are bitten in the neck and your jugular and carotid arteries are punctured, it takes about ten seconds to die. Ten long painful seconds before everything turns into dust, ten long painful seconds is all it takes for everything left in your life to leak out of you. As I lay here, dying, I call out to Lily. I am prepared to join her. My heart leaps as I finally fade out of existence.
A white light greets me. The same meadow appears, the one that I had dreamt about earlier when the Dark Lord knocked me out. Instead of Lily on a picnic blanket, Albus is sitting on a park bench. He motions beside him, offering me to sit. I do and we both stare out into the cloudless day, the sun blindingly bright.
"Where am I?" I ask.
"Wherever you want," says the older wizard. Before I can say anything, he speaks again.
"You are not truly dead yet," he says with a wink. I look up, confused.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"I mean…you still have a second chance."
"Huh?" What is the old man playing at?
"Severus, you can't be completely happy with your former life."
"How would you know?" I ask irritably.
"You wouldn't be here if you were completely content, there must be one choice you made that has caused you torment," his eyes twinkle as he looks at me. I place my head in my hands, my elbows leaning on my knees. I remember, the one event that I regret more than anything else. The one time that the word coward was truly appropriate to describe yours truly. The reason Lily—
"Can I change it? I can I really change what happened?" I ask unusually hopefully. He smiles and nods.
"You do get a second chance Severus, but don't expect anything to really change," he says tiredly. My stomach lurches. "Or everything will be different, after all, it only takes one rock to start an avalanche," he says. After that point, the bench becomes blurry as I start falling into space.
Thump
A large clock rings as I wake up. I check the table next to me, a small calendar, its 1975, my fifth year. This is the day that—well, this is the day I'm humiliated. At least I can put a stop to that blasted event, I think. Smirking, I leap out of bed, determined not to make the same mistakes I have made in the past.