'Red Hair Mingled With Black'
Chapter 1
Eleven-year-old Lily looked at herself wonderingly in the mirror. The last few days had gone by so quickly, too quickly, and now it was all ending.
Petunia walked into her room, 'Been told to tell you its time to leave' she said disapproval echoing around her.
'Tunie, please, don't be like this' Lily abruptly shot at her, wheeling round from the mirror. 'You know I didn't ask for any of this to happen, and you know I want you to come too.'
'No! No, you don't.' Petunia spat back at her. 'you and that Snape boy, always together now – you planned it, I know you did. Well you can count me out, as if I'd really want to go with you and your boyfriend and be a – a freak.'
Lily's eyes automatically filled with tears, 'I'm not a freak,' she whispered, 'and he isn't my boyfriend.' Petunia just sniffed and left the room, not offering to help with Lily's heavy luggage.
(Fast forward five years)
'Do you remember when we first met?' Lily asked, her red hair playing with the breeze, moving into her emerald eyes.
'How could I forget?' replied the lanky youth she was holding hands with on the next swing along.
He was tall and thin, with greasy black hair and eyes, eyes that would later turn hard and poisoned with betrayal. He knew himself to be lucky. Lily Evans could have had any boy in the entire school, but she chose him, Severus Snape, over them. Even that twerp, James Potter.
'I loved you right from that moment.'
'Really?' Lily was startled at this frank confession from her usually reserved boyfriend.
'Your eyes, your hair, your…everything about you'
She was leaning over to kiss him, muttering sweet nothings when another voice interrupted.
'Lily.' Disapproval was obvious in both steely, cold syllables.
'Ah crap,' muttered Severus under his breath.
'Tunie. Can we help you?' Lily replied pleasantly, as though she was oblivious to her sister's hatred.
'They want to see more of your freak show tricks'
Severus' hand tightened around his wand, but Lily pushed it away.
'Of course, tell them I'm just coming?' Again, pleasant, oblivious.
'I'm not your messenger Lily.' Again, cool, distaste. She stalked off.
'I'll hex her next time she does that, in fact, I could still get her now. Should I….?'
'No. She is my sister, remember. But I should go.' Lily leaned in to kiss his lips, red hair mingled with black, green eyes mixed with his black.
As Lily moved off, he sighed with distaste at the filthy muggle his girlfriend was forced to live with. Too similar. The distaste, disapproval, even her hatred, all too, too similar. Too reminiscent of his father.