I had a thought recently that Lily must have realised at some point that Snape was in love with her, but never confronted him about it. So this came from that thought and from 'Snape's worst memory' in Order of the Phoenix. Enjoy.

Saturday 4th July 1976

The now dried quill poised over the empty parchment, taunted Lily Evans.

All she had managed to write was her now estranged friend's name; Severus.

"I don't need help from a filthy little Mudbloods like her!"

She flinches at the memory, as this was when she realised that her friendship with Sev was becoming strained.

His fascination with the Dark Arts and his wanna-be Death Eater friends had pulled them apart, and her heart contracted at the thought.

She'd never seen it coming until that moment by the lake.

Her sweet childhood friend who had stood by her even when Petunia didn't, who had shown her not to be afraid to be different. Her troubled childhood friend who, when his father came home drunk and hit his mother, would escape to his daily meets with Lily.

Oh, Sev. "Fine, I won't bother in future. And I'd wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus." Lily sighed and put the quill back into the ink pot.

Lily sighed and put her head in her hands, you made things even worse, Evans.

As he's gotten older the further he fell into the Dark Arts, but it was Voldemort's regime with it's ridiculous notion of Purebloods dominating Muggles and Muggle-borns that twisted many great wizards and witches minds.

Severus included.

Those Death Eaters wanna-be friends of Severus'; Avery, Mulciber and Rosier corrupted Sev into a mindless drone for Voldemort.

"I never meant to call you Mudblood." Lily's blood boiled in her veins, unshed tears burned her eyes at the thought of the slip up. Lily blamed Potter for angering Sev, but - ugh - they're as bad as each other.

"You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine." But do I regret it now?

Lily lifted her head out of her hands and stared down at the blank parchment again.

No. No, I don't.

A steely resolve straighten her back and hardened her bright green eyes.

I will fight against Voldemort and his stupid Death Eaters. I will fight to free Severus from the megalomaniac grasp of Voldemort.

I won't give up on you, Sev, as I now you'll never give me up.


Lily stepped out into the warm summer night with a rolled up piece of parchment in one hand and a box of Muggle matches in the other.

She put both down on the cool grass and pulled a match out of the box. With a swift flick of her wrist the match was lit, she lifted both match and parchment and touched them together.

Slowly the flames licked up the parchment, swallowing the writing scrawled across it.

Lily lets go of the parchment untouched by the flames and blows it into the sky.

A small sad smile fluttered across her face as the last remaining bit of parchment disappeared into the inky starry sky.

Severus,

I forgive you, for everything.