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Acrid (Gamma Orionis' OTP Challenge)

"Class dismissed," Snape sneered, his black, beady eyes zeroing in on Harry, giving the boy one last glare. Harry stared back defiantly. The professor turned and strode out of the classroom and into his office, his dark robes billowing behind him. With a flick of his wand, the door slammed, and Severus Snape was alone once more. He slumped into his spindly legged chair, his head resting in his hands. A single tear ran down the contours of his crooked nose.

Thirteen years. For thirteen years to this very day, she had been dead. For thirteen years, he'd been living with the guilt, and the pain. And the boy didn't even know. He just strutted around arrogantly, never pausing to consider what day this might be. He was just like his father. Truly, Snape did try to see Lily in Harry, but he was blinded by the hate he felt towards James. Every time Severus saw the boy, he was subjected to images of that egotistical bighead lying with Lily. And he would never get the chance to see her in any other way again. Because she was gone. Snape felt the walls of his small study pushing in on him. Shelves upon shelves of putrid, horrific ingredients seemed to lean in towards him. He couldn't breathe. Today, the pain of losing her was just as sharp as the day he had found out. Usually, the throb of pain was deadened to a pungent odor hanging over him wherever he went, but today the wound was fresh. Every acrid memory was like a little stab in Severus Snape's shriveled heart. The love he felt for Lily was not ordinary. It was magic. The purest kind.

He pulled a bottle of firewhiskey out from under his desk and poured himself a glass of the golden liquid. It stung running down his throat, but the pain was good. It took his mind off of her. Two glasses later, Snape abandoned his goblet and took a swig of the putrid liquid straight from the bottle. The more that he thought about it, it really was that devil James' fault that all this had happened. If he hadn't seduced Snape's flower like the dirty crook that he was, she would be safe in his arms at this very minute. He realized then that his firewhiskey bottle was empty. He groped under the desk again, pulling out a fresh one. Yes, it was all James' fault. And then he went and got all of this credit, dying to protect Lily, or some ludicrousness. Snape would have died seven times over if it meant that she could be alive somewhere now. Snape went to take another swig of firewhiskey before realizing that yet again, his bottle was empty.

"Dammmn it…" he slurred, rising unsteadily to his feet. Suddenly he heard something. Not something… someone. In his bedchamber.

"Severus!" called the voice of an angel.

"Lily?" Snape muttered. He staggered into his chamber. "Dammmn iit…" There was no one there. At least he thought not. He could hardly see.

"Sev!" It was tantalizing! He could hear her! He really could! He stumbled to his drab gray cot, brushing against the side table on his way. There was a loud crash as the vase of white lilies fell to the ground. Within seconds, Snape was unconscious. His mouth hung open, the acrid smell of firewhiskey drifting from his lips.

Sometimes it is easier just to forget.


So, I decided to try Gamma Orionis' OTP challenge where the participant writes 50 fics about their OTP using prompts from Gamma Orionis. Obviously, my OTP is Snily… Screw James. So yeah. Let's see if I make it. Wish me luck!

Yours truly, Zeus