The Half-Blood Prince
I
She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Even a cold heart as mine could feel the electric warm current of love seizing full control. I will never forget her rebel flame colored hair dancing with the wind while she ran and hopped down the heights. I could see something different about her, somehow, she wasn't like all the other people. She wasn't a muggle, of course. She was one like me. She was a witch. A beautiful and well talented witch. It took me a good time to introduce myself (I was a really introverted kid). I didn't have any friends or social skills. I had nothing. And she had the rays of the sun in her smile. She was the vision of kindness, and I guess first I fell in love for it.
She used to play with her muggle sister in the surroundings of Spinner's End, in Cokeworth (which was also near my house). My house was a mournful place. So cold and blue, without any kind of attractive for a child… Or any human being. My muggle father was a man of few words and no heart, in my very personal opinion. Domestic abuse was a daily reality for me and my mom, who saw herself chained to a sick relationship.
Since I can remember, I spent a great part of the day inside my bedroom, reading and playing by myself. Sometimes, my mother used to tell me something about my future school, Hogwarts. She told me I would be there the whole year and just come back home for summer holidays.
Honestly, I was not disappointed by the fact that I would not come back home during the school year. I never felt home with my family. I never doubted my mother's affection for me, however I also understood that she wouldn't never be brave enough to set us free from that terrible situation we were at.
My refugee from my parents daily quarrels was my tiny room that smelt like mold due constant water leaking. Not always that uncomfortable cold room was enough to save me from them. When the thin walls were no longer able to protect me from their loud voiced, I would scape. Climbing down a water pipe next to my window, I would leave running. Running to get to the park. To get to her.
On this day, she had found out she was not ordinary. On that day, destiny drew our fates closer. With that smile, able to illuminate everywhere she passed by, she told her sister, who was with her, that she was special.
"Look, Tunia, what I learned!" Then, she took a little blossom and positioned it in the center of her hand. Suddenly the little blossom was spinning on air. To each spin, a petal bloomed. A beautiful spell. Very, very touching, I would say.
To my absolute surprise, the muggle girl pushed her hand saying: "You are a freak Lily! You are a freak!" Those words brought sadness to her face. I could not avoid standing up for her.
"She is not a freak!"
The muggle looked really afraid, and ran away shouting "I am going to tell mom!" When she turned back to face me I could see her green eyes were curious staring at me.
"You are not that. A freak." I affirmed, taking a blossom and making it bloom on my hand just like she did minutes before. "You are special. You are a witch." She glanced admired at my hand and then, back at my eyes.
"I am Lily. Lily Evans. Who are you?"
"I am Severus. Severus Snape."