Disclaimer: This story contains passages from J.K. Rowlings Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I have no claims to any of these characters either. I'm just here to write a story about my new favorite pairing, Severus and Lily!!!!! I hope you like it, and I really love the reviews so far, thank you soooo much!!!!!

An Unsuccessful Meeting

A young boy with long, greasy black hair and a slightly protruding nose slammed the front door shut on the sound of angry voices and began walking down the long winding road of Spinner's End. The boy was oddly dressed in jeans that were too short, a white smock shirt and an overly large brown coat. Severus shook his head and stared at his feet as he walked down the roads, that he had come to know so very well, towards a destination that he didn't know. His parent's fights started becoming increasingly dangerous, various objects were thrown around as well as jinx's and curses.

The streets had become a second home to Severus Snape, he enjoyed the peaceful silence that engulfed him as he let his feet lead him. Before he knew it the small park across from his village was where he ended up, and there sat the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her red hair glistened in the bright summer sun and her green eyes sparkled like emeralds.

He smiled timidly and hid behind a near by bush to watch the girl. Lily swung alone and smiled unaware that she was being watched as she went higher and higher still. Counting quietly to three Lily jumped off the swing and launched herself off the seat and stayed in the air far longer than she should have, then gracefully landing on her feet right next to his hiding spot.

"Yes!" proclaimed Lily triumphantly punching the air with her fist. Severus smiled again at her joy and watched her as she walked down the sidewalk towards the setting sun. As he sat in the bushes Severus thought about the amazing thing the girl had done, no muggle would have been able to do that, "She must be a witch!" whispered Severus Snape under his breathe as he stood up and started for home.

The setting sun that had painted reds and pinks across the sky was now completely behind the horizon and the dark blues had taken over. The stars were now starting to shine as Severus grudgingly opened the front door and proceeded silently up the rickety stairs and to his bedroom.

Visions of the beautiful red head invaded his mind as he started to dose off. He woke just as the sun was rising and casting its early glow over him. Squinting in the light Severus got up and dressed quickly and was down the stairs in minutes, hoping to eat breakfast alone. His prayers were answered, the ramshackle kitchen was empty when he entered; quickly he grabbed a couple slices of bread and a glass of water and ran back up the stairs as quickly as he could. Running into his parents would mean a peculiar conversation and he was sure that somehow the anger that they had shown towards each other last night would surely still be strong.

As Severus walked back up the stairs he looked into his parents' bedroom, his mother was the only occupant of the bed, Severus was not surprised. Sighing loudly he closed he bedroom door and ate his breakfast quickly. Because he had more pressing matters, like making himself look impressive for the redhead in the neighboring village. He smiled at himself in the mirror a couple times trying to figure out which one looked the most dashing, then, coming to his senses; he started trying to fix his hair.

Nervously Severus peaked out of his bedroom door and into the hallway searching for other signs of life, none were found. Sighing thankfully he made his way down the stairs and out the door.

The morning sunlight cast a warm glow on everything around him bringing his spirits up even more, if it was a sunny day surely the girl would go to the park again. Upon reaching the park across the stream Severus hid in his bush again to wait for the girl of his dreams. Hours pasted until finally she came, but brining another girl with her. This other girl was tall and thin with a horse like face, much less pretty than the beautiful redhead.

"Come on Tuney," the red haired girl called, "I'm coming Lily!" the other called back. 'Lily,' he thought, 'what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.' While he was lost in thought the two girls had begun swinging, "Lily don't do it!" shrieked the elder of the two.

But before she could stop her Lily had jumped off of the swing at the top of her arc and flew in the air for a few minutes and landed gracefully on the ground once more. "Mummy told you not to!" Petunia stopped swinging and walked over to Lily, her hands on her hips. ""Mummy said you weren't allowed, Lily!"

"But I'm fine," said Lily giggling, "Tuney, look at this. Watch what I can do,"

Lilly picked up a fallen flower from the bush where Snape was hiding, Petunia moved closer to see what Lily was up to. Lily then held out her palm and the flower sat there, opening and closing its petals, like some bizarre, many lipped oyster.

"Stop it!" shrieked Petunia.

"It's not hurting you," said Lily, but she closed her hand on the blossom and threw it back on the ground.

"It's not right," said Petunia, but her eyes had followed the flower's flight to the ground where it lingered. "How do you do it?" she added, and there was definite longing in her voice.

"It's obvious isn't it?" Snape could no longer contain himself, but had jumped out from behind the bushes. Petunia shrieked and ran backward toward the swings, but Lily, though clearly startled, remained where she was. Severus regretted his appearance now that he was so close to Lily, she so gorgeous and he so…untidy.

"What's obvious?" asked Lily.

Snape was slightly nervous now; quickly he glanced at Petunia who was now hovering beside the swings, lowering his voice he replied, "I know what you are."

"What do you mean?"

"You're…you're a witch," whispered Snape

She looked affronted.

"That's not a very nice thing to say to somebody!"

Lily turned, nose in the air, and marched off toward her sister.

"No!" yelled Severus in desperation. He was highly colored now, and ran after Lily. "You are," said Snape directly to Lily, "You are a witch. I've been watching you for a while. But there's nothing wrong with that. My mum's one and I'm a wizard."

Petunia's laugh was like cold water.

"Wizard!" she shrieked again, her courage returned now that she had recovered from the shock of his unexpected appearance. "I know who you are. You're that Snape boy! They live down Spinner's End by the river," she told Lily, and it was evident from her tone that she considered the address a poor recommendation. "Why have you been spying on us?"

"Haven't been spying," answered Snape, hot and uncomfortable and dirty haired in the bright sunlight. "Wouldn't spy on you anyway," he added spitefully, "you're a Muggle."

Although Petunia had no idea what a Muggle was she understood the tone in which he said it.

"Lily, come on, we're leaving!" she said shrilly. Lily obeyed her sister at once, glaring at Snape as she left. He stood watching them as they marched through the playground gate, bitterly disappointed. Grief engulfed him, now that he was alone and the moment he had been planning had gone terribly wrong. He had hoped to impress her, to give her that exciting news that she was a witch with magical powers. But no, she had not believed him and now he was alone again, and probably would be for the rest of his life he thought miserably.