A/N: My first Lily x Snape story.
It's a bit darker than my usual writing, but I suppose it fits the couple I'm writing for.
Let me know how I did, and if you want to see more of them!
I promise I'll be nicer in the next one! I hope.
Enjoy, and do review!
PS. Snape's POV
The first time Snape laid eyes on Harry..
He looked so small, so weak.
The way he carried himself resembled none of his parents. He was stripped from his father's cockiness and his mother's confidence.
He simply looked broken.
I almost gave up on him until he looked me in the eyes, and the green shattered my porcelain apparel to bits.
He had her smiling eyes; her energy flowed in his irises. It was pleasure and pain at their finest.
Pleasure in a form of a glassy reflection of what I once had, yet pain for the constant reminder that came with it.
And I found myself submerged in a memory.
A faint softness flowed through my fingers as I played with her flames of hair while she quelled down some History of Magic notes.
Her eyes would find me every now and then, and bless me with a smile.
Lily was my only faith and I was enchanted by her glory.
Her fiery hair held all of her characteristics. It would curl up when she was angry and lay calmly like a halo down her shoulders when she was at peace.
It charmed me so, as her smiley eyes graced me once again, I pulled away my hand in embarrassment.
I had to keep reminding myself that I was a friend, just a friend. It was painful to swallow my words and actions for fear of losing her.
And she felt more out of reach now because of that Potter boy.
His untidy mess of hair exploded in all possible direction, as if it can't handle all of the thoughts in his head.
It was dislike at first sight. Actually, I disliked him the first time I saw him look at her.
I hated him, when she looked back...
I felt like a ghost, as if I was always invisible, but only realized it now.
Deep down I knew she was never mine; I just had the honor to bathe in her star-like light, for a fraction of a second before she was gone.
It was too much for me to handle, her happiness was a goal of mine. But to actually watch her with someone else was lethal.
Darkness was all I had left, nothing could hurt me there.
I edged away from her, inch by inch at first.
She kept pursing me; she couldn't understand her best friend's behavior. And I was too proud to explain, too coward in fact; to lay my heart in her hands, for the terror of her rejecting it.
Her hair was curled that day, the day she burned the leftover of my soul with her glare, the day I called her a Mudblood.
When she walked away that time, she never looked back.
In a way I got what I wanted, I broke all connection between us, but I wasn't aware that I broke my own heart in the process.
Nothing would fix it.
She got married, she moved on, and I lived on recollection.
I drowned deep in shadows, damaged for eternity by the mark of destruction, his mark.
However, my sinful deeds has guaranteed me a favor, one that I quivered to even ask.
"Spare her, My Lord" I have had begged for days, once I heard about the upcoming mission.
"Your wish is granted, as long as she stays out of the way" his raspy response burned my hope into ashes.
For I knew she would interfere. If I knew anything about Lily, it was that she was a fighter.
As I wrapped my arms around her lifeless form, I cry the death of the only angel that I have ever believed in.
And as I surfaced back, her eyes were staring at me through the boy.
An illogical hate burned through my being, feeding on scars and wounds that never healed.
My disfigured mind created a web of blame and captured the boy in it like a mere insect.
It was easy to hold him responsible.
After all, he was the reason I lost her…