Disclaimer: It should be pretty obvious what is from the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling and what is from my imagination, if you've read the books. I am a mere fan with a wild imagination and a love for song.
"Look ... at ... me..." he whispered.
The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows by J. K. Rowling, page 658
He wanted to see her eyes. Those almond-shaped, emerald green eyes that haunted him from the face of an old school enemy for seven years, and amongst the midst of his most darkest memories for seventeen. But now those memories resurface in a whirlwind of her voice echoing in the emptiness filled only by her eyes. Her eyes, filled with joy, hope, confusion, pain, anger, and coldness as each memory flashed by.
"That's not a very nice thing to say to somebody!"
"Does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?"
"You did! You did! You hurt her!"
"I don't want to talk to you."
"They don't use Dark Magic, though."
"Fine, I won't bother in the future. And I'd wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus."
"I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine."
"But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?"
"...any different? ... any different?"
His heart twisted as he struggled to talk, to apologize, to ease this crushing guilt...
"Sev... Sev... Severus? Severus Snape?"
A voice rang through his flashbacks and he tried to blink, only to not experience the brief darkness nor feeling of his eyelids coming down. It was odd, after years of blinking, that he immediently noticed it. The eyes were gleaming, and as they drew back, they revealed a pale face of a girl.
"Lily?" Severus croaked, but his heart sank as he saw the unfamiliar features and black, lank hair. The girl in front of him giggled like a child - she was a child, perhaps around nine or ten years old. She perched on a wooden box in front of him, petite, and wearing snow-white robes. At first the color and shapes were fuzzy, then they grew sharper and crystal clear. The girl's hair had an odd shine to it, as if oily, as well as her skin. Her nose was slighty large for her small, oval face. With her eyebrows thicker than the typical girl's and full lips but wide mouth, she would be more handsome than beautiful when grown up. But her eyes... she had Lily's eyes.
Severus frowned in confusion. He sat up, saying, "How? What?" His voice sounded odd to him. "I thought I was dead?"
"Oh, yes," the girl said matter-of-factly. "But for you to get used to... you know, your soul's form and part from your mind - er, let me start again," she said sheepishly as if she could hear the questions banging through his baffled mind. She spoke quickly and in a choppy way, as if she wasn't too sure of her words. "You see, your mind is well connected with your brain, and back on Earth your brain is used to seeing through your eyes and receiving and sending messages. Your mind is struggling with the loss of the brain. Therefore, you will be thinking and acting and seeing and stuff as if you still have a body, for the time being."
"...Huh?"
"Your astral body, or your soul, has been detatched from your physical body. In this form you should be able to see 360 degrees around, hear everything clearer, and have everything more vibrant and sharper than in your physical body, because you aren't looking through your aura and through physical lenses anymore."
"Er... who are you? Are you even real?"
"Me? Oh, I'm another soul."
Severus stared at her. "And your name is...?"
"To your mind, I'm nameless," she said. "But enough of that. You've chosen to move on, a good choice I would think. You've tomented Harry James Potter enough when you were alive, haunting him as a ghost for his father would be a nightmare for the both of you..."
"Yes, yes, but what am I doing here?" Severus demanded. He looked around, feeling as if his mouth went dry. "Why am I at my... my parent's house? At Spinner's End?" He felt an ill, foreboding wave fall over him.
"In order to move on, you must move on from your past on Earth," the girl said calmly. Severus saw a dark shadow - two dark shadows appearing in the dusty window.
"No, I can't -"
"You must learn to forgive and forget now, since you haven't then. In order to, you must come back to the past."
"And relive it?" Severus turned towards the girl with subtle disgust and loathing. "Why must I do what you suggest?"
She shrugged. "I think - I guess - I mean, you know... it's sort of a, like, you need to."
Severus disliked her inability to put things clearly. "Why?"
"Oh, if anyone can answer that!" She slipped off the box and walked up to him, holding his hand. "Come on, I'm here to guide you."
She then began to lead him towards the little house, and Severus shivered as they passed through the wall.
A/N: Eh, this first chapter's like an introduction. By the way, that is sort of my thoughts on what happens after one dies and moves on, based on theories through books and personal experience. Please, no flames nor bashing. I believe there is no such thing as "constructive criticism", so if you see something I could improve on, state it as advice or a suggestion, not merely stating flatly, "Eh, I didn't find it interesting, you could do better, the plot sucks." I mean, how am I supposed to improve through that? Any way, stay tuned because the actual songfic's the next chapter.