Chapter one of my Valentine's day special- very sad and lots of grief this one is. I do not own Harry Potter.
It was that moment when he hung from his ankles in mid-air, when he lost his voice mid-shout and the damage his fury had done set into stone, it was that moment when he did all those things that he realized not only that he loved Lily Evans, but she would now never love him back.
That was nearly six years ago, when they were in fifth years, young and he was in love. He loved still, he still loved her. But she moved on to greater things, like that swine Potter, and he was left naked in the dark, with no veil to cover his grief.
He had gone to Dumbledore with pleas and begging and everything he had to offer; his memories, service, even soul and life. But Dumbledore wanted nothing of that, he wanted information on the Dark Lord, Voldemort, and Severus Snape, the Slytherin naïve in the game of love, gave him just that.
Now he stand in front of Lord Voldemort, his forearm held out for the Dark Mark to brand him as the enemy.
"Do you, Severus Snape swear on your soul to serve me." The Dark Lord asked.
There's no going back, Snape thought as he nodded his head. A wave of pain shot through his forearm as the Dark Mark was forced upon him like many white-hot needles prodding his skin.
He served well, well enough to please the Dark lord and allow Severus to give the information to Dumbledore.
"There is a prophecy," Severus began to The Dark Lord at his meeting, "That says the child born as the summer dies from those who've thrice defied you shall be made your equal and your downfall."
"The Potters," Lord Voldemort sneered, "And the Longbottoms..."
And he chose the Potters, over the Pureblood family. The Dark Lord made the halfblood his equal and killed Lily Evans in the process. His Lily Evans.
Next he had gone to Dumbledore, telling him how Dumbledore promised to protect them- only they hadn't. They had trusted that Sirius Black who was a Black Slytherin at heart.
Now he stand at the ruins of which the Dark Lord destroyed, running up the broken and burnt stairs to the room that had blasted to pieces as the Dark Lord had. He opened what remained of the door to the child's bedroom to see his beloved Lily Evans dead on the floor.
He cradles her lifeless body and cold hands in his as he looked once more upon her beautiful red hair and still-open green eyes. He closed her eyes, as if to simply pretend she was sleeping and would one day wake up. But she wouldn't and it was because of his foolish mistakes that he allowed this to happen.
He reflected upon his own life as hers was stolen, from the madman. After fifth year he lost everything, the world simply fell apart and they just never made up. Perhaps a thought that pleasant wasn't made for a Slytherin such as him.
There was never an apology, never a goodbye and never a smile. Severus let out a long and mournful cry as Lily Evans' spirit was carried to the stars. He will always see her in the stars. They were with her all her life, in her eyes, in her laugh, in her smile.
Her name was Lily Evans.
And Severus Snape loved her enough to let her go.
But he loved her enough to never forget.
Yeah, I know I screwed up the timeline but it makes more sense this way, so here is the sad first chapter and I promise the second one will be happier! The third one not so much... I plan to have 3-5 short stories in this (why the actual story part has only 590 words in it) big story about love and life and whether you want to think about it or not, death and love are nearly the same. We die for love and love those who die.