Chapter 1
Dungbombs and Dungheads
Last night might well have been the worst of Lily's life. It wasn't as though she had expected it to go any differently; in fact, she had not expected it to go in any other way. And how could she have—not when Severus had made it so very clear that his place would inevitably lie in Slytherin, the house of his father and his father's father and his mother and her mother and his aunt and his four nephews and so forth…he had gone on and on until Lily had shoved a hand over that serious little mouth of his, laughing like nothing else when her finger got stuck up his nose. He had pouted for nearly three weeks afterward, and in those three weeks Lily had sat herself down to do some serious thinking, a task she normally left up to Severus.
It had taken her a while to get focused, to actually give the misgivings a voice in her head. Lily was not one to listen to misgivings, for she found them restraining and, frankly, complete rubbish and entirely useless. But it was important she allowed for a certain amount of that rubbish to enter her thoughts nonetheless.
Severus was a very sweet boy. It was an impossible fact to ignore, yet somehow everybody did, himself included. From what Lily had been told, Slytherin was not a house meant for sweet boys. Despite whatever house his great-something-or-other had been in, Lily did not agree with that maniacal little sparkle he got in his eye as he went off about how it was his destiny to fit in with a bunch of not-so-very-nice boys.