A/N: Please, nobody comment on the fact that this has the worst grammar known to man. The POINT of it is to be a long run on sentence. It's a string of thoughts. This was a creative writing assignment so it's obviously not in my usual style. But I really do like it and I love Lily and I thought Snape deserved a mention too, so here we are. Reviews are always nice.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Harry Potter is J.K. Rowling's creation. I'm just toying with it.
a fire blazing in the hearth on this unusually chilly summer night, crackling and orange like my hair, the long vibrant strands that my sister always made fun of, her with her head of dusty brown and mousy features, jealousy emanating from her tiny figure skinny as a stick at ten years old watching me walk out the front door with my trunk and my robes trailing on the ground, and the smile splitting my face in two as I skip off into this new life leaving her behind, she's in England now and I missed the wedding, need to send her a present in the muggle mail but there's the baby, the mirror image of his father and I'm so proud of him, him with his toy broom and his eyes like mine, green and green and I think of the grass just after the rain that day, a pale greasy haired boy's hand clutched in mine, weaving through the trees and stumbling over rocks and ferns in the undergrowth as I babble on and on about the summer and happiness the sun is shining like it doesn't anymore, not with the clouds covering it up and the dark presence hanging over us, and I wonder where that boy is now as the fire goes out and the chill invades the house like the clawed white hand of winter reaching out to choke the life out of us all