Disclaimer: I own everything. Rowling is my pawn.

Author's Note: Rowling was afraid to write the real truth about Snape so she wrote me to do so.

A Love to Good to be True Because It Is Too Good to be True

by: Serenthia

Chapter One: Lily's Discovery that She Is Made to Forget

Lily Evans carried her parcel down Spinner's End and wiped away a stray tear. Not only was she an incredible kind, sensitive, good, caring, smart, feisty, pretty girl but she was also an incredible seamstress. Such a combination of beauty, brains, and domestic skills made her sure of catching a man before she was eighteen. Being able to do the Imperious Curse didn't hurt any.

Anyway... back to the reason for her stray tear. Lily had just sewed a wonderful outfit for her ickle abused friend. Sevvie-poo would love her forever for it. Of course she couldn't marry him. That was just not done! He was greasy, poor, and ugly. Her kindness, however, would ensure his eternal love for her. He would never marry since no woman would ever be able to equal her!

Lily nearly swooned at her own greatness.

She looked to both sides of her, aware of the horrible decay, stench, and all around putridness of her surroundings. But still she had come. Her heart beat a little faster at her display of goodness and she skipped along the road merrily. Surely the sight of her- in her new green dress and hair ribbons- would give these poor people something to smile about for years to come- if not decades.

Severus's house would, of course, be the worst of this bunch.

Lily stopped dead. One hand flew to her mouth. There was his house! But... it was all wrong! The number was right... but...

It was a cute cottage painted in bright happy colors surrounded by flowers and a white picket fence. A large man stood on the walkway leading up the door. He was watering the flowers and happily whistling. His clothes were nice and he looked kempt. He had Severus's nose.

This was not right! Severus had told her his house was falling apart, decaying, with nothing but dirt and bones of dead dogs for a lawn, and his father was always inside tormenting his mother and him.

Lily hid herself behind a fence, sitting on her parcel so her pretty dress wouldn't get dirty, and watched.

"What are you doing?!" came a nine-year-old shriek.

"Watering the flowers that I replanted after you destroyed my other ones," the man said, his voice calm and kind.

Severus appeared on the scene wearing... cute blue overalls with a yellow shirt underneath them. Lily was scandalized. Not only was Severus wearing nice clothes but he wasn't so bad looking anymore. His hair was washed, brushed, and he was quite kempt.

"You are so mean!" Severus screamed. "How am I going to grow up to become a proper Dark Wizard if you don't stop doing things like this!"

A Dark Wizard? Lily leaned forward until her nose was caught in the fence. She ignored the discomfort.

The man sighed and smiled down at his son. "Severus, baby, I have a right to treat you nicely and a right to a nice-looking home."

Severus scowled, folded his arms, and turned on his heel- showing his back to his father. "I will never talk to you again."

"That what you said last month," the man said. "And the month before that and the month before that and..."

"I get the point," Severus said, turning around and clapping his hands together to beg. "Please, Daddy. We have to live in squalor and me and Mum have to live in fear of you! It's the only way to grow up to be a proper Dark Wizard! I can't have a good father. I can't! No self-respecting Dark Wizard would ever have one!"

Lily wiggled on her parcel. She, Lily Evans, was so wonderful that she could reclaim him if he ever became a Dark Wizard! It would be a love story of untold romance!

"Your mum's a witch," the man said. "Why would she ever fear me?"

Severus stamped his foot. "You are messing everything up! Mum listens to me. She locked me in a kitchen cupboard for two hours yesterday! It was terrible!" Severus said, his eyes alight with the delightful memory.

The man shook his head. "I'm going to have to talk with her. Again."

"Are you going to yell at her?" Severus said, hopeful. "You did once! I remember it! It was the happiest day of my life! I thought you had finally changed!"

"No," the man said. "I learned my lesson. I'll talk low and softly and hold her tightly while I plant kisses on her when I mention it."

Severus stamped his foot again. "Ugh! You're so mean!!"

"By the way, baby," the man said. "Quit taking clothes out of our neighbor's trash."

"I have no choice," Severus said, hitting himself in the chest, "since you insist on putting me in these clothes!"

"Why do you do it, anyway?" the man asked.

Severus drew himself up to his full height. "I have a woman."

Lily swooned on her parcel! She was his woman! Reclaiming him when he went Dark would be a piece of cake... Wait! She was a modern woman and modern woman were indigent about being called a man's woman.

"I am not!" Lily said, wrenching her nose free and standing up to reveal her pretty self. "I am nobody's woman!"

"That's her!" Severus said, glaring at her. "She isn't pretty but she'll have to do since she's the only witch around."

Lily's mouth dropped. She wasn't pretty!

"Why you... you... pig! I'm very pretty! Everybody says so," Lily said, tossing her long red hair. "And I have on my new green dress that matches my eyes and new hair-ribbons that match my dress."

She twirled around for them both to see.

"Wait a minute!" Severus's face blushed red. "You can't see me like this!" he screamed and ran into the house.

Next thing Lily knew she was standing at the begging of Spinner's End and Severus, dressed in rags, was standing next to her.

"You poor thing," Lily said, handing him the parcel. "I have to get home now," she muttered, dazed.

Severus took the parcel and looked forlornly at her. "My dad is really mean and my house is falling down around us. Pity me."

"I do," Lily said, nodding her head and walked back to her home.

She would have liked to have dazzled Spinner's End with her new dress and hair ribbons but that was not to be. At least Severus would have one decent outfit. That was all that mattered. That and him always loving her even when she married someone that was better looking, popular, and rich. A girl had her needs after all.

To Be Continued... Whether or not you, the dear reader, want it to be.

Oh, yeah, all Americanisms are done on purpose. Rowling was born in America but then she got herself smuggled into Britain with a crate of onions when she realized having a British accent would make her books sell better. I'm a purist so I stuck with American- which is the original language of the books to begin with. Bloomsbury translated them and then Scholastic translated them back. Weird eh?