Severus Snape walked across the school grounds, his brow furrowed in concentration. It was just after Potions, and Snape had found a concoction that had confused him. He now walked desperately to the lone tree to figure it out. About halfway there, Snape saw Lily. He felt a jolt in his stomach as he noticed how the light sunlight enhanced Lily's redness of her hair, and how it brought out those beautiful bright green eyes. They sparkled with determination as she looked at Snape. The young wizard raised his arm to wave at Lily when behind her came James Potter. Lily turned, a brilliant smile playing on her lips and she kissed James.
Snape looked at the pair for a moment, try to comprehend what had just happened. A moment later, anger boiled within him, curling his free hand into a fist of fury. He turned away from James and Lily and stalking to his tree, seething with rage. Laughter followed him there, but he didn't care. There was a more important issue that was plaguing Snape than cursing them. He sat on one of the protruding roots of the tree, clutching his Potions book tightly to him, as if it would give him reassurance.
Why James? He thoughtWhy James Potter, the one who always picked on him, curse after curse, never leaving him alone. He was the victim to Potter's wand, and no one cared, they just laughed and jested as he was bullied for his oddity... and genius. They were just jealous, Snape reassured himself as he opened his book to the Potion that they made today. He took out a black pencil case and took out a pencil. He began taking notes, but his mind could not block out the picture of Lily and James... together.
Tears of fury blotched the page, tears that he could not stop. For a while, Snape sat on his lonely root, his body shaking from the racking sobs. Why him? I showed her the way; I was her friend from the beginning. James always teased Lily relentlessly, always trying to impress her with his marvellous curses that he used on Snape.
But that's why she chose him, wasn't it? Snape called her a Mudblood, not that many years ago. Lily had not quite forgiven him for that act. That's why.
He heard a twig snap. Someone was coming. Snape hastily wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and snapped the Potions book closed, as to not show the evidence that Snape was crying. But a familiar voice, a voice that always comforted him, a voice that always had shown up as vision of beautiful green eyes...
"Sev?"