I do not own any of these characters... except Sirius =) anyway! I don't own the characters they all belong to the magnificent Jo Rowling and you all must bow down to her awesomeness. Okay no you don't have to bow down just don't sue me for plagiarism! Lol enjoy!
Dear Lily,
I just wanted to tell you…
"No." he muttered crossing it out with his quill.
Dear Lily,
I loved the poem you wrote…
"No." he muttered again throwing the piece of parchment onto the floor. It was his fifth attempt at a letter in the last10 minutes.
Dear Lily,
I really enjoyed reading that poem. It was great! And I really need to talk to you abo
"Nope." he sighed putting his head on his table.
Dear Lily,
I need to talk to you about something very important.
He growled crumpling up this piece of paper too. He glared out the window seeing Potter and his stupid friends outside throwing snow. "Potter." he growled. Always Potter, always, ruining everything for him.
Dear Lily,
I have to tell you something important so write me back-
"Watch what you're doing Potter!" he screamed through the open window. He tossed the piece of parchment onto the floor. Madam Pince was going to have his head for the mess.
Dear Lily,
How's Christmas so far? Potter and his stupid friends got themselves a months worth of detentions because they blew up the girls bathroom, the one with Moaning Myrtle in it? It was funny.
I really enjoyed reading your poem. It was fantastic, you should put it on one of the bulletin boards, let others read it. No, he thought to himself while writing this letter, don't do that, that was his poem, she wrote it for him, she had told him so. Yes you should definitely put it up somewhere.
"What're you doing Snivellus? Inside while all the fresh snow is out there ready for you to turn it black.
"Shut up Potter." he glared getting back to his letter.
"Who're you writing to?" Black asked looking at the parchment. "Aw, he's writing to Evans. C'mon James let's leave the bat to himself." Black said laughing.
"Just because your friends with her doesn't mean you stand a chance, you're still a no good, low life greasy haired death eater Slytherin, so back off." Potter snarled when Black left.
"You comin' mate?"
"Hold on Sirius!" Potter called running after him, but not before sending him a death glare.
He looked at the last sentence of the letter. He wiped it clean. He watched as the letters disappeared slowly. He scratched new ones into the parchment
Anyway, I'll write to you soon.
Love,
Sev.
He folded it neatly and went to the Owlry to send it. All the while his etched away sentence still burning in his mind. Never realizing it was his last chance to tell her.
Lily, I, I wanted to tell you, that I love you, always have, always will.