"Mudblood."
How he will regret saying that.
Every time he looked at her, his heart breaks.
Every time she turned away from him, his heart shatters.
Every time he looked at her kissing with that COMPLETE JERK, his heart questions, Why?
If only he'd been less interested in the Dark Arts.
If only he had been more brave then he was.
If only his mother wasn't a Slytherin.
He loved her. She didn't love him.
'I thought…you were going… to keep her… safe.'
How he will regret her death.
How much now, he hated that little snob, more than his friends, that Wormtail.
How much, in those deepest, unbiased parts of the deepest chasm in his heart, regret Prongs, as he saved his life.
'If you loved Lily Evans, if you truly loved her, then your way forward is clear.'
The Dark Lord killed her.
I shall gain my revenge.
I will.
'Look…at…me. …'
Lily's eyes. 'Harry had her mother's personality.'
To leave this world, staring at those eyes he loved so much, even if it were her son's.
He saw fear and care in Harry's eyes.
Suddenly, those eyes were Lily's, and she was looking at him softly, and smiling.
'Severus.'
He loved her. Maybe, just maybe, she still did care for him, too.