The Half-Blood Prince and the Mudblood Princess' Tale
Warnings:
May content slight spoilers for Deathly Hallows (though maybe you already notice something going on with all the stories about Lily Potter and Severus Snape…)
Genre may change. I can't really fix myself upon which two fit the best…
Rating may go up, but I don't think it will.
Disclaimer: Pretty obvious. If I was JK Rowling, I wouldn't have to write a disclaimer. I hate to write them.
Yeah... something possessed me to write an Harry Potter fic (Blame it on Severus)... That will surely be lost in the ocean of HP fics... but whatever. Enjoy!
-Prologue-
"Once upon a time…"
A sweet voice carried the beginning of the story, but as soon as she pronounced the words, she received an annoyed look from the skinny boy across the table.
"Please, Lily… if we're going to write a story, forget about the fairytale."
The red haired girl stared back at the boy with an equally annoyed expression. "And why would I do that? Aren't we in a castle, among witches and wizards? Aren't we living in a world full of magical creatures?"
Severus Snape rolled his eyes. "I was referring to the Muggles fairytales you are so fond of."
"What about them?" Lily pouted, folding her arms childishly on her chest.
"A prince, a princess, love at first sight… it makes me sick."
To accentuate his point, he made a disgusted face. Lily tried to glare at him but ended up laughing instead. "Oh, come on Sev! Aren't you a Prince?"
"Partly," he admitted grudgingly. "What about it?"
Her soft lips curved into a delighted smile. "Once upon a time, a young prince named Sev…"
Snape twitched. "Lily. No."
His friend didn't seem to hear his protestation. Ignoring him, she took out a pen and a paper, ready to start writing the royal adventures of her best friend.
"I refuse to be in this story. I don't want Potter to think I write fairytales about myself," Snape argued coldly, though his voice sounded a bit pleading.
"Fine," Lily consented after a long pause. "The Prince's name will be SevEN!"
Severus was tempted to slap his forehead, but that was something he was very unlikely to do. He made an attempt to glare at her instead: not that it worked, because his eyes failed to do anything else than soften when they met the innocent green orbs. "Whatever."
Beaming, Lily finally set her pen on the paper, taking her time to carefully trace the letters.
… a young Prince named Seven was confronted with an unknown enemy that claimed to be called shampoo…
"That's not funny," Severus gritted through clenched teeth. Lily teasing grin disappeared instantly and she bowed her head in shame.
"You're right, Sev. I'm sorry…"
With her wand, she magically erased the offending words.
Snape's eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Or maybe you're Potter who drank Polyjuice…" he accused, his face filling with hatred.
The hypothesis shocked Lily. "What? No!"
"Prove it."
Lily frowned, gathering her memories. "My name is Lily Evans… I have a sister named Petunia. I call her Tuney."
"How very impressive," Severus snorted. "That much, Potter would know after three years of being in your House."
"Well then," she said, motioning to her best friend to get closer. When he was, she whispered in his ear: "You cried in the infirmary, when you fell off your broom, in our first year. I was the only one who came to see you."
Severus' pale cheeks turned red. "Alright. You're Lily Evans. I forgive you."
Lily let out a relieved sigh. "Otherwise you'd have poisoned me?"
"Never," Severus said seriously. "Just in case you'd be Lily… with amnesia."
He let his eyes bored into the Gryffindor's ones for a longer moment. "You can go on now… with something smart."
"Then, let's say you're Prince Seven Snow and you have to marry a beautiful princess?" Lily suggested with a dreamy look.
"Spare me," Severus pleaded ironically. "Seven Snow? That's incredibly girly… and there's no plot to your story."
Lily looked mildly frustrated with the immediate rejection of her idea. "Then help me, for a change!"
Snape's eyes widened in surprise and he groaned. "Prince Charming never had a surname, did he?"
Lily shook her head, suppressing a giggle. Surely enough, Severus would remember that piece of information, after all the times she described him the perfect man, coming at the perfect moment, to rescue the perfect princess. "As you wish, Prince Seven. Who do you want your Princess to be?"
Snape pulled a face. "You really intend to make a love story out of this?"
A bitter look plastered to his features, he continued:
"Prince meets Princess, falls in love and they live happily ever after. Lots of children. Money flowing out of everywhere. Never a single argument."
Before Lily could express whatever regret, Snape added "Very original way to show you're growing up" with a wry smile that infuriated her.
She had proposed they wrote a story because they hardly spent quality time together. However, what she first considered an extraordinary idea slowly became a painful exercise.
Evidently, that was caused by her friend lack of cooperation.
This very same friend, detecting her growing urge to spring off from her chair and leave him alone, chose to give an apologetic smile.
"I may have an idea," he informed, leaning in. "How 'bout…"
Lily listened silently the plot Severus developed. Her eyes opened wide in awe at every pertinent detail he gave her and she took note hastily of every word he spoke.
"And after?" she questioned avidly, obviously impressed at how the Slytherin boy made it sound like the best story ever by only describing the beginning.
Severus bit his lower lip, wondering how well the next idea would be accepted. "And then he meets Cirdog's princess… That would be you."
The statement took Lily aback. "Me? A princess?"
Her eyes seemed to sparkle; probably picturing herself in a beautiful gown, dancing all night in huge ballrooms. "Princess Lilac would be close enough?"
Severus gave her an amused smile but shook his head. "Princess Heaven would be closer from the truth."
Lily blinked.
"Er… Heaven… Evans…. See?" Severus stammered to clear the embarrassment he had put himself in.
The puzzled look dissolved from the 13 years old girl's face and she smiled gently.
"Let's start writing the draft before Irma throw us out," Lily wisely said.
Even though the librarian, Mrs Pince, had taken a liking to the red haired Gryffindor, no one could predict when she would change attitude and declare something along the line of:
"The library isn't spent for free times! Go back to your Common Room or come back with school work!"
And that would be the end of their time together, since she was in Gryffindor and he was in Slytherin. Severus noted the hurry in her voice: surely she thought that, if they didn't write anything, it would have been a waste of time.
Snape forced a smile onto his face. "Clever idea."
However, his features considerably relaxed when he cast an eye on her neat writing.
Once upon a time, in a far away land named Razalas lived a courageous and handsome young prince.
Even if his country had a reputation; even if the King drowned his kingdom in lies and empty promises; even if they had the threat of a war dangling upon their head, he would always stand straight with his head up, not caring about the insults thrown at him.
That's Prince Seven for you.
Yes, that's only the prologue. There's more… lot more. I can't predict how often I'll update (because… I don't want to make empty promises) but if you liked it, and you tell me, it will surely encourage me (Hint: Please Review?)
I'm sorry if I made them OOC. Not that much data on Lily... The last chapter is up to you to find the meaning: does Lily writes that because she truly thinks that Severus is brave and handsome and tralala, or is she just picturing your average prince? You choose.
Reviews, critics, flames, feedback, love mail, suggestions, requests... everything is welcomed X3