Hey if your reading. It's Lucy this time, hope you like it as much as I hope you liked The Fringe and Leo's return! This one will be about Snape watching Lilly after that fateful day by the lake. Hope you Enjoy!
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He froze when the hated words tore their way through his lips, causing more pain than the brutal cruciatus curse used on his lanky limbs. He saw rather than heard her screaming at him with that fiery temper of her's. Her bright red flying all around her like a halo of raging flame, dancing, leaping, flickering across the pale, creamy, soft skin of her crown. Her shouting rose all around, kicking up a storm that swirled throughout the grounds tormenting his mind.
He heard rather than felt her stomping away towards the castle like a miniature hurricane. A firework of wrath. So beautiful and awe inspiring yet so dangerous as well. Why couldn't he have her?
He felt the wetness of his cheeks before he registered the heat rising behind his eyes. Tears tore down his face in endless rivers, cascading throughout the nooks and crannies of a land in tumbling falls once the dam had been broken. His heart shattered with an excruciating wave of pain that washed over his mind and body. Self-loathing coursed through his veins as he watched every witch and wizard evacuate the area in little huddles and clusters like shoals of tightly packed fish in formation.
His legs were numb when they buckled and hit the tough, turf against his brains wishes. His bone white wrists scraped and scratched against the bristly fibers of trampled grass creating patterns of pink against the stark, ghostly white of his skin. His greasy, obsidian hair flopped in front of his face as if it two had given up when head collapsed into his hands. A spark of silver caught his eye and a serpent shaped cufflink came into view. It winked and giggled at him like a star on a dark, winter's night but no sound of happiness came from him. Lilly's present from last Christmas of Slytherine cufflinks broke his heart like glass. What had he done? The question swelled up inside him like a balloon expanding, slowly rising, and rising up to bursting point. Irresistibly pushing and pushing up against his internal organs, writhing around in his chest like a bullet and slowly suffocating him from the inside.
That was when it hit him…
He'd lost her…
He'd lost her and she might never return…
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