I know I should be writing for my other stories (will not neglet), but inspiration struck somewhere else.
My Other Life Chapter one
A Very Long Walk
He couldn't stand it a minute longer. How much was he supposed to take from these bratty kids? Weather by accident or on purpose the students in advanced potions were making an absolute disaster area of the dungeon. If Snape didn't want the murder of the Weasley twins on his hands, he had to go for a walk; a long walk. "Clean up this mess and go pester you're next class' professor," was all the potions master said as he swept out of the room.
"I think he's rally pissed off at you George," Fred accused.
"No," George defended. "He's defiantly pissed off at you Fred."
"One things for sure."
"He's pissed off."
Professor Snap was indeed pissed off. He was so furious he was standing at the edge of the forbidden forest before he even realized he had left the castle. Pausing, he took a deep breath, the exhale of which could be seen in the air. In a moment of cathartic release he shouted out at the top of his lungs, "I Severus Snape am teaching the biggest bunch of dunderheads that has ever graced the classrooms of Hogwarts!"
Then there was silence.
Severus pondered, 'Do I go back now, or take a longer walk?'
The voice of Hagrid could be heard across the field, "Who's out there?"
'If you'd been listening, you'd know," Snape mused.
Longer walk won out. Snape started down a path that led into the forbidden forest. The wand hidden in his robes was taken out, just in case. He had not planned to go far enough to run into trouble, but one could never be too safe in that place. Somehow walking there, out in the wild dark place, somehow calmed the frazzled man. For the second time that day Severus wasn't taking note of where he was wandering. 'I don't remember this,' Snape thought. He apparently had never been in that part of the forest. He looked ahead and wasn't worried when a large white grayish cloud blocked the path. Anyone else might have chosen to go back at that point. Snape merely thought, 'how cliché; a mysterious fog.' With an audible 'Bah,' the intrepid man walked forth.
Not long after walking into that 'mysterious' fog Severus wished he'd not been so laxed in his assessment of it. Snape felt that he had been snared by some kind of magic. It was neither dark or light, but it was magic. Before he could back out of the fog Snape felt himself being pulled into some sort of vortex. It was rather like the sensation of traveling by port key, except a little bit more extreme. Pulled, twisted, and squeezed Severus felt himself traveling somewhere a bit further away from Hogwarts than he had intended. "Oh crap," escaped his lips right before he was spun into unconsciousness.
When Snape found himself conscious once more, he was not anywhere that resembled a forest; far from it. Severus found himself face down on something hard and rough. On opening his eyes he saw he was on a concrete sidewalk. On sitting up he saw that he was in front of a very nice looking house surrounded by a black wrought iron fence. What surprised him more than the fact that he had been transported some distance was the fact that on the gate of that fence worked into the iron was a name all too familiar. It was his own; Snape. 'Where the bloody hell am I?'
"What you doin' down there Mr. Snape?" The voice was friendly enough, but Severus did not recognize it.
Snape stood. Finding himself looking at what looked like a muggle postman, he answered as if everything were normal, "Had a bit of a fall." The man made a motion as if he were going to brace Snape. "I'm fine." The man backed off.
"Well, here's your mail." The postman handed a bunch of envelopes of all sizes and different forms of literature.
"My mail?"
"If you're going inside, that is."
Not wanting to appear suspicious, Snape took the articles from the postman. "Yes, I am. Thank you."
At first the postman looked as if he were waiting for something. Realizing that something was not going to appear, he went on his way. When the man had left Snape quickly fingered through the mail. Indeed most of it was addressed to Mr. Severus Snape. What made him drop the other ones was one addressed 'Mr. and Mrs.' Severus Snape. "What the - - " Thinking of one of his favorite childhood muggle movies he thought to himself, 'I've got a feeling, I'm not in Kansas anymore.'
There was one thing for certain; there was something very strange going on. A tingling sensation was traveling up Severus' spine. His curiosity had been
Roused. 'Mrs. Severus Snape?' he repeated in his head. 'Who?' Wherever he was, even if it were just a dream, the thought made Severus' heart dance. 'Could it be?' There was only one way to know if what he longed for were true. Snape picked up what he had dropped, opened the gate, and walked to the front door. A pair of people flying by on broomsticks distracted him momentarily. 'In broad daylight? Fools will be seen by muggles.'
Feeling a bit like he were breaking in, he gingerly turned the knob of the front door. It wasn't locked; not even charmed. Snape stepped into what appeared to be his own house. Inside he stood in a foyer where there was a row of wooden slots apparently for shoes. All five were empty except for one that appeared to have a pair of woman's running shoes in it. Over each of these slots were symbols that were very familiar to Severus. The first one had a snake over it. The second one, the full one, had a lion; the next two were snakes, the last an eagle. Severus walked to the other end of the entrance hall to yet another door, unlocked and uncharmed. His foot stepped up onto a parquet floor. A few steps on it could not hide the sound of his boots. As he looked around the simply, but elegantly decorated room he had just entered.
"Who ever just came in," a voice from yet another room called out. "We put those shoe slots out there for a reason."
Snape didn't have to see the person to know who it was. His first instinct was to run right into that other room. His second one was to not anger that person by disobeying. He took off his boots and quickly put them where he guessed they belonged. When he popped back into that wooden floored room he saw her. Standing in the doorway from the room where the voice had come from stood, "Lily."
"Expecting Gertrude perhaps?"
A stunned Severus answered in the only way he could. "I don't know anyone named Gertrude."
"That's good, neither do I." Lily laughed. It was music to Severus' ears. "Sev, what are you doing home so early?" She made her way over to him.
"I uh - - "
"You uh - - " Lily had reached where he was. She greeted Sev with a huge hug. "You certainly do uh. Whew, what were you brewing this morning?"
Severus was hugging Lily back as if he would never let go of her. Here she was; alive. He managed to answer, "not anything out of the ordinary."
"I find that hard to believe. Everything you do is quite extraordinary." She gave him a quick kiss.
"I'm glad you think so. I think you're fairly extraordinary too."
"Glad you think so."
He gave her a longer more intense kiss. He thought he was dreaming, but this was no dream. The woman in his arms was real, not a figment of his imagination. She was real, and apparently - - his.
The next thing Lily was saying was, "Let's get you out of these potion infused clothes." She took off his cloak and began unbuttoning his jacket. "And up into a nice hot shower. Can't have my hubby all greasy you know." She continued to remove his clothing, as well as placing kisses on his neck, then his bare shoulder.
Severus thought he was going to pass out. How far could he take this ruse? Was it fair to deceive this woman who believed he was her husband? 'Not the time to be thinking honorably Sev,' he told himself. If Lily was prepared to give herself to him, he'd take her. At the moment it was she who was taking him by the front of his trousers' waistband up a set of stairs to the second floor and into the washroom where she began to disrobe herself.
"We're going to have to be quick," Lily informed. "The kids'll be home in an hour."
"An hour sounds good to me," Sev admitted. After fourteen years of mourning her, an hour alone with Lily would be paradise.
TBC
Okay this is rated T so you are going to have to use your imaginations to figure out what happens between this and the next chapter.