Couldn't resist writing another Sev/Lily fanfic. Two vignettes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
SCARS
by Tides of Gray
It was a calm day, the Lake was still and the clouds hid the sun. The trees whistled in the wind, the breeze lifted the grass into long blades that bristled as the two sat down.
She was looking at the Lake, looking at a group of boys tickling the Giant Squid. He was looking at her, she with her blazing hair and contemplative eyes.
She leaned comfortably against him, he tensed at this sudden affection but relaxed against the stone wall of the castle, listening to her fluttery breaths and watching her long eyelashes rest against her cheeks. He wanted to touch them, but he had never touched her face. He was a volcano shell, full of bubbling magma ready to burst.
"Sev?"
Her voice was like a million wind chimes to his ears, and they broke him from his reverie. She asked him a question about the exam they just had. He answered her, and she slipped his hand into hers.
Her hand was soft, non-calloused, it was a fairy hand and he felt as if he was holding a delicate piece of cotton. His blood pulsed, and yet, her face remained serene and her eyes closed. He loved the reassuring weight of her hand, and he too closed his eyes, and looped half an arm around her waist, holding her to stop her from slipping.
He slipped though, and managed to graze his arm against the stone. Cursing silently at breaking the moment, he found a thin trickle of blood leaking from the wound. Lily's green eyes were open, and she took his wrist into her fairy hands.
She ran a thumb over the wound and it stung. She had wiped some blood away, showing an oblong shape.
"It looks like a lily flower if you tilt you head."
She laughed at her own observation, and he laughed too, a strangled sort of laugh as his breath hitched in his throat as he looked at her. She drew her wand and was about to whisper a healing spell when he stopped her, his spidery hands circling her thin wrist.
She gave him a questioning look.
"I like it. I'll look at it and remember you."
She laughed once more, and took his hand, dragging him up. He would always have a lily flower scar.
He fingered his left forearm; he knew what was going to happen. His skin was sallow yet smooth, and as he ran a thumb against it, he felt a small inconsistency. He knew what that was. His lily flower. He set his heart against it, and walked towards his master.
It burned, unbearable pain, as darkness began to cover the skin. It seeped through his bone, it was binding him to his master forever, and he could never be rid of it. And then the Dark Lord wrenched his wand free, and Severus fell to his knees in front of him, clutching his left forearm. He was then turned away.
That night, as he nursed himself with pain killing potions but could not rid himself of the horror, his dark mark began to bleed. He had never heard of such a thing, and as he gazed downwards, he saw an all too familiar trickle of blood down the mouth of the skull.
In its jaws, was a bleeding lily flower.