A/N: This is my first drabble that will be in this collection, and it's in the mind of Severus Snape. Next is Lupin.
He had always said the boy was arrogant, like his father. It was easy, simple. Much easier than, for example, telling the truth.
The boy, with messy hair, and the scar, and those eyes--those haunting eyes--was like his father. True.
But there was something in him that was reminiscent of her...The consideration? The gleam in his eyes when he laughed at the Weasley boy's jokes, perhaps? False.
There was something obvious, but hidden...in the lines of his face, in the way he wrote his essays on the properties of unicorn blood, on the way that he was nosy- too nosy for his own good-that screamed it in Severus's face. LILY! LILY!
He was like his father, in most respects, yes. But he was all Lily. He had his father's courage, but he was her heart.
So he would carry on telling lies, that he was arrogant, even though he wasn't. He would keep denying that he was like her.
Because to look into his eyes was hard enough. That would be a whole other level.
So he would lie, be in denial, and would hurt when he looked at those eyes until the day he died.
Because, in truth:
It was easy.
But he should have known.
Nothing in his life was easy.
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