Prolouge
She knew she shouldn't feel this way, knew that it was wronag. She was-after all-dating one of the most wanted boys in school. But, it couldn't be helped. Lily Evans was intoxicated by Severus Snape's precence, scent, even the thought of him. She could sense when he was near. She became hypnotized everytime his slow drawling voice uttered her name. She was absolutely without a doubt in love with this boy that she met all those years ago.
She would always see him like that. Small, innocent, not particulary, cute, but very, very sweet. Geasy black hair a long hook nose, and a sharp jutting chin.
Why was all this suddenly going through her head? Well, it all started after the Sorting Hathad finished his song on the first day of Lily's seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She hadn't seen any of her friends over the summer break, and her little sister Petunia had been as big a pill as ever. She was glad-well, more relieved-that Jameshad kept in touch through owl post. He sent her love letters soaked in her scent. He was such a romantic . . . a little too romantic. But, this only made her feel better to a point. Severus hadn't kept any contact.
Now, she sat here at the Gryffindor dining table and across teh Great Hall Snape was l;aughing having such a great time with his pals Avery and that bloke Mulsiva. But, then he caught her eyes, falshed her a smile and winked letting all of those unwanted thoughts intop Lily's head. The nerve of him! Not keeping touch all summer and then thinking that she would still want to be friends with him! . . . of course she wanted to be friends with him! More than friends! But, that was impossible! Why would a pure blood ever have feelings towards a muggle born . . . a mudblood . . . not positive feelings anyways.
Soon the hall was empty of food filled with hunger-quenched children, the headmaster sent tehm off to their dormatories for tomorrow would the begining of a new year. And for Lily . . . the begining of bloddy hell.