Now, everyone saw her as utterly selfless.
Her only son. The strictest teacher they had had, the one who had been the least lenient to her. Even Albus Dumbledore.
It was the furthest thing from true he had ever heard.
Lily Evans had died young. She had been selfish. Just as much so as anyone else.
She had run away from him when she had first seen him. He hadn't been able to do that. He had first caught a glimpse of her, seen her magic, weeks earlier. He had been ensnared. The thought of leaving hadn't even occurred to him. He had been unable to free his eyes from the sight.
She had returned, but not for him. Not to say hello, but because she had wanted information.
People pictured her as a saint, the young, talented witch who had met a tragic end. The second part was true. The first couldn't be more false, more deceptive.
She had been human. Had she not been manipulative, harsh, cuttingly sarcastic? Had she not had flaws? Had she not lied? Had she not been unreasonable?
She had manipulated him countless times, asking the most unreasonable things of him if he wanted to keep their friendship. She had asked him to let go of the few friends he did have in exchange for his friendship with her. Who was she to ask that of him?
She had told him that she thought Potter was arrogant, told him that she would rather go out with the Giant Squid than Potter.
With every word, she had spoken, he had become more and more infatuated, his love growing for her stronger. People saw her as brilliant, radiant, dagger sharp. He saw her the same way.
So beautiful, so brilliant. Filled with a fiery passion, so much his opposite.
Severus Snape had never loved anyone like he loved Lily Evans. Sharp, vivacious. He hated that he loved her. He hated that he had devoted so many years to her legacy.
He hated how much the memory of the woman he loved so much had been twisted. He hated that she had become nothing but warm embraces and sweet words in everyone's memories. Like death had stolen the real Lily from everyone but him.
The person that everyone remembered wasn't Lily. They had taken only her best qualities. They had taken away everything that had made her Lily. They had made her more than human, so she could only live up to expectations, never surpass them.
They had created a stranger.
They had created someone who meant nothing to him.
They had tarnished her memory.
And for that, more than anything, Severus Snape loathed them.
Um. Well. What do you think? I did one for Harry, so why not Lily? I think my Harry one was better, though...Be nice to me and drop a review? And if you feel like REALLY being nice, could you go read my story about Merope? That one's being neglected.