Mudblood.
Mudblood.
Mudblood.
He'd called her a mudblood. She'd never forgiven him, but now she thought that maybe she'd still be alive if she had.
But no, no, she just had to run off and marry James Potter, and now here she was, really nothing more than a ghost, watching her son enjoy the happiness she might've had.
She guessed she didn't have a right to be jealous, not when it was she who'd overreacted. Harry's little friend, Hermione, had been called a mudblood by that Malfoy prat, and look where they were now. That could've been she and Severus.
But no, it wasn't Lily and Severus, it was Harry and Severus. Lily Evans was just a forgotten childhood friend to him, now that he had her son to focus on.
It was her own fault, but that didn't make her cry any less.
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Author's Note: Because I hate Lily Evans Potter with the passion of a thousand hot burning suns. SNARRY FOREVER!
Oh, and I got this idea simply because I saw someone wondering if there were any fics out there where Lily was jealous of Harry because he was with Snape. That was about a year ago, but today I decided to run with it. And, I haven't read DH, so its not meant to really jive with that.
Anna