I own nothing of Harry Potter. I own only my imagination and my love for snape:)

Summary: When Lily Micyle starts Hogwarts in her 6th year, Severus can't help but feel this glacial goddess will be anything but good.

Glacial Ice

Another dreaded year teaching these incompetent little monsters the valuable art of potion making. Another dreaded year with having to deal with the horrid staff, not to mention the pestering of Dumbledore. And worst of all, this is the year Harry Potter will be starting his first year at Hogwarts. Great, now I am getting a terrible headache just thinking of the Golden Boy, spawn of James Potter. As the first years made their entrance into the Great Hall, I notice they are trembling with what I assume to be a mixture of fear and awe. Those imbeciles, showing their fear in such a manner. The sorting begins, and unsurprisingly Draco Malfoy is sorted into my house. As he smuggly stalks over to the Slytherin table, I cannot help but notice how similar he seems to be to his father Lucius. I almost feel sorry for the boy. But pitying or even feeling sympathy for one are things I do not allow myself to do. Even if I wanted to I know I cannot because after all, I have held no emotion for anyone in years... except her. But she's gone now and it is all my fault. The only way I cope, is to block off any feeling toward anyone. I am hardened like marble and cold as ice.

I divert my attention from Mr. Malfoy and look back at the anxious first years waiting their future fate. And suddenly, my eyes lock with Potter's. He is the spitting image of James, therefore he must carry the arrogance and ignorance that was his fathers. But those emerald green eyes. Lily's eyes. My Lily. I suddenly feel a foreign pang of feeling while the boy continued to stare at me. What nerve! Pushing back the surge of emotion I feel at looking into Lily's eyes, I managed to shoot him the most malicious glare I could. He quickly looked away in fear. Figure, something father Potter would have done... have the nerve to do such a thing but quickly shrink away in fear. Apparently, the Chosen One did not receive any of Lily's bravery. No, Lily wouldn't have cowered away in fear no matter how scared or young she happened to be. She had dignity and strength, things the boy Potter clearly didn't have. How could the little coward be sorted into Gryffindor then? I suppose it is just a prime example that Gryffindor's aren't the brave, courageous ones they are made up to be. I smirk thinking of Gryffindor head of house, Minerva Mcgonagall, and what she thinks about such cowards being sorted into her house. Then again, she seems overtly happy that Potter is in her house, just as oblivious as everyone else is to the Chosen One's cowardly characteristics. How surprising.

Lost in my train of thought, I am rudely disrupted when the doors of the Great Hall bang open. Angry, I scowl to who had the audacity to do such a thing. But I see no other than a young girl of perhaps sixteen striding up the room. She is stunningly beautiful, as bad as it may sound coming from a man of my age. Apparently, I am not the only one who notices her beauty. All of the students are staring at the girl and the boys have a dreamy expression plastered on their ugly faces. Ignorant idiots. Yes, she is indeed pretty, but that doesn't extinguish my hate I feel for her although I know nothing about her. Hate I feel for all the little worthless mites in the room. I hate her almost as much as I hate Harry Potter, and that is saying something.

"What in the blazes?" I growl to Minera as she takes her seat next to me.

"Yes, she is powerful just as Albus said," she responds.

"You mean, Dumbledore, told you about her?"

"Well of course he did Severus! Did he not tell you?" Her scottish accent heavy.

"Obviously not, what is her name?"

She did not respond to me immediately, and instead turned her head to the girl who now made her way to stand infront of the staff table. She is utterly breathtaking. Not breathtaking to me of course, because I can assure you nothing is breathtaking to me anymore. But to anyone else, she is indeed breathtaking. Closer in my sight, I now examine her exotic beauty. She is petite, has a golden glow of a complexion, has pitch black long, volumous straight hair, and plump lips. And most beautiful are her light grey eyes. They contrast with her complexion in a kind way. Her eyes are stunning, not as stunning as Lily's, but nevertheless stunning. I notice how stiff and emotionless her face is. Her clear, icy gray eyes hold no warmth and are piercingly fathomless. She's cold, glacial cold. She is like me. I attempt a mirthless chuckle at the ridiculous thought. Never in my 36 years of existence have I seen someone with the likes of myself, not even the Dark Lord.

And there she stood, a beautiful wintry girl with her head held high and her eyes set straight ahead of her as if not noticing all the eyes looking her way. When Albus stood next to her ready to speak she slowy turned her head to face him, still vacant. I turn back to Minerva.

"You still have yet to tell me the insufferable girl's name, Minerva." She looked at me and her eyes foretold irritation with the slightest hint of sorrow,

"Lily. Her name is Lily, Severus."

Hope you like it so far, it is rather short which will change in later chapters. More thoughts and not much dialogue which will also change in future chapters.

Preview for next chapter: Will Lily push Snape too far and do something utterly unacceptable?