Ok, this is the first chapter is what I hope to be a many-chaptered fic. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters.
He clearly remembered the first time he had seen her eyes; the first time he had seen her
He clearly remembered the first time he had seen her eyes; the first time he had seen her. He had been walking around the park, their park. He was alone; the sun was shining through the accumulating grey clouds as though daring them to try to make him move. He was zoning, thinking of nothing, trying to keep his mind off things, when the wind blew a sudden smell in his direction. His nostrils flared and his brain came to life, for that scent was like nothing he had ever smelled before. It was a mix of tree bark, honeysuckle, and something… warm. Perhaps if he had not been too busy trying to take in as much of that scent as he could, he might have wondered how something could possibly smell warm.
Fixated as he was on that beautiful scent, he was a secretive boy and always on guard for intruders into his world. He knew that being seen, being known, led to being asked question- questions he was not ready to answer. That was why, when he heard footsteps crackling along the path that led to the park, he drew his head away from the beautiful smell and darted behind a bush.
Severus Snape was not a stupid boy, though he was young. As two girls about his age emerged into his field of vision and that smell became even stronger, he knew that one of them brought it. Peering between the leaves of his bush, he saw that one of the girls was about his age with red hair in a pixie cut that fell over her eyes. Her lips were plump, he skin fair, he body delicate. The other girl seemed a couple years older. She was rather scrawny, had shoulder length, blonde hair and liquid blue eyes. She was not ugly, no, but rather unremarkable and something about her face- her chin, perhaps?- made him Severus think of the word sharp.
"Tuney," said the younger, prettier girl, "Tuney, want to play on the see-saw?"
"Oh, Lily, play on your own! I'm too grown for that nonsense!" replied the other girl, though she looked longingly toward the toy.
"Oh, Tuney, please? Please?"
Severus looked away. Delightful as that smell was, even for it, he could not be interested in strangers' doings. Muggle strangers at that! He looked around for a way to escape the park noiselessly, but found that he was completely surrounded by dry leaves. Fuck fall, he thought to himself, trying out an angry-sounding work he had heard his father use just that day. He sighed. If he had really wanted to, he could have trodden carefully through the leaves, making little sound and therefore attracting little confrontation. But it didn't seem worth it and he didn't really want to go home anyway. If his father was still in a mood, Severus would much rather sit behind a bush, zoning. Another sigh escaped his lips as he prepared to make himself comfortable on the seat of dried leaves. It was then that he heard the scream.
Looking back through the leaves, Severus saw that Lily had persuaded her sister to accompany her on the see-saw. Tuney- must be short for something, though Snape- had her back to him with her seat on the ground. Lily was at the top, facing him, and shaking. From the babble he could overhear, it seemed that at one moment, Lily had been on the bottom and Tuney on the top and then, quite suddenly, Tuney was smacking her backside into the ground.
"I… I don't know what's going on! Petunia, I'm sorry. I'm scared. But… it's nice. I feel as if I'm all light, like a feather. But oh, Tuney! You're hurt and I don't know how to get down!"
At once, Severus realized what was happening. This little girl with the intoxicating scent- for he was sure that it was her who smelled so very nice- was no Muggle! She was a witch! One just discovering her powers, apparently. He almost laughed at the spectacle, but for some reason, at that moment, Lily lifted her face and her eyes found his. Instead of laughing, he gasped. They were the most beautiful things he had ever seen- shining and brave and defiant and nice- all rolled into one. Even full of fear, they sparkled and this, combined with that mystique color, made Severus feel as if he had just lain eyes on the most precious of emeralds.
He blushed and ducked before she could register who- or what- she had seen. Breathing deeply, Severus Snape knew that his life had changed. He may not have found real emeralds, but from now on, he was certainly rich.