He looked up, his sallow sunken face stared back in the mirror. What were those kids doing to him? Although, he supposed it wasnt just the kids spying for Voldemort, being in his constant line of vision was bound to put a few stress lines on his young face. He wasnt horrible looking he supposed if he washed his hair and made more of an effort to make himself look at least presentable... oh, but whats the use, with the only one who he ever cared about looking good for dead, there wasnt any use. But the only people thae t he ever saw were the children that cam to Hogwarts. The ungrateful, snot nosed children, all they ever took him for was some old, as the muggles would say it, Humbug. And another thing, he wasnt old, he was 22. He was to young to feel so damn old, seriously he had only been out of school for 5 years.
There wasnt time to harbor these thoughts anymore, as of now there were hundreds of children on the train waiting to make another year of his life miserable. Of course, it wasnt like his life could be anything but horrible now that. He wouldnt think of that now, it wouldnt do any good to torture himself. These thoughts only brought him pain, except a small, very faint memory.
"Will I really be good enough to go to Hogwarts? Will I get laughed at?" the girl asked in such a small voice, it almost broke his heart.
" Of course, youll be perfect."
"Thanks Sev, your my best friend"
Oh my sweet Lily, Im so so so sorry. When ever he was brave enough to play back this memory, it felt so real. The sunshine, her beautiful green doe-like eyes, her gorgeous red hair were all vivid in his mind. He wanted to see her, hold her in his arms, hear her sweet musical voice, but he never could again. he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, as he pulled his robe over his head.
He exited his chamber and made his way to the great hall , eventuly finding his seat. Within half an hour children started shuffling in going to their house table, Gryffendor, gold and scarlett over their table, next to them Ravenclaw Blue and black, Hufflepuff Yellow and black, next to his own house Slytherin silver and green. It seemed a shame to put the poor Hufflepuff duffers next to the Slytherins. He sat and watched with cold eyes, the small frightened first years. The sorting had started, he barely listened, just enough to keep him from dying of bordom.
"Arons,Aron" McGonagall called, a small frightend boy made his way up to the stool. He sat shaking, with the hat apon his head for 10 seconds when the hat called out "GRYFFINDOR" he walked to his table unfer the banner with the lion on it.
"Bidget, Billy" a large, stupid looking boy was sorted into Slytherin.
Severus stopped paying attention untill he heard a name that called him back.
"Garnet, Lily." he jerked his head up to see a small, trembling red-head walking up to the sorting hat. She pulled the hat over her head and to his dismay she was immediatly sorted into Gryffindor.
The rest of the first years were sorted but he hardly payed attention. he heard the occational outbursts, but all his attention was on that girl. He wouldnt have noticed her without her name being called. That beautiful lulluby of a name. This child looked exactly like his Lily, flaming red-locks, fair ivory skin, emerald eyes, yes it had to be his Lily. But he noticed that the shape of her eyes was slightly differnent, his Lily had almond eyes this Lily had great, circle eyes.
The only thing that allerted him to the fact that the feast had started was that Lily lifted her goblet to her lips and gracefully lifted her fork to her mouth. She turned toward the head table and her green orbs made contact with his black ones and for a moment , a fraction of a second he felt his whole wirld shift, the sunwas shining and warmth filled his heart. She quickly blushed and turned away but he was frozen from what had passed through them. He continued to stare, although he supoposed it seemed borderline creepy now, but he was unable to look away from her. She had to be his Lily, he knew this was impossibe but there was something between them.
He watched her the rest of the night, until the students were relased for bed. He then made his way down to his chamber, he was suddenly tired but he couldnt go to sleep until he got his lesson plans in order, though no matter what the children would never be grateful and would never appriciate potions. He bussied his mind late into the night.