Flashbacks and Heartbreaks.

Summary: Snape comes across a crying Luna Lovegood. He awkwardly, tries to calm her; he would never leave a weeping child, no matter how cold he is. That's when the flashbacks start.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Rating: K+

Warning: OC NESS! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

I walked down the staircase leading to the Slytherin corridor. I sighed, and starred at the stone floor, everything was so cold lately; every noise was heard. Truth be told, I hate the sound of nothing.

I hated how it made me feel. Oh, I know what your thinking, 'the Snape? The deatheater? Him? Oh yeah, he's evil. He loves all things creepy and black'

How can he love anything?

Well I hate the quiet; it makes me think too much, too many problems. You know, he loved silence? Dumbledore. He could listen to nothing for hours, even when I was a child, detention would often be watching Fox pick her feathers and breath fire.

Anyways waked down the hall, on my way to tell Draco Malfoy, his mothers 'regards'. It's a pity how young that boy is, and what he has already seen.

But then I heard it. Soft whimpers and …. Cries? No, impossible. No Slytherin cries, and no one of the other houses have the guts to visit this territory.

I kept on walking.

More damn cries! It sounds like a girl, maybe a first year, missing her parents.

"Oh look! Old snivillus is crying in a broom closet!"

"Shut up Potter!"

I shook my head clear and opened the door to a closet where I can hear the soft noises better. I might as well tell them to get back to their dormitory.

But when I opened it, what I saw surprised me. It was a fifth year girl, with long blonde hair, large blue eyes that were clouded with tears, and pale skin. I have seen her before…in my potions class.

"Oh, professor Snape!" She looked at me and stood up. I don't know if her eyes were naturally that wide or she was surprised. The Lovegood girl! Who else would be wearing a cork necklace and such a soft voice?

"Miss Lovegood what are you doing out of your dormitories?" I simply asked.

She looked as if she was trying to speak, but she kept sobbing. Damn it all.

"Professor I'm sorry. It's Just, H-Harry…" she collapsed again

I froze a little, "What did Mr. Potter do?" I asked the weeping girl, confused about the boy.

"H-He loves her-r-r…" she choked and her voice broke. What the bloody hell is she talking about? This girl was so, so blunt. Most children would run from my first word, and I like it like that.

"Miss Lovegood, I beg your pardon?" I asked in disarray.

She brought herself together enough to speak, "Well, just today I was talking to Harry, in the great hall, I was telling him about a new breed of-" I coughed a bit, showing my disinterest, "A-Anyways I was about to t-tell him m-my feelings when…" she clamped her eyes shut. "Ginny Weasley came up and snoged him."

"And so that's why knotgrass is so important to jewelry makers" a boy with black hair and deep brown eyes tied the hand-made bracelet to a girls arm.

"Oh thank you Severus! This is beautiful!" the girl with red hair praised and gently kissed the boys cheek.

He blushed furiously, and coughed. They continued their walk to their potions class, laughing and talking. They were best friends, but Severus always stared at Lily a little longer and brushed her hand a little more often.

He was going to make his move, "Lily, there is something that I wanted to tell you,"

She stopped and looked at him, her eyes piercing him, "Yes Sev?"

He swallowed, "I-"

"Hello my Lily flower!" A boy with shaggy brown hair and a charming smile pushed past Severus and kissed the redhead. Right on the lips.

The boy cringed at James Potter's mouth and his loves. And what hurt the most, she kissed him back.

I put a hand to my head, as if casting the painful memory out. I looked at the broken girl. So small, and so hurt, she reminded me so much of myself. I'm not stupid; I see her being shoved in the hallways. And just like me, she fell for those green eyes.

Luna started to speak, "W-Who am I to compete with her? I'm Loony Luna Lovegood. The girl who's completely off her rocker. The one with the strange eyes and the messed up head." She sighed.

I looked at her with pity. She was teased quite often, I had to punish the Zambini boy for putting a hex on her odd scarf, and it would fly away from her.

He was perfection, a Gryffindor. Everybody loved him, teachers, students, Lily. And what was he? A Slytherin, freak.

This was too familiar. "Look, Miss Lovegood, I am sorry. I know you must-"

"You loved her." She interrupted.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked, taken a little off guard.

"Lily Evens. I know. I was looking through some old year books actually." She smiled dreamily.

I gaped at the girl. Where have I heard this bluntness? This dreaminess? "I have no idea what you're talking about." I swiftly said.

"Thank you Severus. I don't feel so alone know." She stood up and smiled, skipping off. What the bloody hell did I say?

"Sofia Masterson was your mother, am I wrong?" I remembered a petite girl in my year, Ravenclaw, that always said, 'You know, I think it's more than the nargles that attract you to Lily!'

She turned around and nodded. "Goodnight Professor!"

Well, I do feel for her. She might never hold him, or kiss him, or tell him he loves her. Just like I never told her. Maybe I do have more in common with a slightly normal person.

A/N: I know I could have done better, but I'm tired. I hope you likd it, I might re-write it, so if you liked it, keep a look out for it! I know Snape is super OC!

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