When he arrived at the Great Hall for breakfast that morning, he did not look at the Gryffindor table as he entered. After a year of very carefully evading so much of a glimpse towards that table, or any Gryffindors for that matter, it was an automatic response. But this morning, a flash of dark red hair in the corner of his eye, and the glorious golden laughter that he missed so very much, tempted him to look.
And there, there was Potter, Potter, the arrogant swine, the bane of his existence, in a clinch with the person who Severus loved. He was kissing her all over her face.
Severus stopped dead in his tracks. A stinging horror surged through his body.
Still laughing, Lily glanced towards the stationary figure, and the green eyes met the black. The smile immediately vanished from her face.
And Potter, Potter, he had the audacity to look at him with pity, what did Potter know, Severus thought, with increasing horror, to warrant him pity?
And he could not bear it, he could not bear it, he turned around, and swept out of the Hall, clenching his teeth together in the ugliest of snarls, to stop the howl of despair and loss that was about to erupt any moment now…
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I've just read the series yet again... Snape's life really sucked. That's usually the thought that the books leave me with.
Oh Sev. : (
