Snape opened his eyes and was surrounding by beautiful green fields, a river, a large over-hanging weeping willow and a very familiar hill.
This was where he and Lily had spent many a happy summers day, discussing magic, later discussing school, but never discussing what he had so desperately wanted to.
But wait...the last thing he remembered was pain. Pain from a snake wound. A bite to the neck. Fatal, obviously fatal.
His fingers rushed to his neck and found the usual stiff white collar, the black tie, and the black jacket and buttons. Clean and dry, not soaked with blood.
Looking at his clean fingers, he wondered if he had somehow disapparated, or even gone into his own memory and was in a coma of sorts.
"Severus!"
The voice was urgent, yet not angry, if anything it was happy and surprised.
Looking to where the voice had come from, he saw a familiar, beautiful, yet impossible site.
"...Lily?" he rejoiced and ran to her, throwing his arms around her and holding her tight, even if this was a dream, he knew he couldn't waste a second of it.
She did not pull away and held him close, squeezing him like she used to when they were younger.
Eventually pulling away, he looked at her.
Those beautiful green eyes, that glorious red hair, it was all the same...so perfect and so real.
"It's okay Sev." she smiled reassuringly, her cheeks pink with pleasure. "...you're safe now. We all are."
In relief, glorious and free relief, he smiled at her and placed his hand gently on her cheek.
"Lily...i have to say this...I ███ ██ ..██ ███ ████.? Lily, what the hell is going on? Why can't I say ███ ██ ██? What the hell?"
"Sorry Sev..." she sighed looking mildly frustrated. "It's Sopa, you see, with SOPA and PIPA in place, people can't write fan fictions anymore...Why, what did you want to say?"
"████████████████ ████████ ██████ FUCK!" Snape cursed and stamped up and down in frustration.
(Written in protest of SOPA, PIPA and any other anti-internet freedom bill)