Hey guys! emeraldblossom34 here. I AM SO SORRY but I have not been able to work on Hogwarts High Musical because I signed myself up for too much this summer hehe. I'm taking classes at MIT, tackling AP course work, and writing a historical paper. I will TRY to get another chapter up, and though you may (and probably) hate me for my lack in updating, I thank you all for reading my story so far. It means so much:)
Anyways, during one of my MIT classes (a writing class), I came up with this two-shot about Lily and Snape. I hope you enjoy, and PLEASE review. I would love some constructive criticism to help improve my writing. Okay, here goes...
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Change: Part 1
Deep pain. A stab to her heart: quick yet powerful/ Sadness coursing through her. How could he? How could he? How could he? The mantra rewinding, replaying, rewinding, replaying. This mantra. in response to the poisonous words he uttered. The stab. She can recall his oily tone, colored with revolt and disgust; dislike. How dare he?! After all the times she defended him; in front of Potter and Black countless times, against her skeptical mates who often questioned her friendship with him, a Slytherin. After all the times she excused his behavior with those Slytherin cronies. After she had tried to defend him when he was hanging upside down, the result of the stupid Levicorpus.How dare he?!
Anger. Deep pain had morphed into anger, flowing hot and heavy. The final blow to their story, their friendship. She had taken in the sight of the saggy, frayed rag he wore beneath his raven-black cloak with that green emblem. The rag; the skin of a neglected boy who had faced no love. The reminder of the poor, abusive family hanging on his lanky, scrawny frame. She had felt all the hot anger and disregarding the natural kindness, she started to shout. She shouted over his apologizing, and unwillingly realized that water was creeping up in her eyes. She could not really remember much of her words. just lots of pain and hurt and anger. A blur of words erupting from her mouth. She recalls yelling towards Potter, who had chosen right then of all times to ask that question. His face had altered from hopeful and cocky to concerned and scared fast. Water had crept up into her eyes; now threatening to spill and show weakness. Turning around, she sprinted away. The sharp pebbles next to the nearby water hurt her feet. She didn't care. A flash of insecurity jolted her senses and she felt it. It hurt. Hard.