I am officially going through a Snape phase, so excuse my angsting. There is a really cool video about SnapexLily on Youtube; just search snape never coming home. It's really sad; I cried.
With all that being said, let's roll the film.
-i gf
The rain is falling heavily. I am walking up to a house I hoped I would never see again; the house where my worst enemy's best friend was born. 'Why am I doing this?' I ask myself for the thousandth time. I don't know. I really don't.
There is a treasure far more valuable than gold in this house. A mere memory, yet still the part of me that aches the most.
She is dead; I know that. But she lives on inside me. And these past few months have hurt me so much; I need to have some reminder of her.
I murmur a brief incantation, flicking my wand under my cloak. A Muggle couple, probably only twenty or so, poke their heads out of the window of Number Eleven. They laugh, then retreat inside. My stomach gives a horrible jolt when I see the colour of the girls' hair; tomato red.
Numbers eleven and thirteen move aside, making way for another door. A silver twelve hovers above the doorframe. I walk up the stone steps. The door creaks open, and I slip inside.
The cool, dusty scent of mistreat enters my nostrils. I tread softly to the stair, stepping quietly up the first few steps. The curtain to Mrs. Black's portrait opens a fraction; I push it aside hurriedly.
Faces of long-dead elves leer out at me. I resist the urge to knock one down as I reach the top of the stair. A long corridor; one door, the door I need to enter, sticks out. It is opened.
I stalk towards it, screaming internally to stop. I had been resisting this for sixteen years, and no way could I stop now. Stepping inside, I survey the surroundings.
An overstuffed bed, posters of scantily-clad women, muggles, I think, and a desk. Not fancy. But the desk loomed out at me. One step, another, closer to it…
The drawers creak as I open them. Pictures, written documents, bits of homework, all sorts of memorabilia spill out. Finally, a folder marked 'The Marauders' comes to me. I pull it out, breathing heavily.
A picture, clipped to a letter, falls to the floor. My hands shake as my knees fail, and I fall to the floor beside it. Flipping it over, my heart nearly stops.
It's her.
Her beautiful red hair falls over her shoulders, tumbling to her mid-back. Her pink mouth is turned up into a smile, laughing at an infant atop a tiny broomstick. Her eyes crinkle up, the emerald green that I have always loved. Then the baby zooms in, and a black haired man obscures her figure. Angrily, I reach for my wand, severing off the man and baby. I shove them back into the drawer, and then allow myself to be mesmerized by gorgeous Lily.
A tear drips down onto the glossy surface, and I bend forward so my nose is touching it. I've seen this picture before, Lily sent it to me, but I ripped it up, angered. She said she had sent one to Sirius; that is how I knew it was here.
Shakily, I look at the letter. Nonsense, feel-good words, all in her hand. I stare at the signature. How it hurts me so. The beautiful letters, arranged in the most pleasing way… I could sob.
And I did. I crumpled over, heaving, my black robes spilled out around me. Her eyes left a permanent imprint on my eyelids, those perfect pools of green. I would never love another.
Lily,
Lily,
Lily. My true love, gone forever.
WAAAAAAHHH, I am depressed now.
R/R, I love you all,
-i gf
