Nine-year old Severus, dressed in clothing that was a size too big, stealthily made his way to his special spot after hastily leaving his house. He crouched low behind a large bush, taking in the beauty that captivated his attention. The reason his spot was special had less to do with the way the dewdrops clung to each blade of grass or the beckoning swing set that swung back and forth and everything to do with a special someone.
In an otherwise unremarkable park, her presence made everything seem more than it was.
'Lily,' he thought, 'her name is Lily.'
