Disclaimer: Belongs to the beautiful J.K. Rowling.

A/N: I'm not sure why I wrote this. There's no storyline or anything, and it is sort of sappy. Oh, it's my first non-slash fic ever, posted or not.

Severus,

I don't understand you anymore. What has happened to you?

When we were little, I always looked up to you. I thought you were brilliant, this well of information, full of knowledge of a world that you told me I belonged in. Remember when you first called me a witch? I wanted to punch you. Soon afterwards, we became the best of friends. Nearly everyday we would play together and talk with each other. You taught me about Hogwarts and spells and potions, even though we couldn't actually perform magic. When I was nervous about fitting in, you told me everyone would like me, just like you did.

September 1st came. After the feast you promised that we would still be friends even though we were in different Houses. The years went on. We still spoke and spent time with each other, but things had changed. We had changed.

All of my friends thought I was mad for being friends with you. I suppose they were right. I should have listened.

I don't know what I was thinking, Sev, but after all those years, somewhere along the line, I think I fell in love with you. I'm not sure when it started, but to this day, it hasn't quite stopped, maybe it never will. I still can't understand why I do. Even though your friends threw insults at me while you did nothing, even when you began doing it too, something inside of me remembered the Sev I befriended at the park.

For a while I labored the idea that most women do at some point it their lives: The belief that they alone can turn a bad boy good. I thought that if I cared enough you might stop going down the road you were on. I certainly don't anymore.

I know you're gone, Sev. I hate looking at you these days, seeing what you have become. You've changed so much. What happened to the boy that was ashamed of simply breaking a branch over my sisters head?

I hope that you'll come back before it's too late.

Forever,

Lily

A single tear dropped on the worn parchment. James Potter gently folded the letter and placed it back in the shoe box he had found it in.

A/N: Good? Bad? Please tell.