II/III write about your pairing moving in together
A castle build on air
It was a house from a dream, in a street from a dream, in a village from a dream. Godric's Hollow it was called, and it was one of the villages many magical people settled in after the Statute of Secrecy had been made official in the end of 1600. Lily loved it. Severus loved it too, despite the fact that it lent its name from Godric Gryffindor.
From the moment they took or first train ride to Hogwarts, he knew deep down that maybe Eileen hadn't been right in what was best. But then it had been just such a shadow of a feeling that lurked in the background, while you weren't really able to tell why - a premonition. Animals don't want to be another animal, he thought, they have an instinctive acceptance and some say that means we can learn from it. Why, then, had they chosen animals for representing Hogwarts Houses?
The people here accepted him. Decisions made people who they are, and the Sorting Hat's archaic ones were just that - prejudiced preachings from a musty old dust-covered hat. People here thought that, too, they were grownup enough to see that he was no Death Eater, that he had chosen for what was right.
It was a nice cottage - very big, with a wild, passionately growing garden. If Lily's soul was a house, this would definitely be it. Severus was not sure how he fit in it, but she said that he did. She took his hand and smiled - and everytime she smiled, he felt like it was the first time, but this time it was even more different. On her face lied the same expression she had when he had told her about magic, eager anticipation for a new path to take, a new journey to experience together. Together they stood at the beginning of a new continuation of their lives - their adult lives.
They opened the door and it was so freeing to open a door that was truly yours because you're an Adult and you have just Bought a House with your Wife. He could tell Lily thought exactly the same - except of course he was her Husband - because she giggled from nervous excitement. The only real problem was that inside, their house was completely empty apart from the boxes they put in it earlier - and they were not sure how good they were at Conjuring. Fortunately, it turned out, good enough, and after accidentally creating some furniture that could blind someone, the house started to change from an empty tomb to something resembling a mix between the interior of Church Lane number 45 and Spinner's End number 19 Severus could never have imagined would look decent. Satisfied, Lily added the last touch - flower-covered curtains. Then, he waved his wand and the boxes started unpacking themselves.
Lily had so much more possessions than him - it was fascinating. At the sight of some things, she blushed. "Hey! Did I tell you you could see my old, mistreated teddy bear? Or me and Tuney's horrible drawings?" But when she saw the painting and the few tattered clothes that came from his box, she sighed, and didn't mind anymore. They sat down on the couch, and they couldn't agree on what was supposed to be next - a long prospect of together-time, or visitors.
"You aren't going to invite Tuney, or any of your schoolfriends?" Severus complained. Lily laughed. "I won't, if you don't invite your mum, Malfoy or Mulciber." They sipped from their tea and he said: "Lily, you know that even letting Tuney and her horrible husband live in the attic wouldn't be able to ruin my happiness anymore, do you?" And she laughed, and spat out her tea. "I don't think Petunia and Vernon will ever agree with living in someone else's attic, Sev." she said, and went with her hands through his hair.
He stared at the cottage. He wanted to go in there, but he was sure it was locked by a hundred spells to prevent people like him from entering. He had thought he would want to destruct it when he saw it, but now all he could do was stare while chills went down his spine. It's purpose was noble, more noble than him.
He realised again the purpose of his visit. His gaze fell on the garbage bin next to the little wooden gate - perfect. From the pocket of his traveling cloak he pulled the invitation. It was a pretty piece of parchment with ridiculous, elegant text written on it. Hope you will still come...My oldest friend... But they were no friends. His fingers holding the parchment pulled hard. It tore. He ripped again and again, and when the ground was covered in scraps he left. In the distance, a bird sang.