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It was night and she heard the shuffling of his feet. It was possibly the last night they would meet and the castle seemed to reflect her mood. He greeted her with a kiss, but he felt the tension in her still body. He whispered softly to her, 'What is it, my love?'She was still for a minute and answered with rising anger, 'What's wrong is those friends of yours. Did you see what that got Mancini did to Isabelle yesterday? He levitated her above the lake, turned her upside down and dunked her in. She got out half drowned and hasn't stopped shaking since!'. He tried to calm her down but she just kept talking over him. 'And Zabini, he threw firecrackers down the toilet and then branded the Dark Mark into poor Holly Clearwater's arm! And what do you do? You antagonise Potter and his bunch so they send spells at you!'. This tipped him over the edge! 'I DON'T ANTAGONISE THE BRAT!' he yelled, as blue-green sparks flew from him. He reigned in his emotions and continued 'I don't antagonise him or Remus, the coward Pettigrew or that slimy toe-rag Sirius Black. I had just walked out of lunch to do some studying under the oak tree. They swaggered outside like they owned the world and started calling at me, "Hey Snivly, what are you doing with those books? If you hold them so close, your going to get grease all over them from either your nose, or your greasy hair that hasn't been washed in Merlon knows how long!". That was when his bunch start cackling like the followers they are.' He took a deep breath and then continued. 'I explained what I was studying and he throws one of my own spells at me! The brat must have snuck into my dorm and read my books! I was yanked into the air by my ankles and by the time I muttered the counter curse you came running up.' This was when he noticed her gaze. It was cool, calculating and completely devoid of emotion. This was when she started speaking in a low monotone, 'And what did you say as I came to you? You said and I quote, "I don't need help from a smart-aleck ginger like you" so I ran'. This was when he screamed the words that sealed his fate, 'THAT WAS BECAUSE I DIDN'T NEED HELP FROM A FILTHY MUDBLOOD LIKE YOU!'. Once he said that, she saw realisation dawn on him. He desperately tried to back pedal. 'I didn't mean...it wasn't...you're not...sorry.' he hung his head to wait for the lecture but it didn't come. He looked up and only saw her back as he reached out a hand. She spun and he saw the tears in her eyes as she stepped out of his reach. 'We are done. I was going to ask you to try and change friends, or change how they acted, but no. After those crudely vulgar words, the answer is no. In public we will act with polite indifference, but we will never be alone together. Listen closely Severus Snape. You will only have peace when you can accept who you are and act for those you love. So I have said, so mote it be.' She turned on her heel and walked away from him, her copper hair crackling with one ever new the witty muggle born and the Half-Blood Prince were together, so they never knew how they parted. Lily Evans walked away, head held high, strides growing more confident with each step. On the other hand, Severus Snape walked away in an utterly different manner. He was dragging his feet, head bowed down. Lily had walked away and out of his life so she never knew the extent of his love. He had pleaded with the Dark Lord, pleaded, to have him reconsider. As that fateful night came, he was first by her side, crying over her still form. He saw a flash of green and saw him. The boy. Underneath a mop of untidy black hair that came from his father, he had her eyes, precisely her eyes. From that day, Severus had vowed to protect little Harry with the emerald eyes, and defeat the Dark Lord. He would help the boy. Always.