He was hated, despised and laughed at. They had called him names since he was a young student and it didn't stop even when he became a teacher.
Severus Snape was a hard man. He never smiled, he never showed weakness. He didn't love and no one ever loved him. At least that was what his students were prone to think. Oh, how wrong they were. He too was in love and he too experienced a love that can be experienced only once.
When he met Lili Evans he thought that his solitary life was over, that he met someone who will always be with him. Yet as the years passed by he was too consumed by the darkness to see he was loosing the only thing he ever loved. Year after year he became more and more like a true Slytherin should be. Until the moment he realized the consequences of his choices. But it was too late.
He loved her even thought she was a muggleborn.
And he hated her son even thought he promised to protect her legacy – the boy who lived while she had died.
When the time came and the famous Harry Potter was supposed to start his education, Severus Snape was prepared to hate him. He was prepared to hate him for all he endured from his father and to get back at him and get his revenge.
During the first lesson, while taking the register he called his name with an ironic remark and waited.
Then the boy who lived lifted up his head and looked straight into his eyes.
The moment their eyes met and he saw those green eyes he missed for so many years: He knew…. He could not hate this boy.
Even in the moment of his death, while watching the only thing that was left of her – he felt completed.
After all this time.