Here's another one-shot. i can't tell you how hard it was to insult my beloved James Potter but, alas, I did it. I was feeling sorry for Snape today, so he gets his own story, but don't expect many others from his POV. Cause, I mean, he's not my favorite character. Anyways, enjoy!


It's strange how one can love and hate with so much intensity.

On one hand, there was Lily Evans, in his mind never Potter, who entered into his life with a huge, graceful leap, literally, and then never exited his mind ever again. Her beautiful, bright auburn hair danced in the wind, and it seemed to float around her like a burning halo. Her creamy skin glowed, accentuated by the golden freckles scattered across her nose like stars in the night sky. But most of all, there were her gorgeous emerald eyes; those eyes seemed to contain her very soul, the most precious and treasured thing in the entire world. Those eyes that sparkled when she laughed, burned with a passionate intensity when she was angry, and morphed into melting pools of endless depth when at basically any other time.

James Potter, on the other hand, was her polar opposite. A filthy, spoiled brat who had lots of money and no talent. He made another "friend" the man-whore, family-traitor Black. Together, they gathered a pack of cult-like worshipers, and walked around as if they ruled the school, hell, the entire world! They frequently strutted around, boasting of their achievements, flaunted their looks, and pulled despicable, juvenile pranks that would have anyone else expelled. But not them. Of course, Potter, Black, and the other two worshippers, Lupin and Pettigrew, could do no wrong.

Okay, so maybe he was a bit jealous. Who wouldn't be? Snape perhaps could've been happy, even if Potter continued his I'm a Quidditch-God, Let's-Go-Torture-Snevillius campaign, if Potter hadn't gotten the love of his life as well.

During that incident in fifth year, he was burning with anger and embarrassment. Everyone was mocking him, laughing at him; he was being humiliated and not one person cared about what he was feeling. Then Lily came, and stood up to Potter, and even though he was helpless, he burned with resentment. Did she not think that he could stand up for himself? Then that ever-loathed word passed though his lips, and befouled the air. She slowly turned towards him, her eyes filled with unshed tears, and from that moment on, the only person he ever cared for was lost to him forever.

Even after she started calling him Snape when they had to talk at all, after when the five-year friendship was only a distant memory; he still had a tiny, irrational hope that she would give him another chance. It was because of that tiny voice that he put off his acceptance to be branded with the Dark Mark for so long. So when Lily and Potter walked into the Great Hall hand in hand, giving each other looks that would make Cupid puke; only until October 21st of Snape's final year of Hogwarts did he send the letter to Malfoy with only two words on it, "I'm in", signed by a drop of blood. He was branded two weeks later with a symbol declaring to the rest of the world that he hated the love of his life, and all that her society stood for. He had once been quite a kind person, if a bit socially awkward, but by pushing away the one person he ever loved, the only thing left in him was hate.

So by the time that Harry Potter came to Hogwarts, he had eleven years of hating everything under his belt, and he was more than happy to treat that boy like the scum he was…especially since he looked exactly like James bloody Potter. However, the first time they made eye contact, the moment he saw Lily's eyes, Snape realized that he could love those eyes. If only he remembered how to.


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