Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not in any way or form belong to me.
Snape Triumphant
It didn't matter. Not really. Because the summer belonged to him. 10 months spent from September to December (Christmas breaks don't count because he hardly went home anyway and she was to spend the 2 weeks mostly with her family) then January to June robbed him of her again.
But July to August, she was his. In the early morning, even before breakfast, she'd sneak out to meet him. Then in the heat of the noonday sun, they'd lie beneath the cool shade of trees. But his favorite time were the golden afternoons spent on the pebbled shores of a near-by river where they could talk all they want and she would be alone with him.
His for the time being. And he could pretend that these days would stretch on and on and on...
Death was a curious feeling after all. Curious in the sense that it both hurt and didn't feel like anything at all. Maybe it was just sense memory and anyway memory resided in the soul so that sort of made sense.
He did kind of expect to go to heaven. Goodness knows, protecting and dying for the brat of the man he hated the most and to whom he lost the love of his life was enough to qualify him for martyrdom. But still he did not expect the Pearlies to be this way.
He was wearing his old Slytherin uniform but was not back in Hogwarts. He was sitting on the pebbled shores of the river in between Spinner's End and Surrey. She was there, young and alive as she always was in his dreams. But unlike in his dreams, she smiled and laughed instead of accused him of treachery. She was there and loved him. She was there and was thankful.
No James. No Harry. Just him and Lily.
As it should have always been.
Yeah, yeah I know. It's unforgivably late. But I've forgotten about this little drabble until I was deleting some old documents. Coincidentally, I had just finished rereading the Prince's Tale otherwise known as the break-my-heart-why-don't-you-chapter. Le Sigh. Thought I'd post this anyway.
