A Birthday Fic For MariaMississippi. Happy Birthday!
Severus Snape scowled.
Even now, years after their graduation, Potter couldn't stop annoying him, could he? How dare he send that piece of… filth?
Severus Snape threw the piece of paper to the ground.
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Severus Snape glared.
Potter just had to put his filthy hands around her delicate waist, didn't he? Wolf-whistling at her white gown as though he were a werewolf. Bloody show-off. Acting as if his precious flower was a mere object.
Severus Snape ground his shoe into the dirt.
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Severus Snape flinched.
The pain stung, but he wasn't going to wince in front of the Dark Lord. Whenever the anger lashed out, he'd force himself to think of her, his beautiful flower. She was the reason he was doing this.
Severus Snape gazed at her portrait.
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Severus Snape sobbed.
This was his fault. All. His. Fault. His jealousy had gotten the better of him, and now his flower was gone. Lost. Dead.
Severus Snape flicked his wand and watched as the paper burned.
Charles and Emma Potter request your presence at the wedding of their son,
James Charlus
to
Lily Autumn Evans.
Severus Snape wept as the last trace of Lily– his Lily –slowly flickered away.
*sob*
That was kind of a depressing birthday fic. Whoops.
Anyway, if you didn't get it, this is what's happening:
First, Severus gets the wedding invitation. Pissed off, he throws it away.
Second, Severus (stupidly) goes to the wedding, and watches the ceremony.
Third, immediately after the wedding, in rage and jealousy, he joins the Dark Lord.
Fourth, and last, after James and Lily die, Severus breaks down, and thinks back. He burns the wedding invitation.
Yes, I do realise that this is the worst bit of writing since Twilight, but cut me some slack, will you? One word: E X A M S.
Anyway, thanks for reading!
-Drishti