Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, never have and probably never will, except in my dreams
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, never have and probably never will, except in my dreams.
Author's note: This is my first story that is a direct response to Deathly Hallows, I wrote it a few months ago and never got around to posting it until now. To be honest, I'm mainly typing this because I lost internet connection and am trying to install a program, so I need to keep myself occupied.
Her Greatest Fear
Breathing heavily, Lily ducked into the nearest empty classroom. She sighed, James would be looking for her soon, but she didn't care. She needed time to think, to breathe, to forget. It was so hard to see Severus since she ended their friendship two years ago.
Lily collapsed into a chair and buried her head in her arms, sobbing. Severus- no – Snape, had been talking with Avery and Mulciber. While patrolling as her Head Girl duties required, she ran into them. Severus- no- Snape sneered while the others did their usual "insult the mudblood" routine.
It was completely illogical for her to feel this way, she rationalized. He tried to fix their friendship, she ended it. She had forgiven him the moment the words left his mouth, but she couldn't forget. She had already given him multiple second chances. Knowing that she would always care for him, but never show it was torture. He had changed, she had changed.
Still, she couldn't look at the snarky, gangly teenager without remembering their years of friendship. She still saw the awkward boy wearing his mother's clothes and telling her about magic. She still saw that boy that she laughed with, the boy that held her when her sister abandoned her.
So absorbed in her memories, Lily did not notice the classroom's supply cupboard open and a shadow escape before taking shape.
"Mudblood, the Dark Lord will rid the world of the likes of you," an eerily familiar voice taunted.
She gasped. Before her stood Severus as she remembered him: younger and smiling. But a dark presence corrupted the image of her fond rememberances.
"Do you need something Snape?" she asked, looking at the door. It was shut, she had not heard it open. Something was wrong.
Slowly, Severus smirked and pulled the sleeve of his shirt back. A sickly green snake tattoo filled Lily's wide eyes.
"This can't be real," she whispered.
The illusion, it had to be an illusion, drawled, "Why not? You said it yourself, you knew this would happen."
How? How could someone who used to be so good be reduced to this? What it her fault? If she had forgiven him would he have chosen her over Voldemort? Severus couldn't be Voldemort's, he was hers first. She was his first friend. Voldemort would only use him. How could he betray her? Did she betray him? Why? Why did he have to call her a mudblood? Why couldn't it be like before that day? Please! Don't let him be this! Don't let this be real!
"Riddikulus!"
Snape transformed into a dead version of herself that quickly became a bright, pink lily.
She turned her head sharply, only to find herself enveloped in a pair of strong arms.
"It's okay, Lily. It was just a boggart, you're safe," James comforted her.
"It seemed so real."