I am a shadow, Shadows fade…

I am a shadow of darker days

I am the wrong, disguised as the right

I am pure darkness, twisted with light

I'll warn you again now, if i haven't before

I hold in me a promise, of something more.

Fire red hair fell down her shoulders as she gazed at me... Her green eyes penertrating far beyond my skin. I wished she would not look at me that way, so much dissapointment in that beautiful face, I hated the way I made her look. Whenever she was with me, her features grew long and drawn out in a perminant frown, she looked tired and sad. I hated that it was me who made her like that.

She twisted one of her curls behind her ear and forced a smile onto her face, but it did not quite reach her eyes. Those flawless, emerald eyes. Her hand fell to my bare chest. her heat seeped into me...

"Snape" Lord Voldermort pulled me out of my memories, nostrils flaring in his impatience. How could this be happening? Why her? God, Why her? He Couldn't be sure of course, that it was her baby... Her baby that fit the prophesy. This was not happening, this could not be happening. Not to Lily Evans, wait... Potter, Lily Potter now that she had married that simpering coward. James Potter - how i hated him, if no one else, I hated him.

I could not bare to think of it, their small cottage in Godric's hollow that I knew so well, alive with green light, a mirror of the green in her eyes. Now they are twisted in fear. The dark mark floating directly above. The seductive serpent contorting itself in it's mocking dance. Worst of all, the baby... That baby with her same green eyes, just one year of age. He, so much part of Lily, still in submission to the Dark Lord. Silent in death.

What could I do? I was not welcome in the house anymore since James Potter had found me there... He did not condone our friendship. How could I save Lily, my Lily. God, I still remember the first day of seeing her. She was alone, her shimmering hair caught up in an effortless bun, but she was angry, the type of feisty anger that could only be yielded from a redhead. I had not been brave enough to interrupt her rampage but from the sparks her anger caused, excitement took hold of me over the girl. She was a witch! The crash of a tree branch some way in front of me proved it, Magic ran through her veins.

I had never felt more alive...