Lacy, Luck and Pants


I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

Affirmation Savage Garden

Prologue.

My name is Lacia Annette Snape, I am the twin sister of the famous Severus Snape, the daughter of Eileen Prince and Trevor Snape. This is the story of my seventh year, the most eventful year of my life. Why have I waited so long to tell my story? I thought I would wait till the last of our seventh year group made it up here. After all, I was the first of a big group. Nine of us to be precise, all before our time. For a very long time, I waited for us all. Watched them with sadness as they lived a life I never would. Don't get me wrong, I loved them, loved watching them and their children. I still do in fact. But the wait seemed impossibly long without them. You see my friends were my life, always had been, even now that I'm dead they are still my life.
On earth, I was a Gryffindor like my two best friends. Edith Marianna Goodie and Lily Kayla Evans- later Lily in our group was. Gryffindor, where dwell the brave in heart, we were brave to the end, Oh God, we were brave to the end. Especially, our dear Lily and Alice, they were so much braver than I could have ever been. We all knew our deaths were inevitable. The moment he started hunting us down our death warrant was signed. Severus thought he would be able to save us, well, Lily and myself that is. He was wrong. We died anyway, and our deaths changed the faces of our friends forever. They stopped laughing so much, they grew up. I wish we could have been young forever. I guess, I'm young forever, I died at seventeen, and thats how my body remains, I'm frozen at seventeen. Infact, Alice and Frank were the only people in our group to have a full head of grey hair when they passed on.
This may seem like a fairy tale to you, in a way it is. there is magic, true love, everlasting promises, and the bad guy. Everything a good fairytale needs. Except our fairytale is little different. It also has flying pants, a insane amount of luck and me, Lacy.

I guess I should begin…

You say you fell while holding diamonds in your hands
"It's your fault for running, holding diamonds," I said
And I offer no sympathy for that
I hear that it was you who died alone
And I offer no sympathy for that
Better off I sparkle on my own

In The Rough Anna Nalick