A/N: this is a quick one-shot I thought up when my friend asked me tell her a story. ;) for you, trush.
A little girl, about seven years old, shrieked with laughter as she ran across the daisy-dotted meadow. Her fire-red hair flew behind her, her eyes -the color of the grass- danced dancing. A little boy, her age, chased behind her. His obsidian eyes danced too, but they were darker than hers. His eyes bore the look of the man who had been through war and home again, and yet, he was but seven years old.
Her name was Lily; Lily Evans. He was Snape - Severus Tobias Snape.
As they got older, they changed. Playtimes became less carefree. Walls were put up. Guards were never done. Arguments were commonplace.
"Severus! Please," she would plead.
"I'm not even involved in any of it, Lils," he would reply.
"But Malfoy is! Avery is! Lestrange! Yaxley!" she would defend.
"But I'm not Malfoy, am I? I'm not Avery, or Lestrange, or Yaxley, am I?" he would say, eyes slightly narrowed.
"I'm just-" she would whimper, "I'm just scared for you."
And he would soften, mussing her hair.
"It's fine, Lily. I promise it'll never happen," he would reassure.
She would sniff, they'd sit in a peaceful silence for about an hour, and then go back to whatever they'd been doing previously.
One day, the argument changed. It started off as usual. Then, Severus exploded.
"BUT I'M NOT MALFOY OR AVERY OR LESTRANGE OR YAXLEY. I AM SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE, HALFBLOOD WIZARD. I CAN MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH," he roared at the girl with the eyes that no longer danced, the hair that no longer flew.
Lily reared back, shock written all over her face. Severus had never yelled at her. Never raised his voice, ever. Even when the arrogant toerag and his cronies picked on him, he would just talk calmly.
Severus was a quiet, obedient, if somewhat stubborn boy by nature. So for him -a Slytherin- to yell at her -a fiery little Gryffindor-, was more than just a childish argument. It was a "i'm done with you" tone.
Biting her lip, she turned on her heel and left.
And Severus watched her go, not realizing he had just lost his life, his voice, his soul. His reason to be.
"Lily, please," he grabbed her wrist as they walked through the stone hallways. She delicately unwrapped his fingers from her wrist and continued walking. He sighed, rubbing his temples.
Fourth year turned into fifth, and Severus called her a mudblood and that ended any chance of reconciliation.
And fifth turned into sixth, and sixth turned into seventh, and she realized that the arrogant toerag wasn't so arrogant anymore. Or a toerag.
So she followed her heart, gave him a chance.
Fell in love.
Married.
Had a little boy, named him Harry.
But then she and her lover were brutally murdered and her baby boy survived and he would grow up to be the greatest hero the wizarding world had ever known. Because he was Harry Potter and he was the Boy-Who-Lived.
A/N: review, favorite, etc etc. Please and thank you. xo