Title: Pensive Moments
Summary: "The glass was cruel, a barrier. More than once he found his mind flitting – feverishly, uncontrollably – to the idea of shattering it, of setting her free and into his arms." The best of Severus Snape was his biggest regret. Additional pensieve memories not seen in Deathly Hallows, in a series of not-quite drabbles.
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Author's Note: This is a collection of drabbles (or near drabbles) not a chaptered fic. The updates will all be short.
Severus felt a wave trickle up his arm, a surge of heat originating from the fingers that wrapped themselves around his own. He was glad he was surrounded by the night air, glad the darkness hid his face.
Lily squeezed his fingers in her fist and he could feel her shoulder trembling pressed up against his. "Oh, Sev," she hissed as thought afraid her voice might shatter the miracle, "That's it, Sev – it's Hogwarts…."
The castle turrets and towers rose out of the darkness, looming over the fleet of first year boats like the kind of hazy dream that could only be reached in the deepest regress of sleep.
Severus felt his lips twitch in a kind of a spasm. "Almost there," he whispered back across the wind and lightlessness, not sure if she could hear him.
Lily giggled rather absurdly, but somehow Severus didn't mind. "Oh, it's beautiful. I hadn't any idea it would be so big!"
Severus stole a glance to where she sat next to him, with averted glowing eyes and her teeth flashing in the dark as she beamed. He felt his palm pressed against hers, warm and slightly sweaty, but safe and comforting and altogether real. The castle seemed more of a dream.