Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling
Never mine
By RawenclawBabe
Never mine
I loved you when I first saw you.
I loved you when we first met by the river near Spinner's End.
I loved you when I first saw you using you magical powers, growing flowers.
I loved you when I first told you about magic, when I called you a witch.
I loved you when you were angry with me for calling you a witch.
I loved you when we were dreaming of magic and Hogwarts with you.
I loved you when we were together.
I loved you when you were calling me Sev', no one else was allowed to call me this.
I loved you when your emerald green eyes were shining in adoration and happiness.
I loved you when we were sorted into different houses.
I loved you when you were Gryffindor and I was Slytherin.
I loved you when your house-mates bullied me.
I loved you when all your other friends and your sister hated me.
I loved you when you didn't take my concerns about werewolves and Marauders seriously.
I loved you when I saw you smiling at my tormentor while he was torturing me.
I loved you when I accidently insulted you –I wasn't thinking clearly.
I loved you when you called me Snivellus in return.
I loved you when you couldn't accept my apology.
I loved you when you hated me.
I loved you when chose my tormentor over me.
I loved you when you married the man who bullied me.
I loved you when you became friends with a man who tried to murder me.
I loved you when you sacrificed yourself for my bully's son – your son.
I loved you when it hurt to see your eyes looking at me with loathing out of my tormentor's face.
I loved you when it was torture to protect your son who hated me.
I loved when I saw your beautiful eyes in my tormentor's face while I was dying.
I loved you when you never loved me in return.
I loved you when I was never good enough for you.
I loved you when you were never mine to love.
I loved you when you were never mine.
I loved you.
Always…
A/N: Thinking about Severus' feelings for Lily, I decided to write this one-shot about his feelings – I think of it as an poetic experiment, all verses but one begin with an anaphora. Please review and tell me what you are thinking.
