Author's Note:
Hey guys! I hope that you have had as much fun reading this as I have writing this. I would like to stress something: I understand that there are many different views on Severus Snape, and this is my interpretation. I am not claiming that there is only way to interpret his character.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, which belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brother's studios. I also do not own the Song Brother's by Vic Mignogna. All of the lyrics in this fic are by Vic Mignogna!
-Forever Lily.
Though I knew the laws I paid no heed.
How can I return your wasted breath?
What I did not know has cost you dear,
For there is no cure for death.
It was never meant to be Part 2
Severus Snape, arguably the most talented wizard of his year, had been reduced to listening through the door that the old fool had never thought to spell to repel those who would listen in. To an outsider, listening through doors and spying through key holes would seem degrading, but to a death eater it was no small privilege. It meant that the Dark Lord was beginning to trust him.
"What are you doing boy?" The barkeep asked sternly.
"I have lost something, but I appear to be mistaken."
The man quirked an eyebrow, "I don't believe for a second that the likes of you is hereby accident. Go on boy, get out, and I don't ever want to see you listening in on other people's private conversation again! You understand me?"
"Of course, sir." That was okay, he had heard all that he needed to hear.
"The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches…" Those words rang in his mind as soon as he heard it. Although he had been told to listen for pertinent information, it had never occurred to him that he would hear anything this important, not during an interview with some batty woman who claimed to be a seer. He had possibly learned the piece of information that could end the war. Well, it would be if he believed in such things. There were very few true seers, and prophecies often were self fulfilling anyway. Even so, he knew that the dark lord would want to know that a child born at the end of July could one day have power to defeat him.
Without wasting anymore time Severus apparated to the edge of Riddle manor's property and all but ran inside. He then smoothed his hair, removed the dust from his robes with a quick scourgio, and sent a message to the Dark Lord himself.
He motioned for Severus to come forward and stand in front of his throne. "What information have you brought for me Severus?"
"The witch that Dumbledore interviewed went into a prophetic state in the middle of the interview."
"And?"
"It is about out a child who could defeat you."
Suddenly the older wizard went stiff and an intense fire began to burn in his eyes. "Divulge the exact contents of the prophecy to me now, Severus."
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and he shall mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not…" For a moment he feared that the Dark Lord would lash out in anger, but instead the fire died and he wore a cool, calculating expression.
"Fear not Severus, this prophecy will not come to be. I will destroy the child myself."
That night Severus went home to his lonely manor (left to him by his mother's father) and brewed a cup of tea. After it was appropriately steeped and sugared he took a sip as he sank into his arm chair.
The day had been surprisingly eventful. It seemed that despite his reassurances, the dark lord felt threatened by a child who had not yet been born. Perhaps this was not the first that he had of such a prophecy. Surely that was why someone as powerful as the dark lord would feel so threatened. Yes, that must be it. What would such a child mean? Would it mean that the Dark Lord's days were numbered? Or would it mean that the Light would be crushed and living under the rule of the Dark Lord? The last comment inspired a rather unexpected twinge of fear. Lily fought for the light. She would be hurt, probably even killed during the dark lord's rise.
What did he care? She had abandoned him! But she only left because he said something unforgivable, he reminded himself. Maybe he could protect her. Potter would probably be the first to go because of his recklessness, so after he was gone Lily would be there, in danger and in need of comfort… if he rose the ranks he could save her, and the rest didn't matter because in his experience the majority of people were generally useless, so who cared about the rest anyway? They borrowed the ideas of others, tormented the weak, and lacked competency in most things. The world might even be better off without them, but not without Lily. Severus wasn't sure if he could live in a world without Lily.
About a month later he visited the apothecary in search of lacewing flies. He picked up the jar, carefully examining it. Although lacewing flies were not hard to find it was rare to find them properly prepared and uncrushed.
"Why exactly did you drag us here, Lils?" A voice that he was more than well aware belonged to Sirius Black asked.
"Because, her contractions are getting worse and the mediwitch says to expect the baby around the thirty first. She needs to brew a pain potion to last her until then," Potter explained.
So now Lily was going to Severus' enemy's child. Not only was her son going to be a Potter, he was going to be the one with the potential to defeat the dark lord. Could his day get any worse? He had no choice but to report her. If he didn't and the Dark Lord was to find out he would be dead. For once he pitied Potter. Severus didn't need to possess, 'the inner eye' to know that Potter was going to die.
"And I need very specific ingredients so I don't hurt the baby." A melodic voice chimed in. He knew immediately what she needed. As a part of earning his mastery he had to learn how to brew several different types of pain potions, including some that were safe for pregnant women.
As he pretended to study the jar he saw Lily examining the ingredients. "The book says that I will need lavender and devil's claw, but we can make do with just the lavender. Devil's claw is so expensive! We should be saving the money for the baby..."
"Lily love, it will not in any way hurt our bank account. We could buy half of Diagon Alley and still live comfortably!"
Careful not to be seen by Lily and her companions, he made his way over to the man handling the cash register and handed him the correct amount of money. "To pay for the pregnant woman's herbs- don't tell her who did it, just give her this," he scribbled down a message.
I hope you find these herbs to be beneficial. He was about to hand it to the man when he remembered something- crush, don't mince the devil's claw if you wish the potion to be truly effective. She would know who it was from.
"These are for me." After paying for the lacewing flies he sat on the counter he disapparated away.
When he arrived at his manor, he conjured a dummy and unleashed the most painful and lethal ones that he knew. He was such an idiot! Why hadn't he guessed. He had heard rumors that she was pregnant, and she and Potter had been married for about the right amount of time… He had screwed up and now he may have just killed her. He needed a drink-something really strong to drown in. Where was the Fire Whiskey when he needed it?
