Chapter 2
"Well now Severus, helping Harry Potter are we? Showing emotions in front of two young Gryffindor's, are we?" he was sniggering, I wanted to strangle him.
"I did see you crying didn't I? I knew Albus could reduce people to tears, but I never thought of you as a person; Snape," after several minutes of my silence he continued, again.
"What's wrong Severus, Dark Lord got your tongue? Wouldn't be surprising would it, he already owns you," he was very close to a raw nerve, a very raw nerve.
"You never had a heart did you? I bet you never loved anyone in your pathetic excuse of a life, 'ay Snape?" almost he'd found that one line and now he was toeing it. "Oh but wait; what about Lily Evans," my head jerked up instantly a sign of recognition, previously I had been looking at the floor – what a good one it was, very well polished – but now he had me, exactly where we wanted me. "So you did love her; how sweet the childhood sweethearts, destroying all the preconceptions. But Potter came along, didn't he? She never looked back at you, did she?"
I didn't remember raising my fist to his face, but I did hear a rather satisfying sound of broken bones; that had to be his nose – what was left of it anyway. Ignoring the pain he was in, Moody took another swig of the flask.
"You may wish to see Madame Pomfrey about that, Mad-Eye," I called over my shoulder as I left the library, before Madame Pince exploded about the sudden appearance of a rather large amount of blood on her library's floor.
