Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Summary: Five times Severus Snape called for Lily Evans.
Genre: Angst/Friendship
Rating: K+
Circle
4
He never knew when she would be at the park that summer. They had never sent letters in the past; there was no need. She was simply there when things were getting particularly ugly, running for ice or a bandage or just taking his hand, content to sit in silence.
She was always on the swings when he arrived, but she didn't fly anymore. He didn't ask her to. They were older now and things were not the same. But he still called for her on some hot days, sat for hours with his head bent toward her. He liked to watch the light hit her face when she looked away.
Later, he wondered if he should have just told her. Later, when he felt bitter and furious and trapped, he wondered how she could have been so blind.
But when the years had gone by and the reason she was dead sat down in front of him, he wondered if knowing would have made any difference at all.