A/N: Where are the reviews? And anyway, I have deleted the story His True Lily.


Chapter 7: Pictures and Memories

I ignored him for a month. But my heart leap everytime I caught a sight of him. I sat next to him in the Great Hall everyday, though there are times when he is not around. I think of him more, and my feelings grew. Today, he sat beside me. It was a cold morning. And sounds of coughing can be heard from the students. I looked still on my plate while I eat. But of course, I heard him as he pulled his chair and sat beside me. My heart was pounding frantically inside my chest. I sighed, letting out air to calm myself. I can smell his scent. And I inhaled deeply.

" I have to show you something"

My spoon was halfway to my mouth. Did he just speak? I glanced at him and he was silently chewing his food. Maybe I am mistaken. But then, his lips moved.

" After your classes, I expect you to come and see me." He drank from his goblet and I withdraw my eyes from him and started eating my food again. I tried to hide my smile. He talked to me. And he wanted to show me something. I heard him put down his spoon and pushed away his plate. It was always like that, he finished eating before anyone else could.

That day, I discussed with energy and smiled throughout afternoon. There is an excitement inside me. It has been a while since I have talked to him. I made my way to the dungeons, half walking and running. When I reached his doors, I took deep breaths and composed myself. I knocked. He opened the door for me and I stepped inside. I gave him a blank expression, so did he. I followed him deeper inside and sat opposite to him. A book traveled in midair towards him and he held it on his hands. He was looking straight at me, as he extended his hand, giving me the book. I reluctantly get it from him, accidentally brushing my skin to his. I gulped.

" That belongs to you" He said in a low voice. My hand caressed the leather cover of the book, I flipped it open. It was not a book. It's a photo album. My eyes widened.

" How did you have it?" I asked.

" Just like how your parents left me to you" He replied vaguely. I flip the pages and saw that the pictures are moving, like the paintings here in the castle. I saw my parents, my brothers, and other people that I never know of. On the last page was a picture of a girl. She was wearing a floral dress. I forgot to breathe in two seconds. The little girl was me. And that was me on my dreams. I looked at Professor Snape. He was watching me intently. His eyes are cold and lifeless. He was like a statue, expressionless, unmoving. There was a lump on my throat. I knew I love this man. But something feels not right. And I need to figure it out.

" There is something you're not telling me." I declared. My voice was shaking. I do not know what I am talking about.

" There are things you do not know, yes." His tone was flat. I despise it. I would prefer if he show anger and annoyance to me, not like this. It's like he is not communicating to me.

" You said that my parents left me to you. How?"

" Why don't you tell me what you have in my mind?"

I gulped. And bit my lower lip.

" Are we betrothed?" I forced the sound out of my mouth. It's as if the world stopped spinning. His eyes widened. A choking expression on his face. I continued.

" You said that my parents left me to you. Did my parents asked you to marry me then? Am I betrothed to you?" In a fraction of second, he got out of his chair and lunged at me, he grabbed me by my robe and harshly throw me outside the cold dungeons. I fell on the ground. He closed the door loudly. I tried to catch my breath. My face flushed. I looked at the photo album in my hand.

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That night, I take another look at the photo album that Professor Snape gave me. And I blushed when I remember what I just said to him. It was really foolish. I should not said that. But I shrugged the foolish memory away and concentrated on the album. It was really weird. That he would give it to me, but it was more weird that he has it. I flipped the album to the last page where it showed a little girl smiling. The girl in my dream. It's me. And it's not just a dream. But a vague memory of mine that's visiting me. Maybe it's because I find myself mourning for the death of my family I never really knew. I put the album inside my drawer and prepared to sleep.