I am so extremely sorry for not updating in a while. I STILL don't have my DH back - but I'll have it soon, I swear - so I haven't written anything new. This chapter was in my old computer, though, so I can post it now. I've been extremely busy with hw and WILL be (I have my IGCSEs coming as well as the MOCKs and End of Year Exams.), so don't expect me to write much.

Well - expected chapter, I guess, and one you may already know by heart! But this is Sev's side of the story ;3 So i hope you like it. That's it for now.

…only passed on by the act of biting, these victims will transform into wolves every month at the full moon. They have no control over their selves, and do not realize who or what they attack except when they have already un-transformed into humans again, so their wolf gene is passed on to more people. However dangerous, werewolves can be recognized by a series of characteristics, which consist on their snout shape, their tufted tail, the short-haired fur, the thinner pupil of their pitch black eyes, and their bigger paws.

Severus stopped writing and looked around. No one near had written as much as he had, and he felt a wave of pride expand through him. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Potter grinning at Black, four seats behind him, and the latter gave him the thumbs up. Groaning, Severus went back to his parchment. Okay, he had finished. He went back to the beginning of the exam and started rereading.

'Quills down, please! That means you too, Stebbins!' Professor Flitwick shouted, and Severus quickly grabbed his quill and wrote three more words. 'Please remain seated while I collect your parchment! Accio!'

His answers flew away from his hand, and the huge amount of rolls of parchments zooming to Flitwick knocked him backwards. Severus rolled his eyes, but the rest of the students laughed and some even helped him up again.

'Thank you... Thank you... Very well, everybody, you're free to go!'

Severus took his question paper and started reading it again to check his already handed in answers. Fourteen 'b' had been missing one little single point... Well, that would cost him. But besides from that, he had written it very well. He went back to question ten while he walked out of the Great Hall and towards the castle courtyards. Wait – he had made a mistake in number nine – non-verbal spells didn't fit in this questions, they weren't even supposed to see them until next year. That's the consequence of writing more than you're supposed to. Never mind, maybe they'd count it as something extra, and consider him as an advanced student. That would be great. But maybe the missing point in fourteen 'b' would cost him his desired 'O'. But it was such a tiny mistake... maybe they wouldn't even realize... What was he talking about, they would realize, they are the examiners...! He groaned again and sat down on the grass, not even paying attention to where he was.

Okay then, he had to count – he had questions one, two and four completely right, apparently, while in three he had done reasonably well, though he should have added a description of the real appearance of a Boggart. Well, they didn't really ask for it in the question – but it would have been good to add it.

Suddenly, forgetting the O.W.L. completely, he thought of Lily. For the first time since the exam had finished, he took his eyes from the parchment and glanced around – no sign of her. She was surely with her Gryffindor friends, as always.

He tried to go back to the paper, but found he couldn't concentrate again. He gave a heavy sigh, and stowed the paper into his bag as he stood up. He wanted to talk with Lily, she would help him with the –

'All right, Snivellus?'

He wheeled around as fast as he could and drew his wand, dropping his bag on the floor, but Potter was faster. He yelled 'Expelliarmus!' and his wand flew away from his hand while Black laughed. Severus quickly dived for his wand but again –

'Impedimenta!' Potter said, and he fell on the ground with a loud thud. All his left side hurt, and what was worse, students were starting to gather round. 'How did the exam go, Snivelly?'

'I was watching him, his nose was touching the parchment,' he heard Black say, 'There'll be great grease marks all over it, they won't be able to read a word.'

Students surrounding them laughed. If he could only get his wand – but he was still impeded by Potter's jinx. He stared up at him, hating him, despising him, loathing him – who did he think he was? Arrogant toerag, as Lily described him. His popularity was based on lies and treachery and bullying –

'You – wait,' Severus said, but his side was still hurting too much and the jinx was not cooperating with him, 'You – wait!'

'Wait for what?' Black said, 'What're you going to do, Snivelly, wipe your nose on us?'

With a rush of loathe and fury he started to shout hexes – mixed with swear words – in the hope that his wand would react, but it was too far away.

'Wash out your mouth,' Potter said, and for an instant Severus realized what was coming next – 'Scourgify!'

At once he felt something in his mouth, bubbling, growing, and pink soap bubbles started to fall out of his mouth, but inside it was growing and choking him – he tried to spit, but they kept coming out and out while the crowd roared with laughter...

'Leave him ALONE!'

Severus turned around quickly and he saw Lily standing there, glaring at Potter with despise, and his heart began to race – she was defending him from Potter. After all they had both been through, she still defended him from the 'popular' boy who liked her. He turned around again, still spitting out bubbles, and tried to reach for his wand.

'All right, Evans?' he heard Potter say with a deeper voice than his, and Severus grimaced – how dared he talk to Lily... How he dared talk to Lily Evans like that...

'Leave him alone,' Lily's sweet voice answered, still defending him, and his heart jumped in his chest, 'What's he done to you?'

'Well, it's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean...'

Severus heard everybody laugh – all except Lily, Lily, who stuck to him no matter what, who would like him no matter what...

'You think you're funny,' she said – to Severus' delight – coldly, 'But you're just an arrogant, bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone.'

She was so right – and he was so pleased to hear her say those words, always a comfort for him.

'I will if you go out with me, Evans,' Potter said, 'Go on... go out with me and I'll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again.'

What?! How dared he – Lily was way beyond Potter – she was too much for that filth – and the fury inside him reminded him what he had to do, and tried to reach for his wand again –

'I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid.'

Another wave of delight – he caught his wand and spun around with difficulty –

'Bad luck, Prongs,' Black said turning back to him, 'OI!'

Sectumsempra! Severus thought pointing his wand at Potter before the last could react, and a bloody gash appeared on the side of his face, but he drew his wand nevertheless and Severus knew what would happen and tried to block it but –

He was hanging upside down in the air by his ankle, as his robes fell over his head. He heard everyone start laughing and cheering again, but he could not hear Lily's voice – Potter would pay for this no matter what he did, no matter what...

'Let him down!'

That was Lily's voice. She had not given in to Potter's bullying, never –

'Certainly.'

He felt his ankle being released from the invisible magic holding it and his head banged on the floor, his robes and body following. He wasted no time – standing up, he directed his wand at Potter again, but Black shouted, 'Petrificus Totalus!' and he fell, rigid...

'LEAVE HIM ALONE!'

Severus saw Lily draw her wand and he wished she would attack – remembering later she was too good and kind to do so. However, Black and Potter looked cautious; they surely knew Lily was much better at performing magic than they were.

'Ah, Evans, don't make me hex you,' Potter said, and Severus knew he was afraid of fighting against Lily – not only because she would win, but because he liked her...

'Take the curse off him, then!'

And in less than a minute he was back to his feet, feeling as he had never felt before, furious beyond imagination...

'You're lucky Evans was here, Snivellus –'

'I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!'

He did not know why he had said it – probably to prove Potter he was not weak, that he did not need help from anybody, but as soon as he spoke the last words he realized he had made a huge, grave mistake. Lily's expression was blank, surprised.

'Fine,' she said coldly, and Severus froze – she was talking to him. 'I won't bother in future. And I'd wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus.'

If Potter had said this, or Black, or even Mulciber or Avery, he would probably have felt nothing but hate and a sense of revenge – but it had been Lily. Lily Evans. The only person he had ever really cared about, and the only person he had ever cared about him. She was now against him. His breath seemed to leave him, his heart seemed to stop –

'Apologize to Evans!' he heard James said pointing at him with his wand, but he did not care if he threatened him –

'I don't want you to make him apologize. You're as bad as he is.'

And she had just compared him to Potter. The arrogant, bullying toerag – what would become of him, then?

'What? I'd NEVER call you a – you-know-what!'

'Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you've just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can – I'm surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK.'

Severus watched her, still frozen. She was insulting Potter as she had never done, she was hating him with every word she spoke – and yet he didn't feel relieved, or pleased, or – or anything. He felt numb. Lily now hated him too, the girl he – the girl he loved, he realized with a pang in his chest. He loved her. Now there was no one who would care for him at all. No one.

He gazed at the girl of the swaying red hair marching furiously across the courtyard, ignoring Potter's yells, and somehow he knew that the rest of his life would never be the same.

Now. Let me explain something. No, not about Snape and Lily - I think I was clear about that. About the 'real appearance of a Boggart.'

Lupin said, in Harry's third year, no one ever discovered what a Boggart looked like when they were not transformed, because they always took the appearance of that which scares us most. BUT, what about Moody and his magical eye? Order Of The Phoenix, Chapter - I can't remember what chapter. OH YEAH Mrs. Weasley's Foes or something like that. When she battles the Boggart. Before the Prefects party they give for Ron and Hermione, Molly asks Moody what the hell was in that drawer of the floor above, and he says oh look a boggart and so she goes and cries. Okay, you get my message. The Boggart was not in a 'scary form', let's call it. So Moody saw him as it really was. So they actually KNOW what a Boggart looks like! I later saw this in Mugglenet as well, so I'm still doubtful. Whatever, I just thought it would be nice to bring it up, so here.

The story of my life.