Disclaimer: Strangely enough, everything belongs to J. K. Rowling. even the
inspiration for the story.
Author's note: Thank you so much SatanSaphire! This ones for you. My apologies in advance for all the bad dialogue... It's not my strong point.
Also, to anyone who's reading this: the power supply in this computer is dead, and at the moment, I'm using the power supply from my brother's computer. Because of this, I don't have access to a computer all the time, so updates may be erratic. Also, I know its short, but bear with me.. Please?
Reviews, as always, are very much appreciated, and flames are used to toast marshmallows on.
Thanks again to my beta reader Neil.
And finally. the story!!!
Snape watched the scene play out in front of him. He knew what was going to happen, but was compelled to watch. He didn't want to reawaken the pain again, but couldn't pull himself away. It wasn't until he felt warm tears trickling down his cheeks that he pulled himself away from the heartbreaking memory.
As he came back to the real world, Snape wiped the tears away. The thoughts still floated in the pensive, looking innocent as ever. Snape touched them gently with his wand and put them back where they belonged. Buried in the back of his mind, Where only he had access to them.
That night, Snape's mind was again drawn back to sixteen years ago. Even as he slept, his dreams were filled with images of the three broomsticks, and Lily. "Severus? What are you doing here?" Lily's voice was as soft and sweet as he remembered.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." He replied, smiling slightly. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She hadn't changed a bit in the years since he had last seen her. "You look great."
"You too. You've changed a lot." There was a quiver in her voice as she said this, and the tears were threatening to return.
"Hey, don't cry. tell me whats wrong." He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner.
"It's nothing." She looked down at her knees, and he watched a tear make its way down the side of her nose to the corner of her mouth.
"It doesn't look like nothing," He paused to gage her reaction, and then continued, "But if you don't want to talk about it, well, that's OK." She smiled that beautiful smile again, and his heart melted once more.
"I don't really." There was an awkward silence before her sweet voice filled his mind again. "But you never answered my question. What are you doing here?" It was Snape's turn to be silent. He rubbed his arm without realising while he answered.
"I'm drowning out memories" was all he said. Her voice, this time gently probing, broke into his thoughts once more.
"What kind of memories?"
"The bad kind."
.Snape awoke with a start. He hated that dream. He hated anything that reminded him of Lily. He knew that if he went to sleep again, the dreams would return.
Author's note: Thank you so much SatanSaphire! This ones for you. My apologies in advance for all the bad dialogue... It's not my strong point.
Also, to anyone who's reading this: the power supply in this computer is dead, and at the moment, I'm using the power supply from my brother's computer. Because of this, I don't have access to a computer all the time, so updates may be erratic. Also, I know its short, but bear with me.. Please?
Reviews, as always, are very much appreciated, and flames are used to toast marshmallows on.
Thanks again to my beta reader Neil.
And finally. the story!!!
Snape watched the scene play out in front of him. He knew what was going to happen, but was compelled to watch. He didn't want to reawaken the pain again, but couldn't pull himself away. It wasn't until he felt warm tears trickling down his cheeks that he pulled himself away from the heartbreaking memory.
As he came back to the real world, Snape wiped the tears away. The thoughts still floated in the pensive, looking innocent as ever. Snape touched them gently with his wand and put them back where they belonged. Buried in the back of his mind, Where only he had access to them.
That night, Snape's mind was again drawn back to sixteen years ago. Even as he slept, his dreams were filled with images of the three broomsticks, and Lily. "Severus? What are you doing here?" Lily's voice was as soft and sweet as he remembered.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." He replied, smiling slightly. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She hadn't changed a bit in the years since he had last seen her. "You look great."
"You too. You've changed a lot." There was a quiver in her voice as she said this, and the tears were threatening to return.
"Hey, don't cry. tell me whats wrong." He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner.
"It's nothing." She looked down at her knees, and he watched a tear make its way down the side of her nose to the corner of her mouth.
"It doesn't look like nothing," He paused to gage her reaction, and then continued, "But if you don't want to talk about it, well, that's OK." She smiled that beautiful smile again, and his heart melted once more.
"I don't really." There was an awkward silence before her sweet voice filled his mind again. "But you never answered my question. What are you doing here?" It was Snape's turn to be silent. He rubbed his arm without realising while he answered.
"I'm drowning out memories" was all he said. Her voice, this time gently probing, broke into his thoughts once more.
"What kind of memories?"
"The bad kind."
.Snape awoke with a start. He hated that dream. He hated anything that reminded him of Lily. He knew that if he went to sleep again, the dreams would return.