A/N: I know most of you are just going to have a heart attack when you see this. No, you aren't imagining things: I have updated!
I'm not really sure where this will take me. I've been writing this as I go, can you tell? I'm thinking about going into a Snape/Lilly thing from the past. But we'll see.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the fic plot. And neither do you.
"You won't get him. You know you won't. You can't get close to him now." Snape's breath began to pick up, "You have no weapon."
"You meddling fool, you are my weapon." His demonic red orbs shone through his sickly face as he laughed, "You will not join me, I know, Severus. But I can make you help me. I can make you my weapon."
Snape grunted through barred teeth, "Not this time Riddle, not this time."
"Ah Severus, have I brought back memories? Surely you remember; I can't see how you'd forget." Voldemort narrowed his eyes at Snape as he smiled crookedly, "In fact, I can't see how any of us would forget. Yes, it seems like only yesterday when I had you under the curse. I must admit you were a great deal of help. But alas, all good things must come to an end."
Snape shuddered as he continued, "You did put up a good fight, I can't argue there. But in the end I was stronger."
"That wasn't strength," Snape shouted, "only cowardice."
"Oh believe me Severus, had I really wanted your family dead I would have killed them all myself."
"So killing them was merely an act of duty on my part, was it?"
Voldemort added with a sarcastic sense of sadness, "Now Severus, you aren't seeing things in my perspective. It was a difficult decision. But it needed to be done. And may I add, it proved to be quite entertaining. If only you could understand."
"There's nothing to understand, " he blurted, "I don't want to see things in your perspective!"
"Just like Potter," he snarled. "Isn't it funny how tragedy strikes the ones you love?"
"Don't bring Potter into this!"
"Oh but I must drag his name into this. He's the very reason you're here."
Snape lowered his head. He surely wasn't prepared for what was to come.
"Yes, those eyes. Whenever you see his eyes, you think of her. That soft, ginger hair blowing gently. Her smile; her warm, friendly smile towards, not you, but James." He said coyly with a sly smirk, "Stabbing too close at your heart, am I, Severus? Perhaps I should twist my knife harder?"
