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As Harry Potter watched Severus Snape prowl along the aisles of the classroom, Severus took in a sharp breath, he was just like Lily. He could remember her green eyes as she studied his figure under lowered eyes, the blush to her cheeks and lips as he whispered in her ear, the round 'o' of surprise her lips formed as a rose was drawn from thin air and presented to her by a lover. Severus suddenly snarled at Potter, memories of days long gone by stinging in his heart.
*Why Lily?* Snape thought.
Albus Dumbledore watched from a crystal ball the proceedings of the potions class, watching Severus yell at young Harry yet again, about how unsatisfactory his potions were. He knew the man was hurting, and had been hurting for seventeen years. Faded blue eyes closed, and a mind remembered a fresh spring day, a day for lovers. He remembered laughter of a young couple running down the corridors, hands clasped and faces flushed, hair flying in the air. Ah, young love, how fragile it was.
*Why Severus?* Albus whispered.
Minerva McGonagall entered the staffroom, and found the man in black brooding yet again in his customary corner. His eyes were dull, and lacked the sparkle she used to see back in his school days, when he sat next to Lily Evans in classes, the two whispering to each other, heads bowed over sheafs of parchment.
"Severus? is everything all right?"
"Peachy." Severus slurred, raising an eyebrow and coughing slightly. Minerva wrinkled her nose as the strong, unmistakable stench of Vodka hit her. He had been drinking himself away, probably since after his last lesson let out for the day.
"How much have you had, Severus?" the woman asked sharply, her mouth drawn into a thin, nearly nonexistent line. Severus frowned and slouched in his chair, holding up a bottle.
"Six, I think."
"Good Lord! we'd better get you to poppy."
"No!" Severus said, jumping up from his seat. "No... I can't go to Poppy. Not when I've figured it out." Severus said, holding up a book, which seemed to be a worn-out leather diary of some sort. Severus was waving it around, spilling the vodka on the floor, nearly on top of a napping Filius Flitwick.
"Severus, you're drunk out of your mind."
"No! it hasn't been clearer, not since.. not since that night." Dear lord, the man was raving, Minerva thought sadly as she took Severus by the arm and took him to Poppy by floo, it just wouldn't do to have a drunken teacher stumbling down the halls to Poppy's.
*Why do you do these things, Severus?* Minerva moaned.
Severus Snape's eyes flew open, and his hand flew to his chest, where it was bare. Severus turned his head and found the book on a bedside, he was in the hospital wing. Damn Minerva. He remembered most of what had occurred that night. Lily's diary. He had found it, it had stumbled into his lap literally as he had reached for a potions tome high in the restricted section's shelves. It had been quite the surprise to see that small tome come falling out of his most favorite book: Most Potente Potions, as if Lily intended for him to find it. It was all too odd, Severus thought as he watched Poppy bustle over to his side to check him up.
"Tsk tsk, drinking again, Severus?"
"Shut up, you bat."
"Back to your sweet self, I see." Poppy tsk tsked once again before shoving one of his soberity potions down his throat. Probably revenge for the bat bit. He really did have to watch his mouth, he thought as he narrowed his eyes at Poppy Pomfrey and frowned sharply as he watched the mediwitch shake her head sadly at him and walk away.
*Poor Severus Snape, why him?* Poppy thought.
Severus eyed the diary warily and slowly took it from its perch on the nightstand, fingering the worn leather cover, which had "LILY EVANS, YEAR 7" stamped on the cover. He gently fingered the year, "1977" and then slowly and reverently opened the diary to the first page.
*Why did Lily do this?* Severus sighed.
The old man stood in the shadows, watching a tear trickle down the younger man's cheek, and knew at that moment, everything would change forever. He didn't know how, but he could feel the imminent change in his bones.
Severus let out a strangled gasp as his eyes flicked down to the bottom of the last page of the diary, the candlelight flickering near his nightstand. His obsidan eyes sharpened as he slowly lifted his pale head and smiled, slowly slipping out of the hospital bed, padding quickly but surely down to the dungeons, the diary clasped in his lithe hands.
*Perhaps, there is something worth living for* Severus smiled.
A/N: I normally am a SS/HG shipper but thought why not? the muse struck me to write an extremely unique Lily/Snape fic. Hope y'all like it, I am still kind of new to the fandom, though..
As Harry Potter watched Severus Snape prowl along the aisles of the classroom, Severus took in a sharp breath, he was just like Lily. He could remember her green eyes as she studied his figure under lowered eyes, the blush to her cheeks and lips as he whispered in her ear, the round 'o' of surprise her lips formed as a rose was drawn from thin air and presented to her by a lover. Severus suddenly snarled at Potter, memories of days long gone by stinging in his heart.
*Why Lily?* Snape thought.
Albus Dumbledore watched from a crystal ball the proceedings of the potions class, watching Severus yell at young Harry yet again, about how unsatisfactory his potions were. He knew the man was hurting, and had been hurting for seventeen years. Faded blue eyes closed, and a mind remembered a fresh spring day, a day for lovers. He remembered laughter of a young couple running down the corridors, hands clasped and faces flushed, hair flying in the air. Ah, young love, how fragile it was.
*Why Severus?* Albus whispered.
Minerva McGonagall entered the staffroom, and found the man in black brooding yet again in his customary corner. His eyes were dull, and lacked the sparkle she used to see back in his school days, when he sat next to Lily Evans in classes, the two whispering to each other, heads bowed over sheafs of parchment.
"Severus? is everything all right?"
"Peachy." Severus slurred, raising an eyebrow and coughing slightly. Minerva wrinkled her nose as the strong, unmistakable stench of Vodka hit her. He had been drinking himself away, probably since after his last lesson let out for the day.
"How much have you had, Severus?" the woman asked sharply, her mouth drawn into a thin, nearly nonexistent line. Severus frowned and slouched in his chair, holding up a bottle.
"Six, I think."
"Good Lord! we'd better get you to poppy."
"No!" Severus said, jumping up from his seat. "No... I can't go to Poppy. Not when I've figured it out." Severus said, holding up a book, which seemed to be a worn-out leather diary of some sort. Severus was waving it around, spilling the vodka on the floor, nearly on top of a napping Filius Flitwick.
"Severus, you're drunk out of your mind."
"No! it hasn't been clearer, not since.. not since that night." Dear lord, the man was raving, Minerva thought sadly as she took Severus by the arm and took him to Poppy by floo, it just wouldn't do to have a drunken teacher stumbling down the halls to Poppy's.
*Why do you do these things, Severus?* Minerva moaned.
Severus Snape's eyes flew open, and his hand flew to his chest, where it was bare. Severus turned his head and found the book on a bedside, he was in the hospital wing. Damn Minerva. He remembered most of what had occurred that night. Lily's diary. He had found it, it had stumbled into his lap literally as he had reached for a potions tome high in the restricted section's shelves. It had been quite the surprise to see that small tome come falling out of his most favorite book: Most Potente Potions, as if Lily intended for him to find it. It was all too odd, Severus thought as he watched Poppy bustle over to his side to check him up.
"Tsk tsk, drinking again, Severus?"
"Shut up, you bat."
"Back to your sweet self, I see." Poppy tsk tsked once again before shoving one of his soberity potions down his throat. Probably revenge for the bat bit. He really did have to watch his mouth, he thought as he narrowed his eyes at Poppy Pomfrey and frowned sharply as he watched the mediwitch shake her head sadly at him and walk away.
*Poor Severus Snape, why him?* Poppy thought.
Severus eyed the diary warily and slowly took it from its perch on the nightstand, fingering the worn leather cover, which had "LILY EVANS, YEAR 7" stamped on the cover. He gently fingered the year, "1977" and then slowly and reverently opened the diary to the first page.
*Why did Lily do this?* Severus sighed.
The old man stood in the shadows, watching a tear trickle down the younger man's cheek, and knew at that moment, everything would change forever. He didn't know how, but he could feel the imminent change in his bones.
Severus let out a strangled gasp as his eyes flicked down to the bottom of the last page of the diary, the candlelight flickering near his nightstand. His obsidan eyes sharpened as he slowly lifted his pale head and smiled, slowly slipping out of the hospital bed, padding quickly but surely down to the dungeons, the diary clasped in his lithe hands.
*Perhaps, there is something worth living for* Severus smiled.
A/N: I normally am a SS/HG shipper but thought why not? the muse struck me to write an extremely unique Lily/Snape fic. Hope y'all like it, I am still kind of new to the fandom, though..