When I look at him, I feel old. It's not a conscious decision, but it's a true enough one. We have between us lived almost 200 years, a startling enough fact. The fact that we are together makes it stranger still. He's young, a specimen of perfection. He had been one of my best students, and had excelled in just about everything, other than quidditch.
Perhaps that's why Mr. Potter had taken a disliking to him immediately. Anybody that was not a Gryffindor or a quidditch master was disliked or even hated. It was a material desire for him, yes, but a rather good one. It kept him out of the wrong crowd. Potter had, in his dislike of the lanky Slytherin, created a dislike that would last for generations.
He was teased ruthlessly in his school days, a ritual that continued on in his teaching career. When he was in his 3rd year, people took to calling him Snivelling Snivelus, a name he hated immensely. When called that, he would not hesitate to curse the person that dared to say it to his face.
Now, almost 20 years later, he is still called that. It annoys him greatly, but no longer is a source of hate. The person he dislikes (not hates, he saves his hate for Voldemort) most in this school would be Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry was a spitting image of James, although his personality differed greatly. With his little circle of friends, and a much loved quidditch ability, he was everything Snape didn't have.
I have changed the mind of him, however. Harry is a fine young man, with a promising future. He has faced Voldemort several times, and has lived through each. Snape finally admitted (grudgingly, yes) that he is a worthy enough young man. I have a fatherly affection for him that differs greatly from the affection I feel for Snape.
Even now, when we have been together for almost 5 years, I still call him Snape. It's a name that will stick, and it suits him better than his first name, Severus. Only in bed do I call him Severus, at the peaks of our activities. This happens often enough, although our schedules have caused problems in our being able to have intimate meetings.
I do believe Harry has an idea of what is going on, although I'm not sure. I'd rather not find out what exactly what he thinks of his proffesors having a go at it every other night or so. However, he himself (though he does not know it yet) has some lusty feelings toward Mr. Malfoy.
I feel strongly towards Snape, and I would die for him. This appears to be what is going to happen, as I stare into the slit like eyes of the man holding my love, and the young Mr. Potter. I shall give my life, and give Harry the chance to defeat him.
I look into his eyes, and green light blinds me. There is nothing but darkness... I feel so old.
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A/N: An odd ficcie, yes, but I like it. Written for a friend in an hp chat room. Originally supposed to be full smut, but it didn't turn out that way. Well, I'm off to write more -coughharry/voldemortcough- so R/R please!
Sapphire