Summary : Everyone believed that Lily and James Potter were the perfect couple. Or at least that's what everyone told Harry Potter. Everyone except for Snape, that is. Does he know something Harry doesn't?

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A/N: Wow, so it definitely seemed like I had given up this fic. In all actuality, I had. I wanted nothing else to do with for a while, simply because reading and writing was pulling me away from life. Well, I have a bit of spare time on my hands, especially after a hurricane decimated my home town. So, here I am with a brand spankin' new chapter for your reading enjoyment. I now present:

Chapter Four: Memini amarus vetustas

When we last met the graduating class of '77, we saw a very happy group of Marauders, accompanied by the fair Miss Evans, and a very disgruntled Mr. Snape. On their last day of accomplishment and celebration, the shining couple that is Lily and James seemed happy; like nothing in the world would break them apart.

We're going to travel a few years later, to the winter of '81.

Miss Evans is now Mrs. Potter. Their wedding was the stuff of muggle romance movies; Lily draped in a stunning ivory gown, James the epitome of masculine beauty. The Minister of Magic himself attending the couple's wedding, considering they were his best employees. The Potters had their typical fairy tale honeymoon, complete with sunshiney days and romantic evenings. But, like all couples, the honeymoon period ended after about a year. Unfortunately for Mrs. Potter, her husband has picked up a new habit of...disappearing every now and then. When asked, James quickly dismisses the subject, or avoids it all together. Lily has become worried that she just doesn't provide James with the attention and love he deserves, despite the fact that her world revolves around him. Over the years, she had forgotten about her old friends, minus Remus, Sirius, and Peter. One day, while flipping through her old yearbook, comprised of mostly smiling and waving young teens, one boy stood out among the Slytherins that had graduated in her year. Lily sat, transfixed on the boy's black and white, sullen face. She was staring at her former best friend. Quickly scribbling a note for James to find whenever he returned, she snapped the book shut and quickly apparated to Hogsmeade. Her feet quickly led her to the grounds of her former school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

She entered the giant doors and made her way around the castle she called home for the better part of seven years. Her memory returned as if she had never left. Lily swiftly approached the Potion Master's office, and knocked twice, not realizing she was holding her breath.

Snape grumbled as he heard a knock on his door. He wished to himself that it was not some bloody Gryffindor who couldn't understand how to brew a simple Sleeping draught. He yanked the door open, but froze in shock and the Gryffindor who stood before him.

"Li…Lily?"

So, let's see if I abandon this for a another year…I'll try not to, I promise.

3, Devilserpent