Ch. 4
Lily found herself back in the potions classroom. Where she added a few more ingredients before extinguishing the fire. Where Serverus Snape came into the room. Making his own way to his own workstation.
Lily didn't know what encouraged her. But her lips moved on their own. "Snape," she called out. Seeing him stiffened from where he stood. "Did you ever wish it back?"
"Always," his soft baritone voice answered with a hint of pain.
All she could do was nod. She found a jar big enough to house the liquid once it was cooled.
"Lily," he called softly. "If life was different, do you believe we could still be friends?"
She waved her wand around the cauldron, in order to cool it faster. "I don't know." She poured everything in the jar. "If anything, I was grateful for you. Informing me about this world, before I lost my sister's love for me…"
With another wave of her wand. The cauldron was washed, dried and put away.
"What were you making?"
If there was one thing she knew deeply about Serverus Snape. It was his ever hunger for understanding potions. Instead of answering, she pulled out a parchment, waved her wand to copy everything. Then she wrote the reference of the book. Then gave it to him.
She saw the disbelief in his eyes. Lily then flashed the book at him. Where he saw for himself, about the book. "Are you doing this for yourself?"
"No, for Sirius Black."
"What does that mutt hope to gain from this?" Then handed the book back to her.
Lily shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know if it will even work. But he really wants a love that is true. Not because that person has something to gain, for who he is."
Severus Snape gave a sigh. "I can find that mendable, for his sake at least." He glared at the offended paper. "When will this be done?"
"Tuesday night," she glanced at the jar. "I do have enough for someone else to use…"
Severus' eyebrow went up. "Only so it doesn't go to weist…" Lily then split the jar in half. Where she gave one of them to him. "Moonrise at a moonlit archway…" Then Lily left, not understanding why she had done that.
"I will always love you, Lily." She had heard him. Lily knew he had held some feelings for her. But knew deep down that if he had. Truly had loved her, he would never have called her a Mudblood.
She made her long way to the common room. Where she went over and flopped down next to Sirius Black. Not really caring that James Potter looked hurt. Before laying her head on Sirius's shoulder.
"Red," he asked. Holding back any emotion. Not in the mood to deal with James's tantrums at the moment. "Done with that potion?"
"Yeah…"
James looked at the two of them. "What potion?"
Sirius laughed, shaking his head. "I forgot that I haven't told you." He raised his wand for privacy spells before going into what was going on.
"So," asked James in wonder. "You want your own soulmate?"
"Yes." Sirius looked towards Remus. "Why aren't you surprised?"
"I told him," stated Lily. "While hiding in the kitchen, tonight."
James crossed his arms. "I guess I'm not surprised." Lily noticed the hurt in his eyes. "I'm heading to bed." He then got up and left.
"Red," whispered Sirius. "He has been trying to be the man you would like him to be…"
"He cost me my friend, Sirius…"
"To be fair, so did I. I kind of tried to kill him…"
Lily pulled away from him. Only to turn and look him in the eyes. Only for him to see fire within the green. "What," she growled out.
"He was getting into our business, Evans."
Remus shook his head. "Severus was getting close to finding out what I am. Only for Sirius to lead him to me. Where I could have killed him…"
"When," she hissed out.
"End of sixth year. When James and I didn't talked to him…"
"Until the last day," whispered Lily. She growled. "And I was the one that got you guys to talk." Lily slapped his shoulder hard before getting up. "Who saved him...if..?"
"James," answered Remus. "He dragged Severus away… Just before I could change fully."
Lily glared at Sirius. He raised his hands in surrender. "I left him alone since then, Red."
Lily Evans closed her eyes. Battling the urge to hit or yell at him. But managed to huff and turn, heading up to own dorm.
'I hope that whoever his soulmate was. He was willing to be a better person for them.' She opened her door to her room. Where she got ready for bed.
Hermione Granger knew for a while that Albus Dumbledore was dying. She also knew that Professor Snape was going to have to kill him. In order to save Draco Malfoy's soul. Knowing and seeing for oneself, was far too different.
Seeing the headmaster lying on the castle grounds, below the astronomy tower. It was enough for her to feel real tears for the man. The school did not bother with end of term classes, tests, or even Quidditch. No, everyone was sent home weeks before the end of term had ended. But not before going to his funeral.
Besides the teachers, the Weasleys, Hagrid, Harry and Hermione. No one else went to his private island tomb. Each lost in their own thoughts, while Hermione could only hear.
'June 22nd, my office…'
Hermione never told Harry nor Ron about her meetings with the headmaster. Not after overhearing that Harry had a part of Riddle's soul. Only to realize that Riddle used the connection to get Harry to DOM. Where Sirius had died.
She would never have the heart to tell Harry. Even though he had a small devil telling him that he was part of Sirius's death. Hermione would take it to her own grave. Before she'll ever voice it.
Ron turned to her, when Harry was wallowing in self pity. "What do we do now?"
"What we always do," she spoke harshly. "Not allowing him to be alone."
Ron nodded with sorrow in his eyes. "When will this all end, Mione?"
"When He is gone." She ignored his blue eyes. Hermione did not give Ron hope, when there was none to give. She knew for a time that he had grown some feelings for her, towards the end of term. But didn't have the heart to turn him down. Not when their world was slowly ending.
Hermione went over to Harry. Only to grab his arm. Leading him away. Planning on getting him to the Weasleys, a couple of weeks after returning to his broken family.