It had taken two years. Two years of loneliness, pain, hatred. Tomorrow would be the anniversary of Hermione's murder, and Severus would have his revenge. For two years, Harry Potter came to Hogwarts and placed a lily on her grave. Tomorrow it would end. Severus looked down on the petrified Potter.
"You took my love from me... twice. I think it only fair I return the favor."
The slide of a blade, and the potion was finished. Severus painted red lilies with death.
"You're Ginevra loves lilies, correct?"
Harry screamed as he watched the owl fly away.
"My Hermione didn't."