Author's Note: Second Chapter of the story, sorryc I tend to take a lot of time with things mostly because... I have school work and get lazy.

Disclaimer: As everyone can see my name is no J.K Rowling so I do not own Harry Potter nor any of the character's of the book series. So I would appreciate it if you didn't sue mei. I do acknowledge that there is part of the story that is very similar to the book, this is done so to keep it close to cannon, even if the story evidently can't occur on the book's Harry Potter universe.

He worked for hours after his classes were over. He spent most of his late afternoons and nights down at his dungeon searching trough countless books, looking trough countless bottles of ingredients, mixing the strangest of things. It was rare that anybody would even dare interrupt him, they all knew better than to bother Severus while he was working, especially if he was working on a project. Very few had the courage to even ask what the ex death eater was trying to do. Many speculations went around the staff, but nobody would voice them, especially since the last time anyone tried Doumbledore had been displeased and "disappointed", as he had said, that anyone could think such things of good old Severus.

It had taken him twelve years, but he had finally managed to complete his research and get all of the necessary ingredients ready for his task. In his mind and heart no amount of effort and sacrifice would ever be too much if he could see her, hear her, hold her, just one more time... He was prepared to give all of his life into bringing her back, because without her, life had no purpose. And so he began the intricate task of mixing ingredients and potions to get just the right potion that would bring her back into the world.

The only method he had found to bring back a person, with their body and soul intact, as he wanted her, was a very complex series of potions that at the end would be mixed together. It also required a complex incantation and very large amounts of magic. It was obvious this procedure was not intended to be made by ordinary wizards, since only a wizard with great magical powers and knowledge would be able to go through with it There was even a warning as how easily the whole procedure could be ruined causing not only the lost of the person who's life was trying to be restored, but also the lost of the enchanter's life. The book also presented graphical examples of the horrid creatures that could end as the result of mispronouncing the incantation. Severus was not phased by this, his years as a Death Eater had left him immune to this sort of things and he was more than confident in his magical abilities.

As he stared at the bubbling cauldron, filled with the most intricately and mysterious potion he had ever made, he felt pride on his potion skills. He was sure that he could count with his hand the number of wizards who would have been able to concoct such a complicated potion. But as inflated as his ego was at this moment he couldn't let it distract him, he needed all of his attention on the current procedure. He took a deep breath and started the chant. It took only a few seconds before he could feel the surge of magic filling the room. Slowly the air filled with light and a silhouette started appearing in front of him.

The translucent figure of a woman gradually materialized and he recognize her features, it was Lilly. His spell was working! As he gazed upon her transparent face a tear escaped his eyes. She was as beautiful as he remembered her being, maybe even more than that. He continued with the spell, hoping that she would completely materialize soon. She looked at him, with clear surprise in her expression.

"What have you done Severus?" her voice sounded to him like the song of the most enchanting bird, yet there was obvious worry in it and somehow sadness. But he couldn't stop to answer her questions, he needed to finish the incantation, or all of his work would be lost.

"Can't you see you are putting yourself and Harry in danger? You have to let me go…" but he couldn't, twelve years had not been enough to make him stop felling the way he did. He still missed her everyday and cursed his existence for losing her. He looked at her face once more and saw her frown. How could such a sad face still hold so much beauty, he would never know. She raised her transparent arms toward him and spoke to him softly as if to a child.

"Severus, you can't bring me back as you want…"

As he finished with the incantation, he was surprised to see that she was as transparent as she had been when her form first appeared. He cursed under his breath, what had he done wrong? He had followed all of the instructions! He had mixed all of the ingredients! He had chanted all of the spells! Why hadn't it worked?! He slammed his fist on the table, making bottles and cauldrons shake. As he passed his hands trough his greasy hair in frustration he looked up to see Lilly's form again.

"You haven't done anything wrong." She said calmly.

"Then-" she interrupted him.

"Didn't you hear me, you can't bring me back as you want…"

"But-"

"It doesn't mean it didn't work, it just means… you won't like how this is going to work…you should have stopped… but I guess is too late now…" her transparent form started glowing, brighter and brighter, blinding the potion master, who was used to his dark dungeons.

"Lilly!"

"I'll be back. Don't worry I'll be fine, Sevvy." She said as her form disappeared in an explosion of blinding light.

He woke up the next morning on the floor of his dungeon soaking wet with the contents of the cauldron he had been using for the restoration. He cursed remembering the devastating failure of the night before and he sighed as he noticed the mess it had created around his work place. Yet something that hadn't happen in years occurred, a smile crept to his face as he remembered that for the first time since Lilly's death he had dreamt of something that was actually pleasant and not one of his countless nightmares.

In his dream he was back at that park, the park where he had long ago met a young Lilly and her muggle sister Petunia. He could see that very Lilly playing, smiling, laughing, like she had been so many years ago when he first had met her and fallen for her. Snape was happy to see that Lilly, the one that still treated him as her friend, the one that still wanted to be around him. She reached out to him with tiny hands and said: "Ok, Sevvy! I'll give you a Second Chance. But it won't be easy." She smiled and took his hand. There was clearly a difference in ages there. Her tiny child hand in his big adult one, he couldn't quite understand, but it was only a dream, right? He tried to smile, but only managed an awkward expression, which Lilly must have found funny, because she started laughing at him with a very contagious laughter, so he couldn't help but to laugh too. He lifted her and gave her a piggy back ride making her laugh even more. He was so happy to be there with her that he didn't really care about anything. He just wanted to see her happy, like when they were young.

"I have to go now Sevvy." she said when the laughing and the ride were finished.

"But remember, you will have your second chance." she hugged him and started running away from him to what he remember was the direction of her house.

"I'll see you soon Sevvy!" she waved from a far and disappeared.

When he woke up he could still hear her voice calling his name. And for the first time in years it wasn't in anger or disappointment, but in true happiness and joy. So even if he now was soaking wet and with soreness in muscles he didn't even know he had, he smiled, because somehow she had forgiven him, even if he failed at bringing her back.