Her name was Lily. She had red hair and green eyes and was an impeccable potioneer since her first class. He heard her and her friends talking outside the classroom, wondering why she always got poor marks, wondering why he hated her.
She wanted to be a Healer. Stupid, Hufflepuff girl who had everyone fooled – the brightest, most likable witch of her year. She was going places, they said.
She needed a N.E.W.T. in Potions and he would never – would rather die –
Somehow she pushed through. Somehow she kept coming back to the class, even after he failed her, again and again because she was an overachiever, a self-satisfied brat – anything he could come up with. Because she had almond shaped green eyes and too many similarities….
Finally she bubbled into tears over her boiling cauldron and left her things for her friends to collect. She never came back and Severus felt triumphant at her broken dream, her shattered ideals….
Her name was Lily. She had red hair and green eyes and had only been so bright at Potions because of him.
