"When do you want to leave?"
Severus blinked in bewilderment: What a stupid question. When do you want to leave? When do you want to leave to change the outcome to an event that could very possibly change the outcome of your life, Severus?
"Perhaps we'll wait for the passports to arrive via mail." Severus replied sarcastically. The illustration drew her eyebrows up in surprise.
"Really?' she responded sincerely. 'I sincerley thought that you'd want to go as soon as possibl- Oh, I forgot. You're known for your sarcasm, aren't you?"
Severus was stunned at both the ignorance and at the supernatural features of this girl. Nevertheless, he overcame his curiosity and shock within the next moment, and replied:
"Yes, I'd like to go, thanks."
"Well, hang on, then." she responded.
It was a spectacular sensation: it was as if his entire body was being splinched. Severus looked down at his feet, and nearly dropped the book. He was slowly apparating, from the bottom to top. And in no time, Severus Snape had disappeared entirely from his home on Spinner's End.
Four years earlier, in a sunny courtyard at an elusive school in Scotland, a sallow teenager was appearing just as he had disappeared from his home at age 20. Once fully present, and fully aware of his new surroundings, he looked down at himself. He was still dressed in black robes: like the ones on his young adult self, these robes were buttoned to the chin, despite the intense early summer heat.
The red book lay open at his side: he knew that it was the book, for it lacked any cover decoration. However, page 204 no longer had an ink sketch of the face of a young girl. Instead, complicated instructions and diagrams on the transformation of werewolves took her face's place. Unexplained worry filled Severus' 15 year old body.
"Are you still there?"
"Yes, I am.' said the tiny visage of the fully transformed werewolf on page 205. 'I think as long as you keep whatever I am with you, you should be okay. Otherwise, you cou-"
Severus shut the book tight. Was that red haired girl Lily Evans? No, it was some angry Hufflepuff boy. But the four approaching assholes were who Severus suspected they were.
It was then that it occurred to Severus that he may want to leave before they got any closer. He collected the O.W.L. papers scattered around him, and pushed them hastily into his book bag. But Severus was not fast enough.
"All right, Snivellus?' said James Potter loudly. Behind him were his usual flunkies: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew.
Severus' initial reaction came so quickly that in moments he had pulled out his wand from inside of his robes: the hatred and loathing that came with the knowledge that this was the father of Lily Evans' first child only filled Severus with intense amounts of rage that masked any possible guilt that would come with James' inevitable murder.
However, James was too wand was already out before Severus': with a lazy wave, he disarmed the opponent.
Severus watched his wand fly twelve feet into the air and land with a thud in the grass behind him. He whipped his head around when James' right hand man barked with laughter.
Glaring, Severus dove towards his wand.
But James was quick again, and knocked Severus off his feet with "Impedimenta!"
A crowd of students had gathered to watch the action. Though some looked apprehensive, many of them looked thoroughly entertained.
Severus struggled on the ground. Out of breath, he panted, watching as both James and Sirius approached with their wands raised: James turning his head now and then to look at some girls by the lake's edge. Pettigrew, still a good distance away from the action, was edging around Lupin for a better view.
"How'd the exam go, Snivelly?" said James. Severus frowned at the pair, and didn't say a word, mainly because this event had happened almost five years ago, and he could no longer remember the process of his O.W.L. exams.
"I was watching him, his nose was touching the parchment,' said Sirius viciously. 'There'll be great grease marks all over it, they won't be able to read a word."
Several people watching laughed: Pettigrew was among them, his sniggers shrill and highly distinguishable. Severus struggled harder to get up: if he could not use magic to kill Potter, he'd use brute force. The spell, however, seemed to be siding with James, and refused to let Severus move.
"You - wait,' panted Severus. He looked at James with deep loathing, both from the constant reminders that he had won Lily's heart instead of Severus, and with the memories of all the teasing that Severus had endured for seven years, brought alive by this attack. 'you - wait!"
"Wait for what?' Sirius answered coolly. 'What're you going to do, Snivelly, wipe your nose on us?"
All hexes and all the curse words that came to Severus in that moment flowed from his mouth: as he had yet to perfect the art of wandless magic, and as he was not in the recommended state of mind, all that came out were obscenities and powerless hexes.
"Wash out your mouth,' James scolded coldly. 'Scourgify!"
That particular incident had haunted Severus several times since it happened in his fifth year. The pink soap that cleaned his mouth tasted terrible, and frothed easily. Severus could feel the foam dripping from his mouth, and into his throat. His throat swelled, and he coughed, desperate for air… What a mistake to come back in time, to relive the worst moments of his life. It was almost not worth the pain and humiliation of his school years. That was, until, she arrived.
"Leave him ALONE!"
A/N: Thanks again to those who have read and commented on the past two chapters. I understand that the past three chapters have focused solely on SnapexLily, but I am planning on devoting other chapters on other relationships of characters in the novel that didn't happen. The chapters would not be big lipped alligator moment's, so they will have importance to the plot and or story. I may even name them differently so that you can feel free to skip ahead to the following chapter. What I'm saying is, please leave your opinions in the reviews, or send me a personal message.