Lily despised this, this being on opposite sides of this whole crazy battle called life as Severus, the only friend she had ever had, ever wanted. But now, they weren't friends. They weren't acquaintances. They were enemies. If only he hadn't said those words. Why did he have to call her those names? There was no need. No one forced him. She could still hear the voice echoing in her mind, ringing in her ears. "..Mudblood.."

She couldn't take the self-torture. Frustration took hold as she slammed her palm down on the table. It made a loud noise, but no one else was in her dorm or in the dorms next to her. There was no one in the Gryffindor corridors whatsoever on this night; Quidditch held all of them. It was, after all, the final game for the year, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, for the cup. Lily thought about going, but she didn't want to see Potter or Black. Not yet. She couldn't do it just yet. Still the words echoed. "..Mudblood.."

Tears slipped out from under her control and dotted her cheeks. She felt that if she didn't tell someone how she felt, she might explode. But her only friend was against her now. There was only one other to tell. She grabbed her quill and a scrap of paper and scribbled down her feelings in the form as if she was addressing Severus during a time he was her friend. The words became poetry as more followed.

~Sev~

The most curious thing happened today.

That Potter boy that we despise.

Had you hanging in the air high.

I offered help, you made it this way.

You shouted, screamed, pushed me away.

The cruelest thing happened today.

That Potter boy played a game.

You were the pawn, but you called the name.

You were so angry, but you didn't have to say.

You called me "Mudblood," and I ran away.

The most dreadful event occurred today.

For the first time, you made me cry.

You made wish that I could die.

You broke my trust, and it's easy to say

Everything good has gone away.

The greatest thing happened today.

I found out who you really are.

I cannot be stretched to bend that far.

Remember, you have chosen the way.

The one I knew, Sev-- He died today.

Looking at the paper, Lily noticed odd blotches that weren't there a moment ago, and she unwillingly laughed at herself when she realized what they were. They were splatter marks from where her tears had fallen while writing down her thoughts. He had to see this, Lily realized. He had to know she felt. Lily grabbed her coat and sweater and flew down the stairs and out of the Gryffindor Common Room. She was going to the Quidditch match. She was going to find her ex-best friend.

She half-saw him. Then she shoved through the crowd, careless as to what those she shoved were thinking about her. This was much more important. "Snape!" she shouted, but the yells of the excitement drowned her out. He seemed to be walking in the opposite direction of the crowd, so pursuit was rather difficult, but Lily kept a good look on him to not lose him, and eventually, the stream of people withered until there was no one left but him and her.

He hadn't heard her. He didn't even hear her behind him now. It wasn't until she shouted again. "Snape!" she yelled, "Face me!" At first, all he did was flinch in surprise, but then he snapped around to find the furious red-head. He opened his mouth, but Lily cut him off and wouldn't let him speak. "Don't talk! Read!" Without a further word or explanation, she threw the waded up piece of paper at his face then spun around on her heels and stormed away. He unfolded, and as he read, a tear made its way down his cheek.