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LILY'S P.O.V

I've been in the library for five hours and there's nothing on Epiphanies of the Soul. Zilch. Nada. None. Not even Madam Pince has ever heard of it, I was in such desperation that I asked Madam Pince. She told me she didn't know what in Merlin's name I was talking about, because she had no idea what it was. To make matters worse, James showed up and I was forced to end my search for answers. I didn't want him knowing I'd overheard them that would be awkward.

"Hey Evans," I ignore him. "Evans, Evans, hey Evans! Evans!"

I roll my eyes and lift my head up from my Transfiguration homework and pull a patronising smile. "What?"

"I don't understand why atoms have no charge."

I sigh, because he's been studying the basics of Fundamental Chemistry and doesn't seem to understand it at all.

"Atoms don't have a charge unless they form ions. Atoms have no negative or positive charge because the number of electrons and protons are equal."

"So… it has nothing to do with neutrons?"

"No, neutrons have no charge – they're neutral. When atoms that don't have a full outer shell gain or lose an electron, they gain a charge."

"So what happens with CO2?"

"That's a covalent bond, when a non-metal and another non-metal bond together, that's different. You're looking at ionic bonding, so why don't you draw the ionic structure of Potassium Oxide?"

"How d'you do that again?"

"Potassium is 'K' and oxygen is 'O', you can draw dot-cross diagrams for the elements, look, I'll show you…"

I lean over and do a quick sketch of the ion potassium, with its charge.

"…so you need two potassium atoms because oxygen needs to gain two to obtain a full outer shell. Are you with me?"

"Yeah, so potassium has a charge of +?"

"Yeah, K+. Do you get it now?"

"I think so; I don't know why you find this easy."

"It's easier than Physics."

"No, Physics is maths with a point."

I laugh and he pushes his hair back, I feel my throat contract. Why does he have to be so gorgeous? Wait, hang on Lily, you don't think he's gorgeous; you think he's an arrogant swine. Remember that.

"What are you doing in the library anyway?"

"Um, homework," I offer, feebly.

"Sure," he narrows his eyes but doesn't push it.

I sit in silence for a while and he starts rocking on his chair. Gently at first, and then he swings to and throw more violently, the chair squeaking. I raise my head, irritated.

"Will you stop that?"

"Stop what? Looking fantastically irresistible, breathing, seeing, hearing… So vague, Lily, I don't understand why you can't just get to the point."

"You know full well what, stop swinging on your chair."

"Why? It's not hurting you, is it?"

"No, but it's hurting my concentration and Madam Pince's patience."

"If it really bothers you that much…"

He desists, and I get back to my essay. I hear the sound of sliding and see James sliding up and down the bookcases on the ladder. He throws his arms and head back, embracing the wind ridiculously. I can't help laughing.

"What are you doing?" I ask, pulling myself together.

"I'm doing that thing in that film. You know, the one with the ice and the boat."

"Titanic?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"Why?"

"I dunno, I felt like it."

"You can't do something just because you felt like it."

"Why not?"

"Because it would be havoc. Imagine if we all went around doing exactly what we wanted to do without thinking about everyone else."

He climbs down the ladder and looks at me pityingly.

"You know your problem, Evans? You worry too much. You need to liven up a bit, think of yourself for a change."

"First of all, you can never worry too much and second of all, I'm plenty lively and some of us like to be considerate."

"I think there's a difference between letting people walk all over you and being considerate. You're too lily-livered."

"Are you calling me a coward, Potter?"

"So what if I am?"

"Maybe we have a problem."

"Oh I think that's pretty clear."

"You think so?"

"That I do, Evans, that I do."

"What's the problem, then?"

"Well, sweetheart –"

"Don't call me 'sweetheart.'"

"Sweetheart, the problem is that you won't go out with me."

"I don't see how not going out with you is cowardly and if you call me sweetheart one more time, I will hex you into oblivion."

"Not going out with me is cowardly because you're not embracing your true feelings, you're too worried about what other people want from you, shouldn't you be thinking about what you want… sweetheart?"

I eye him venomously; I don't want another God-damn person telling me how to feel. I walk away from him, grab my books and stalk out the library.

"Hey, Evans! Where're you going? I didn't offend you, did I?"

"Oh, don't worry about it, Potter. I just don't like being told how to feel."

"That's not fair, I was telling the truth, you do feel that way, right?"

"I'm not talking to you about this, Potter."

"Why not?"

"Because I might say something I don't want to."

"But Evans, I wanted –"

"Good bye, Potter."

I leave to the Gryffindor Common Room but just as I turn the corner, I come face-to-face with Severus Snape. I gasp and drop my stuff and bend down to pick it up. He doesn't leave. He stammers, unable to form any words.

"Is there something you wanted to say?" I ask coldly.

"N-n-n… Y-y-yes…"

I brush past him and he grabs my wrist, pulling me back.

"Let go, Severus," I snarl at him.

"I can't, I have to… Bellatrix… Malfoy…"

"You don't have to do everything they say, Severus."

"You don't understand."

"I understand you're hurting my wrist, let go."

"I have to do this, to prove myself."

"What do you mean 'prove yourself'?"

"I h-h-have to, Lily. I-I'm sorry."

"Whoa, what are you going to do?"

I don't have time to scream, Severus clamps my hands behind my back, gags me and drags me down the corridor. He keeps mumbling about being sorry and proving himself. The whole time, all I can think is: am I going to die? It was hard to believe that Severus Snape, my once only friend at Spinner's End would do such a thing. I struggle relentlessly but Severus has become stronger than I thought. I keep punching him and wriggling but he holds onto me with a vice-like grip.

We stop outside the Room of Requirement, he blinds me and puts a binding curse on me; not allowing me to move at all. I can't scream, I can't struggle, I can't control my movements, I can't see and I can't escape. Severus casts a charm and my motionless body follows him through the door, or where I imagine the door would be. I hold my breath.

A/N: Bam-bam-bam! I know this isn't cannon and that it's unusual and odd and Severus would never do that! But... maybe he's being controlled by his fear, or by an Imperious curse, or maybe... I'm gonna shut up, now. Just remember, Jily will happen and Severus is not the bad guy - he's just a bit of a coward.