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Sep 14 '12

Harry Potter Fan Fic

Harry Potter approached Dumbledore’s Pensieve, and grabbed a vile that was labeled Lily [Evans] Potter’s Memory.  Before he poured her memory in the Pensieve, he studied the vile for a moment, pondering on what her memories may contain.  He stuck his head in, and started flowing into her memory—like a warm day dream.  

The memory placed him at the same meadow that he saw in Snape’s memory when he first met his mother.  Lily (in her early twenties), lying on the grass gazing at the night sky with a much younger Snape, watching fireflies buzzing around them.  ”Lily?” Snape mumbled.  ”Yes, Severus?”  Lily said, as she turned her head to look at him.  As he stared into her eyes, she smirked.  Snape paused briefly before forcing himself to speak.  ”Do you really love him?” Snape said.  He hated James, and she knew it, but would never speak ill will towards her.

"Yes.  I do.  I know the both of you haven’t had the best interaction with each other, but deep down—he’s a good man.  And I think you would like him, if you gave him a chance."

"Maybe…  Lily, I must tell you something.  Something that you may not want to hear, or something that you may already know.  I know things are serious with him, but I must tell you.  While there’s still time.”

"What is it Severus?  Are you upset with me?  Because you know…"

"It’s not that.  Ever since that I first met you, I knew right then that you would always be in my life.  Tangled into my soul like a spiderweb.  Our friendship that we have, it’s beautiful.  You’re the family I never had.  I cherish it.  And over the years, as we grew older, the more I realized that my love for you has blossomed.  I tried to ignore my feelings, by telling myself that you’re my best friend, that we could never be—but you can be in denial for so long before your dreams start to haunt you.  I know you, inside and out.  You twirl your hair through your fingers when you’re nervous.  You bite your lower lip whenever someone compliments you.  And whenever someone mentions your sister, you try to hide your feelings but deep down—you’re sad because you wish your were able to have a better relationship with her.  I love you, Lily.  I have always loved you.  And it doesn’t matter that you don’t feel the same way, because it’s written all over your face.  But I had to tell you.  And no matter what, you’ll always be my best friend.”

"Oh, Severus…"

"I’m not done.  Before you marry him, you must do this for me.”

"For you, anything."

"I need about tree fiddy."

That’s when Harry realized that Snape was an eight story tall crustacean from the Palezoic era.  That fucking Loch-Ness monster had tricked him again!

(Source: prom-night-dumpster-baby)

Feb 2 '12