Title: Snapshot Snape

Pairing: Implied Snape/Lupin

Rating: PG-13 (possibly, I'm terrible at rating)

Author: Me

Summary: From the POV of an anonymous character. Make him/her whoever you want them to be.

A/N: I probably haven't written anything in over a year. Be warned.
Also: Un-beta'd

Picture this.

You hold in your hands a photo album. It is old. The spine is worn, as if it has been opened many times before.

It is a magical album. That is the first thing you notice. It belongs to a witch or wizard. Wizard, you guess, judging by the faded picture of a small boy looking to be around the age of 5. He is not looking at the camera. A veil of glossy black hair masks part of his face; a sharp contrast to his ivory complexion. An intense black eye swivels to glare at you from beneath a curtain of dark lashes. He appears to be scowling at you.

Charming lad, you think, sarcastically.

You stare. He glares.
You turn the page.

It's the boy again. The photo appears to be slightly newer. The boy appears to have doubled in age. 10? 11? You notice the Hogwarts uniform. 11. You spy the crest on his chest. Slytherin. What a surprise, you think, sarcastically. The boy appears unaware of your presence this time. He is not looking in your direction. Only his (abnormally large) nose is visible. You snigger.

Another page.

The boy again, lying under a tree in what appears to be Hogwarts grounds. No one else is around. He is not scowling.

You turn the page.

He's hiding behind a tree. The same one? A trio of boys are sitting by the lake in the background. He is staring in their direction. You look at his face. Longing. You frown.
You turn the pages, over and over. Past many photographs. Always, he is looking away. Unaware.

You pause near the end of the book. He's looking straight at you, eyes wide. He appears surpised.

You blink. He blinks.
You turn the page.

You drop the book.

He's naked.
Your eyebrow rises in disbelief. You blush, grab the book and slam it closed.

A loose picture floats out. You pick it up and turn it over. The other eyebrow goes up. It's a different boy. Not pale, black haired and with black eyes. Tanned, brown hair, almost golden eyes stare at you in surprise. Then he smiles.

You turn the photo over.

Dear Remus,
Got you.
,Severus