A/N: Just a short drabble scene that I've not been able to get out of my mind. Been thinking about Snapes feelings towards Lily & James and and how it effects his interactions w/ HP.
I watch a small dark head cross the courtyard, hair flying in every direction, just like his fathers. He turns to a friend and I see his face full on, laughing grin, emerald eyes sparkling. Her eyes, her grin, his hair, his shape. I feel the familiar twist in my gut and the anger once again spills upward.
Yesterday's Potions class brought a disturbing self revelation. I'm crueler to him when he reminds me of Lily, when he reminds me of what I lost. They all believe I hate him because of James. The truth is pitifully ironic. I can easily forgive him for being James son; I may never forgive him for not being mine.