Written with a good friend of mine, Sarah, here you go.
In Loving Memory
Chapter one: And So it Ends.
"I'm sorry." Severus Snape looked down at his feet as he spoke.
"I'm not interested." Lily Evans answered, her voice dripping with stoicism.
"I'm sorry!" Snape repeated, grabbing Lily's wrist to stop her from going back
inside as she turned around.
"Save your breath." Lily snapped, wheeling around. "I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here."
"I was. I would have done." Snape said, trying to convince Lily of all he'd do to get her to forgive him. "I never meant to call you, Mudblood, it just —"
out?" Lily's harsh tone contradicted Snape's pleading one.
"It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my
friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious
little Death Eater friends — you see, you don't even deny it! You
don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't
wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?"
As Snape opened and closed his mouth, trying to think of something to say, something to fix it, Lily made her resolve.
"I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine." She hid the pain it caused her to say this to the boy she'd considered her best friend for years. Snape didn't bother to hide the fear as he begged.
"No — listen, I didn't mean —"
to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood,
Severus. Why should I be any different?" With that, Lily swung
around and climbed back into the portrait hole.
On the other side of it was no longer the boy she had learned to trust and had become so close to. He was a man, a monster, enamored with the dark arts. She fell back against it and breathed in and out. Her eyes began to fill and her face became salty wet.
"So Lily, what happened?" Mary was coming down the stairs from the girls dormitory, her long, curly blonde hair bouncing around her face. Lily quickly wiped her tear so as not to let Mary see her crying over the greasy haired Slytherin's lost friendship.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Lily, why did you even talk to him. He's so, weird." Mary said, running over to Lily as soon as she spotted her. "How can he try to talk to you after calling you such an awful thing?!"
"There was a time," Lily said with tears in her eyes, "when he would've said blood didn't matter."
Mary said astonished. "Not care about blood?!"
Lily turned to face the portrait and stared at it, almost as if any second now she would hear, 'Lils?' through it. Her emerald eyes bore into the back of the painting.
be up in a minute, Mary." Lily said, her eyes never leaving the
back of the portrait. With a shrug and a sympathetic look, Mary left
Lily to her thoughts.
Mary had never understood why she associated with Severus Snape, and now she couldn't understand why he had the ability to hurt her friend so much. But she didn't know that Snape was still standing outside the portrait, not believing that he had lost his best friend. He finally accepted that he wasn't coming back out, and turned to go back to the Slytherin common room. He walked slowly, wanting least of all to reach his destination. To see his friends now, the friends that caused his best friend to hate him would be to add insult to injury. He wondered why he'd even befriended these boys. He didn't truly believe any of the things he said or laughed at when with them. But Lily didn't understand. She was stronger than he was. She'd be friends with whoever she wanted to and it if someone didn't like it, they could just sod off. But Snape, he was different. He needed to be liked. He'd always needed to be liked. And he'd always gone about it wrongly.
His feet found the puddle in the dungeons before his head wanted him too. He mumbled the password and went into the common room. It was late and he'd half hoped no one would be awake. But a tall blonde boy sat at the center of the room, skimming through a book.
"Where've you been?" He asked.
"Uh…" Snape fumbled, as he thought of something to say. "My cloak."
"Your cloak?" The boy raised an eyebrow.
"Um, yeah…" Snape said. "I left it in the library so I went back…"
"Then where is it?"
"Oh, erm…well it wasn't there."
"Uh huh…" Said the boy, obviously disbelieving.
"Well, then, good night, Lucius." Snape scrambled to his dormitory.
"Severus, where've you been?" A voice asked as Snape crept into the room, where the lights were out, and everyone appeared to be sleeping, except the owner of the voice.
"Never mind, Avery." He snapped and crawled into his own bed. Snape stared up at the ceiling as he thought. He and Lily had been friends from the age of nine, and now, at 15, their 5th year of Hogwarts…it was all over. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, really. Not with his best friend gone.