Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Nor do I wish to. I do, however, wish to own Severus Snape. And Draco Malfoy. And Lucius Malfoy. And Bartemius Crouch Jr. (But only the David Tennant version. Movie version.)
Author's Note: Severus was my favorite character in HP, when I was reading it, and I was so for the fact that he was played out to be the bad guy, although I always knew he was a good guy (since Dumbly believed in him and all). I will admit, I did cry when he died. I read that book in 10 hours straight, the night it came out. Quite amazing...
Severus Snape opened his eyes, stirring from what felt like a long nap. He looked straight up into the blue sky, watching the clouds float by peacefully. What a nice scenery it was. It almost made dying worth it.
Wait, was he dead? Last thing he could remember was- Nothing. He racked his brains, trying to think why he was here. Before coming here, he could barely remember anything. But he knew it wasn't this beautiful, was it? It was-
Dark. He was in a forest. And he was dying of poison from a snake bite. And the last thing he saw was-
Green. He thought. My favorite color.
Yes, those huge green eyes belonging to his first and only love. No, they weren't hers. He remembered, as his head started to clear up. No, it had been the eyes of her son. The son that should have been his. Instead, that bastard had-
Green He thought again, as two green orbs came into view over his head, floating only a few inches above his head.
"Thank you, Potter." Severus muttered, finally remembering his last seconds with the boy. He closed his eyes. Green was such a beautiful color.
Severus opened his eyes again. Those green eyes were still there, except that they were accompanied with the most radiant smile he could ever have imagined.
"Really, Severus, when did you start calling me by my surname?
A female voice. Severus tried to focus on the eyes, for they were too close, and too beautiful for him to concentrate on anything else. But that voice, that voice was so familiar. He knew who it was instantly.
"Lily?" he whispered, trying to bring his hand up to her face. He found himself as stiff as a board, not being able to move his limbs at all. "Is this real?"
"Depends on what you think real is." The face disappeared from above him, and Severus wanted to cry out immediately, to call for it to come back. He squirmed, trying to raise himself up on his hands, but with no luck. It was as if he was petrified. Luckily, the voice was still there.
"You're gonna be a bit stiff, for at least a few more minutes." Lily's wonderful voice spoke to him. "That's the rigor mortis fading away as your body gets used to this place." Severus felt a hand on his stiff arm, a warm hand, her hand.
"Where am I?" he asked the sky, since he couldn't turn to see her.
"You're in Essence." Lily said simply, letting her hand wander up and down her old friend's arm, trying to speed up his warming process. "When witches and wizards die, their souls are weighed, and some are sent to Essence." Severus heard a chuckle. "Well, I guess in muggle sense, it's like Heaven."
Severus closed his eyes again. So he really was dead. But Essence? He had done so many bad things in his life, did he really deserve to come here? As if reading his question from his silence, Lily chuckled again.
"No one knows what the criteria is for coming here." she said, slightly sadly, he noticed. "There are those who make mistakes their whole life, but one redeeming event can bring them here. There are those who lived a brilliant adulthood, but since they were not as brilliant as children, they were rejected."
Severus' ears perked up at this. Could that mean what he so hoped it meant? Urging his body to move, he finally steadily sat up, his limbs still creaking and stiff. Looking around, he noticed that he was in a middle of a field, with nothing around them for miles, except a long dirt path. He found Lily sitting on his right, crying softly. He placed a stiff hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him and gave him a small smile.
"I am glad you came here, though, Sev." she said, leaning forward onto him to grasp him tightly into a hug. Awkwardly, Severus returned the hug.
"I'm sorry." he said, simply, for her tears. "Where do they go if not here?" Lily shrugged.
"I haven't the slightest." she said. "It's not like their some great deity overlooking us, telling us the truths of the world and warning us about a worse place." she forced a laugh. "That part is different from the muggle stories. But when you arrive here, you're greeted by the one you cared for the most, given that they died before you. See, we get a notice." she pulled out a small leaflet from her pocket. "I was so glad when I got this, because it meant I was going to be able to see my best friend again." she game him another wan smile, trying to hide her tears.
"So who did you meet?" Severus chanced a question. "I mean, you were muggleborn, and..." he let his voice trail off, not wanting to bring up her husband.
Lily smiled. "You're right, I didn't have anybody here who was close to me. So, Professor Durnage, from Care of Magical Creatures, remember him? He came to see me." Severus made a disgusted face.
"You considered him someone you cared for?" he asked disdainfully. True, that man had always been soft on the red-headed genius, but he had been such a horrible professor, always out drinking, instead of teaching. Severus shook his head and sighed. "So, what happens now?"
Lily stood up and held out a hand to help him stand up.
"Now, we head to our lodgings." she said, cheerful again. "I made up a nice and cozy little room for you in my home. It's a nice place to stay, at least until it's time our time to move back on to the living world." Severus took her hand and stood up. He smiled, the first real smile he had allowed to cross his face since the years of his childhood when he had first met Lily.
"It'll be nice to have another chance with you."
Clasping each other's hand tightly, the two left the field and made the long journey back to Lily's dwelling.