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He was always watching her. Not a day went by that Severus Snape didn't watch the redheaded Gryffindor as she studied in the library, or talked with friend. She would sit under that tree by the lake, her silky, vibrant sheet of crimson hair whipping around her pale features in the wind.
He loved Lily. He had loved her since he first laid eyes on her. He knew that it was wrong; Severus was a small, poor, greasy-haired Slytherin. She was a beautiful, kind, intelligent Gryffindor muggle-born. But how could he stop himself from falling in love with her?
She was everything that was good. She was everything he wanted. Yet, he had treated her like dirt because of their blood. Because she had been raised by muggles, because she had their blood, he had destroyed everything.
Then he stepped in. James Potter. He took away Lily, tore her from him. Severus despised him for it, the one who stole Lily, his Lily Evans.
And now, as Severus lay in the Shrieking Shack, he looked at the boarded window, the one he had shown Lily their second year together, as blood poured from his throat, staining the old wooden floors a deep crimson. He imagined it as Lily's hair. Her beautiful, delicate, silken hair spread across the dusty floor.
His fist closed around her hair, wanting to feel the soft strands one last time before he slipped away…but she wasn't there.
Her son was, though; Lily's son; Lily's eyes.
"Look at me."