My Misguided Friend

I remember when Severus Snape was my newest friend. Petunia told me horrible things about his family; she told me not to trust him but somehow, I knew I could. We'd sit in the grass by the playground and he'd tell me about magic and Hogwarts. He'd show me how to do incredible things, and reassure me when I was worried that I wouldn't be good at magic. I grew closer to him and to the wizarding world, and grew apart from my sister, Petunia, who had been my best friend… before. We both received our letters on the same day, although mine came with Professor McGonagall to explain things to my parents. We went to Diagon Alley together to buy our things, and we talked excitedly of the years to come.

I remember when Severus Snape was my best friend. We set off Hogwarts together. My heart dropped when the Sorting Hat placed him in Slytherin, and me in Gryffindor. But we found ways to spend time together anyway. In Potions (where members of our Houses sneered at one another through the fumes), we were partners, and we stunned Professor Slughorn with our combined aptitude. During mealtimes, we would sometimes leave our other friends and the long tables that separated us to walk along the lake with scraps nicked from the Great Hall. Those were times of innocence, where differences in House, friends, and personality meant nothing. Soon, though, the difference in our ideology became too much to ignore.

I remember when Severus Snape was my most troubled friend. I stuck by him, despite his other friends. I pretended that I didn't mind that he didn't stick up for me when they jeered as I walked past. They were creepy and evil, and I was worried about what sort of effect they'd have on him.

I remember when Severus Snape was my former friend. I remember when the dreaded word slipped from his lips and I knew that I'd lost him. For the first time in our friendship, I hated him. I hated him for the path he'd chosen. Because I didn't like where he was headed, and I knew he wouldn't be coming back any time soon. He tried apologizing, but I knew it was too late. I hated him for months, because I cared about him. He was heading down the road to self-destruction, so it was easier to hate him than to care and watch him fall. But I couldn't hate him for long.

I remember when Severus Snape was my lost friend. I watched him from afar, as he sank deeper and deeper into the Dark Arts. I knew that there was no way for me to help him. Even if we were still friends, I couldn't have saved him from that fall. And if we were still friends, I may have been dragged down with him. After Hogwarts, he and I went our very separate ways. I joined the Order of the Phoenix, and he joined the Death Eaters. I married James, he stayed single. I tried to forget about him, since he'd obviously forgotten me.

I also remember the night Severus Snape redeemed himself in my eyes. Dumbledore told James and I that we were in danger, and needed to go into hiding. He told us of two traitors: one from our side and one from theirs. He told us that a former Death Eater had risked life and limb to deliver information to us. He couldn't tell us who it was, but somehow I just knew.

Well, there you have it. Another oneshot. A character study that wouldn't leave me alone until I'd written it. Hope you liked it. Let me know!