I own nothing. Not the lyrics, not the characters.

For the iPod Shuffle Challenge on HPFC. My prompt was "Someone like you" by Adele.

Yes, I know. The genders are backwards in the lyrics. Kindly ignore that. Thanks :D

The italics (within the narration, not the lyrics) are Severus's thoughts (well, more like the snarky git in his head), which is why they're... Second-person-ish.

"Irreplaceable"

I heard that you settled down

That you found a girl and you're married now.

I heard that your dreams came true.

Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.

Watching Lily Evans – no, it's Potter now – get married was the hardest thing Severus Snape ever did. He did it though, because they were best friends once, and, whatever they are now, what they once were still matters to him.

Judging by the way her eyes lit up when she saw him, he thinks maybe it matters to her, too – and thank Merlin for that.

She looks beautiful in white – always has, always will. Her fiery red hair spills stubbornly out of the up-do on her head, and her green eyes sparkle and dance.

And when she looks at James Potter, some part of him dies – so much of you is dead, nowadays – because she never once looked at him like that, no matter how much he wanted her to.

Old friend, why are you so shy?

Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.

She doesn't come to see him. She doesn't talk to him. She nods in his direction – once, only oncebut she doesn't come over to talk to him. She laughs with Potter and his friends, and she talks to her friends, Alice and Marlene, but she doesn't come to talk to him.

You don't deserve her – that's the thought he can't get out of his head. Potter doesn't deserve her, but he himself doesn't deserve her either. She deserves so much better than either of them.

But she's shying away from him – serves you right – and he can't bring himself to seek her out because if she won't come talk to him, she doesn't want to, and he won't force her.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited

But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.

I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded

That for me it isn't over.

More than one person accuses him of wedding crashing – and that's only counting out loud. He can see it in their eyes, they're all asking themselves, 'What's he doing here?'

But it's not true; she did send him an invitation. He's not sure she told Potter, though, because a shock of surprise when through his eyes when he first noticed.

And he wanted to refuse the invitation, but it was from her, and he could never say no to her – because you're weak.

And he wonders if maybe some part of him thought that showing up, seeing her, having her see him, would change her mind – of all the stupid, idiotic things

But seeing him changes nothing, and she marries Potter with a smile on her face.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you too

Don't forget me, I beg

It sounds like a lie, even to himself, but despite everything, he's happy she's happy. Watching her happy – seeing those emerald eyes glow – it's always ignited something inside him, since the very beginning, and when she smiles the corners of his mouth quirk up, just a little bit, without fail – so weak. So, so weak.

I remember you said,

"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,

Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,"

Yeah.

It hurts. The pain is nearly unbearable, but he's no stranger to pain – and that's an understatement. He takes the pain and crumples it into a little ball and tosses in the depths of his brain – it's getting a little crowded back there because there's so much of it.

You know how the time flies

Only yesterday was the time of our lives

We were born and raised

In a summer haze

Bound by the surprise of our glory days

He wishes, sometimes – but only ever in the solitude of your own flat– that they could go back to those innocent summer days. The days when they could pass a lazy afternoon just soaking up the sun. Where they never had to talk – but you always wanted to and they could just lie there and enjoy each other's presence.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited

But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.

I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded

That for me it isn't over.

He feels like this is wrong. He's standing on her doorstep, trying to warn her, and he feels like he's doing something wrong – that's because you want to so much more than warn her.

It's pathetic. He's had five years to get over her – but you can't, can you? So weak.

Finally, he knocks. Potter answers the door, a sneer on his face – you deserve it.

Still, Potter's tone is civil when he asks, "Why are you here?"

He fidgets. "I'm sorry. It's just… can I come in?"

Pathetiche can't even come up with a coherent sentence. Potter looks as though he's thinking the same thing, and wondering why on earth he should let him in, but he's Potter, and such a Gryffindor, so he does.

"Thank you," he murmurs – because you're pathetic and can't come up with anything better.

Potter just nods.

She's there. He hadn't expected how much it would affect him to see her with a baby bump – because you're weak.

He explains to them that they're in danger. Some – stupid, foolish – part of him wants her to see him as the hero, risking his life to tell her this – but of course she doesn't.

He explains that they really need to go into hiding, because when the Dark Lord decides on a target, he doesn't stop until that target is dead. He's calm and collect, but inside he's shaking – because they don't know, they don't know how he is, they don't know how serious this is, and what if they die, she dies, because he can't convey the severity?

Never mind, I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you too

Don't forget me, I beg

I remember you said,

"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

Walking out of their house, he knows it's all out of his hands now, but those hands are trembling for her. He can't have her, she's not a part of his life anymore, but he still can't imagine a world that she's not in. He can't even think the word – so pathetic, so weakdead. He can't imagine a world where she's dead. She's so vibrant, so full of life, that it feels to him that if she died, she'd take all of the life in the world with her.

Nothing compares

No worries or cares

Regrets and mistakes

They are memories made.

Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

He begs the Dark Lord for her life. The taste of pleas feels so wrong on his tongue, because he never begs, not for anything – but you'll do it for her.

He won't be able to live with himself if he's the reason she dies.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you

Don't forget me, I beg

I remember you said,

"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

He tells the Lucius, when he asks, that her death doesn't matter, because she never mattered in particular – lies, all lies – and he can so easily find someone like her. He tells Lucius that she's replaceable – but she's not.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you too

Don't forget me, I beg

I remember you said,

"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,

Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

For him, it hurts. Love always hurts.