The Ghost of Lily~I Show Not Your Face But Your Heart's Desire~It was winter. Severus Snape stood by the frosted window and looked out over the snow covered grounds of Hogwarts. But he did not see the present - his eyes were looking into a long lost past.Even after all this time, the castle grounds were still filled with her presence. He still saw her footsteps where they had once walked together, felt her shadow beside him in the darkness, and every empty hallway was still ringing with her laughter, haunting him forever.It was here that he had lost her, he knew. In his mind, he had gone over it a million times, done something different, said the words he had not been able to say when it had mattered. But it changed nothing. She was gone, and always would be.He sighed, and turned away from the window. His eyes fell on an object on the far side of the dark room. It was tall and hidden beneath a cloth, and looked like a large painting of some kind. Snape walked towards it and eyed it with susp
AfternoonThat afternoonWhen I was walkingIn darknessAnd you came- unknowing -To talk to meAnd you told me- between the lines -That you stillBelieved in meThat afternoonI loved you.And it is notThe kind of loveWhich possessesNor the kindWhich conquers and claimsIt is simplyThe truthOf one afternoonAnd a momentOf your lifeEntangled with mine.
Dumbledore's FarewellIt was a warm summer evening. Severus Snape was standing at the window looking into a fiery sunset when he heard someone at the door. He knew immediately who his visitor was, and what he had come for."Is it time?" Snape asked, without averting his gaze."Yes, Severus. It is time," said Albus Dumbledore. "I am leaving soon, and if I return, I fear there will be little time for goodbyes." He spoke in a light and matter-of-fact voice that did not match the seriousness of his words, as if he might have been talking about a Quidditch match, or his favourite jelly bean flavour.Snape turned around, despair and revulsion etched into his pale features. "Then I must do it?"Dumbledore nodded. "It is the only way."Snape looked at him for a long moment in silent defiance. The old man held his gaze firmly. His face was more lined than before, and the curse had taken a visible toll on his body, but he had lost none of his dignity and vigour. Finally, Snape caved in. "As you wish," he said flatly.