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A/N: Finally, we have some character development for the eldest Snape. She will play a more active role in this story soon...

Many thanks to my wonderful beta reader, Brittny!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is copyrighted to and belongs to JK Rowling. I own none of her associated characters. New characters belong to me.

Chapter 14: Lily Eileen Snape

"James! For goodness' sake!"

Lily eyed her good friend imploringly, her eyes wide with dread and reproach. She fumbled with her scarab beetles, crushing their shells as carefully as possible, but kept losing her concentration at the immature sight before her.

James Potter snickered and ran his fingers through his tousled, dark brown hair, which Lily thought was considerably long and in need of a cut. He gave her a wry half-smile before abruptly turning around to make sure the Potions professor—Uncle Severus, rather—was not nearby. Surely he was not, for both James and Lily would have heard that deep, dangerous growl instantly.

Severus was on the opposite end of the Potions lab, scrutinizing and remarking upon a few third year Gryffindors' Wit-Sharpening Potions, all of which Lily could gather her father thought to be "poorly concocted," to say the least. The eldest Snape was relieved that his back was turned and his attention otherwise engaged, although she swore most times her father had eyes in the back of his head because virtually nothing escaped his notice. Nothing.

Thus, she was grateful that Severus had apparently not seen the assortment of scarab beetles James was chucking at another friend at their table, Liam Finkle. The last thing she wanted was to get herself or any of her friends in trouble, but James was wrapped up in a playful sport with Liam, a skinny boy of medium stature with dirty blonde hair and freckles, and neither would heed any pleas Lily made.

"Stop it, would you?" she exclaimed in a hushed whisper, whipping her head back and forth between them, her body rigid at the onset of what she knew would happen if they did not desist. "You're going to get yourselves in trouble, and then there will be nothing I can do to help you!"

James cackled but then quickly stifled his laughter. Liam was also trying to contain himself and concentrate on his potion, which Lily lamented was not even close to the proper temperature expressly outlined in their textbook. Her potion was not looking that fabulous either, for that matter. The hue was marginally off and the ingredients were not brewed to perfection. Something was not right, but she could not put her finger on it.

Lily secretly begrudged Severus for attesting to her errors once he reached their table. She peered over at James's potion, which was the only one that looked relatively acceptable. It was certainly the best of the three, and Lily's face flushed at the boy one-upping her when it was always the opposite in their other subjects.

Lily brushed back her perfectly woven curls and tried to focus, her brow furrowed in anxiety at the imperfect potion in front of her. She did not understand why her father was making them brew such a complicated potion, as Wit-Sharpening was usually reserved for fourth years, and she concluded that either the Potions Master was out to embarrass the whole lot of them or drive home the point that a few of the more cocky students in her class were not as advanced Potion-makers as they thought. Neither of these applied to Lily, of course, but she was frustrated, nevertheless.

She could hear Severus's voice drawing closer as the dark wizard ambled about the room, offering only cool remarks to the Gryffindors, whilst several Slytherins in the class were earning higher marks. Lily stared down at her potion in disgust.

Ugh! Dad's going to be so displeased, she bemoaned to herself.

James threw another few scarab beetles at Liam, one of which flew into the boy's potion. His round face contorted in frustration, and he threw down his stirring rod.

"Oh, c'mon, mate!" Liam groaned softly, though he had already given up on attempting to receive decent marks for their assignment.

James sniggered again a little too loudly, and Lily gritted her teeth in response. "Cut it!" she hissed, hearing Severus's low voice cease talking two tables away.

Lily could not see if Severus was glancing their way, but did she need to. She could sense it with every tense bone in her body. James grunted awkwardly and stirred his potion, shifting his eyes between his textbook and the ingredients, whilst Lily glared at him out of the corner of her eyes.

The professor in black suddenly emerged between his daughter and the Potter boy, analyzing them curiously, though it was difficult to tell beneath his reserved, cold exterior. Lily peeked over to find Severus surveying James's potion from behind the boy's back with his usual scowl.

"Not very impressive, Potter," he stated darkly, though Lily knew that to hardly be the case.

James Potter's potion was certainly better than most other students' attempts including many of the Slytherins. The eldest Potter adjusted his head and gave the man he knew relatively well a puzzled glance, but he did not say anything or offer a reply, much to Lily's relief.

"Perhaps you should spend less time goofing off in this class and make more of an effort to apply yourself. Otherwise, you have no business being here. I won't tolerate obnoxious twits in my classroom, is that understood?"

James abruptly turned around, his face losing its previous glow. The glare he received from Uncle Severus was stern and unforgiving, and thus, the third year turned around and resumed stirring his potion quietly, no longer in cheerful spirits.

"Very well," Severus sneered before swiftly moving on to Liam.

The Gryffindor boy peered at the floor, terrified to meet Severus's gaze, a sight that made Lily quite unhappy to witness. She disliked how frightened Liam was of her father. He really was not so bad, if given the chance. Even James knew that. Why could others not see it? More to the point, why did her father feel the need to continue putting up a loathsome pretense that kept everyone at bay and all the students tittering about him behind his back?

Don't think about that, Lily. Dad wouldn't want you to...

Even though she was quite immune to the nasty comments now, the prepossessing youth could remember many times—particularly throughout much of her first year—when almost every unfriendly remark she overheard about her father sent her into a downward spiral. All she seemed to do that term was cry and defend him. It had been a never-ending cycle.

"Mr. Finkle," Severus declared, his black eyebrows coming together as he examined the poor boy's terrible blunder, "this temperature is far from adequate. Why on earth did you not add more Ashwinder eggs?"

Liam staggered, trying to find his voice. His blue eyes darted about the floor sheepishly, his face turning red. "I - I..." he stammered.

"The many uses of Ashwinder eggs were taught in your first year, Mr. Finkle. Can you recall, or must I drop you back two grade levels to remind you?"

Lily wanted to object but knew it would only get her in trouble, not to mention she considered it a grave disrespect to her father, regardless of whatever unfriendly remarks he made. She bit her lip hard and looked away from Liam, as the expression on her friend's face was too sad for the compassionate girl to handle.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for your stupidity, Mr. Finkle!" Severus growled, stalking away from the boy with a look of harsh disgust.

Lily sucked in a breath as Severus reared around and slithered up behind her, his overbearing presence looming over her questionable work. For what felt like an eternity to Lily, he did not say anything, but sauntered around her thin, tall frame, inspecting her potion in silence.

Finally, she mustered the strength to peer up at him, an expression of anxiety visible all over her face. What was he thinking? Was he disappointed? Was he going to snub her too, in front of the whole class?

Lily braced herself, her racing mind trying to reconcile her father's teaching methods and the words her mother was always telling her. Whatever ill remarks dripped from Severus's mouth, they were to make her better. Yes, better... Best of intentions... Best of intentions...

"You've used a touch too much of armadillo bile, Miss Snape," he muttered in an unemotional tone, taking Lily's stirring rod from her hand and stirring her potion counterclockwise with a few elegant flicks of his wrist.

A small sigh came from Lily's lips, which did not escape Severus's notice. He watched his daughter's shoulders collapse and handed the rod back to Lily, who reluctantly took it and tried to apply the same graceful brewing motions that he had performed just moments ago.

"See me after class, Miss Snape," Severus offered quietly, so that only the boys at her table would overhear. "I think you will need a few pointers to help guide you through the next batch of potions we will undertake."

Though Lily's cheeks flushed at being singled out, she was privately grateful that her father had not been too tough on her work and was willing to offer her further instruction. She knew that his tone of voice, though strict and authoritative as always, was belied by a quiet sincerity and desire to help, and she was grateful. She had struggled trying to grasp the difficult art of Potion-making since day one.

Lily nodded her head emphatically and gave the professor a meager smile before promptly returning to her brewing. Severus inched away from his daughter rather slowly and wandered over to the next table where a group of Slytherins were gathered. Lily glanced over at him once his back was turned, taking in the sight of his infamous dark robes that glided along the stone floor behind him. His steps were hardly audible as he progressed further away from her and shifted his attention to her other classmates.

Lily knew she owed him a visit and lamented how disappointed he would likely be in her excuse. It had been nearly three weeks since the start of term, and she still had yet to stop by and see him. The nearly fourteen-year-old could sense Severus growing subtly more concerned. Even if he was trying to disguise his apprehensions, Lily knew her father too well to be fooled by his arduous attempts.

"Well, that was nice," James grumbled unpleasantly under his breath, glancing sideways at Lily.

Lily rolled her eyes dramatically. "I told you to stop, James! You know my dad has eyes in the back of his head. You're lucky you didn't get a detention!"

"Yeah, I guess."

James brushed off Lily's valid point and shrugged. Their eyes darted to Liam at the opposite end of the table. He appeared slightly more ashen then before, almost as if he were about to be sick. Lily slunk over to him, careful that her steps were quiet so as not to attract unwanted attention from the grim, somber professor at the next table.

"You all right, Liam?" she offered gently, taking him by the arm.

"Erm, yeah," the blue-eyed boy managed, shifting his weight back and forth as he stared at the floor.

"He doesn't mean it. I promise you."

"Yeah, mate, don't worry about it," James suggested, his voice now serious as he continued to mechanically stir his potion, not paying much attention to what he was doing.

Liam finally looked up and stared at Lily, the pretty, popular Gryffindor whom everyone liked. It was hard to find anything negative to say about Lily Eileen Snape, despite the rather astonishing association she shared with the loathed Potions Master. Students could hardly fathom or believe how the two were related, as they carried such opposing traits. Liam gave the lovely-looking, concerned girl a meek smile to let her know he was all right, allowing her to return to her spot and focus her attention back on her unsuccessful potion.

There was no more beetle throwing or mischievous antics from anyone the rest of the class period, and when it was finally over, Lily lingered behind while James, Liam and the rest of her friends moseyed out of the frigid lab. It was mid-afternoon and although Lily had another class before retiring for the day, she had plenty of time between subjects to talk to her father at last.

Severus carefully approached Lily as she gathered up her things. She was momentarily distracted by her bag, in which she was throwing her quill, ink, textbook and wand. Once he reached her, he cocked his head to one side and watched her curiously.

"What are you doing, Lily?"

"Oh!"

Lily whipped her fair curls around and stared up at Severus, her face turning slightly red. She bit her lip, much to Severus's personal dismay. It astonished him that Hermione and the girls did not make their mouths bleed from all their unnecessary lip corroding. He never understood the appeal and tried to ignore his eldest's gesture.

"You'll need your textbook and parchment out to jot a few things down," he murmured, to which Lily simply bowed and did as instructed without hesitation.

Severus smoothed his robes out behind him, so as to take a proper seat next to Lily, much to her surprise. She had grown accustomed to him standing over her whenever they practiced Potion-making, his overbearing presence looming over her as she worked, never realizing that his scrutinizing tactics made her nervous. It was very difficult to concentrate properly with him right behind her, breathing down her neck. This approach was much more casual and familiar, very reminiscent of home, and Lily instantly reacted by giving Severus a pleasant smile.

"Now then," Severus began, "let me show you the correct amount of armadillo bile to add."

Severus swiftly uncorked the phial still on the table and poured it into his daughter's potion still brewing on the table. Lily surveyed what he was doing carefully, scribbling a few notes onto some parchment as she watched, which gave the professor secret pleasure to observe. Her thoughtful attention was endearing, and she always tried so hard in class, despite the complications she consistently encountered. Lily seemed determined not to give up, and Severus found it to be one of her most noble qualities.

"See the bluish tint forming?"

Severus motioned for Lily to hunch over the cauldron to get a better look, which she did. Lily was not sure how her father had managed to get the potion back to its earlier stages, as she had been working with it the entire period and never even saw Severus touch it aside from his earlier critique during class, but she did not question his brilliance. Instead, she focused on the blue hue forming in the pot as Severus made quick but calculated downward movements with the vial.

"You only need five to five and a half drops, depending on the temperature level, give or take three or four degrees."

"Oh," Lily mumbled, sitting back into her chair, her error dawning on her. "I think I added five drops, but the temperature was higher than that and my drops were larger. I've done that before with the last few potions, I think."

Severus ignored his daughter's self-evaluation. "It is a very precise method, Lily. Each step in the process is. Here, watch the phial." He made a few very distinct flicks of his wrist to illustrate for her as best he could. "See the size of the droplets that form? Anything larger than that will turn the potion too dark, not the proper hue that we need. Let me show you. There. Take a look."

Lily leaned over and examined the cauldron again; not surprisingly, her father was right. The potion was now a navy pool of liquid, no longer the bright blue it had been before. She nodded in understanding before inking her quill and marking down another few notes.

Severus watched her intently, his black eyes scanning her pretty head as she hunched over her notes, soaking up the knowledge he was giving. Lily was consistently thorough and precise in her note-taking, too, which Severus could not help but notice was so very much like he and Hermione when they were students.

"Why haven't you come to see me?" he asked unexpectedly, causing Lily's brown eyes to expand. They were a darker shade of brown, subtly resembling his own, but were not as distinctly dark as Hailey's.

"I'm sorry," she whispered in her sweet voice. "I should have come sooner. I've been meaning to, honestly."

Severus said nothing, instead waiting patiently for an answer to his question. Lily put down her quill and looked over the pale Slytherin wizard beside her contemplatively.

"I've been hanging out with my friends a lot," she stated matter-of-factly, just as Severus so often explained things in a direct manner. "I am working hard, Dad, I promise. I guess just any free time I've had lately I've been spending—"

"With James Potter," Severus interjected, one eyebrow raised.

His fetching daughter adjusted her curls in an awkward fashion. "Um, well, yeah. He's a good friend, Dad." She searched Severus's unreadable scowl before asking rather hastily, "That's all right, isn't it?"

Severus's expression did not alter, only his raised eyebrow shifted back to normal. "Of course. James is a nice enough boy..."

Lily stared at him, hanging on to every word, waiting for Severus to continue. Realizing she yearned for more of an understanding, Severus whisked a few hairs out of his face and jabbed his elbow playfully against hers on the table, his next words stern and, at the same time, imploring.

"Just don't let him rope you into any of his mischievous misconduct, Lily. I won't tolerate any of the Potters having a bad influence on you girls. They're rather prone to disregarding the rules and any sort of proper jurisdiction, and that's the very last sort of behavior you and your sisters need to follow, all right?"

Lily smiled warmly and tried not to laugh, taking in the austere look on Severus's face. "Sure, Dad. I understand."

Severus turned away momentarily and ran his elongated fingers through his hair a few times, distracted by something. Lily kept still, observing him quietly with her considerate eyes.

"James Potter cannot be your only excuse for not coming to see me," he spoke again, his voice subdued and controlled. "I suspect there is another reason you have been avoiding me."

Lily drew back in anxiety, her brow furrowed. "Avoiding you?" she repeated, not understanding what he meant.

"Yes," Severus growled with a touch of sadness, "I believe your little sister has informed you of what transpired between her and I a few weeks back, and you think my actions inexcusable and wrong, as you should."

He peered over at his eldest girl, searching the youthful gazing back at him with a mixture of confusion and caution. Her pink lips parted, and it was clear she wanted to tell him something, but then her mouth shut, reconsidering what she wanted to say. Severus merely waited for Lily to formulate her response, although he discreetly longed for positive reinforcement that would most likely not come.

"I'm sorry," she whispered after a time, her apology catching him off guard, "I guess I have been avoiding you without realizing it. It wasn't intentionally done, Dad, honest."

Severus let out a sigh and lightly touched Lily's dainty chin, his lips parting to crack a small, rather painful smile. Lily's pupils widened a little, unsettled by the gravitational misery her father was unknowingly inflicting upon the atmosphere in the room.

"I know," he drawled, "I just want to be sure that you aren't too angry with me. I sincerely hope you can forgive my lapse of judgment with your sister. It was uncalled for, just as it was with you and Surina."

"Dad," Lily pleaded softly, biting her lip with more force than before, "I forgave you for that a long time ago. Don't keep bringing it up; it only upsets you."

"Still," Severus urged, ignoring Lily's pretext, "it doesn't change what happened."

"But you couldn't prevent it, Dad. And I would imagine it was the same with Hailey. I think you should tell her. I know she's rather sensitive and all, but I think if you and Mum explained it to her the way you both did to me, then she won't take it so personally."

Severus grumbled in protest. "I don't think I can do that, Lily. And Surina—"

"She should know, too," she interrupted, her delicate fingers lacing around Severus's arm. She inched towards him to close the space between them. "Dad, it made a lot more sense to me once you and Mum told me. I really think it's time Surina and Hailey knew the truth, too. What are you afraid of? They won't think less of you. I certainly don't."

Severus continued to rub his fingers against Lily's chin, soaking in her calm disposition and the clear fondness she bore him. In that moment, Severus could not help but wonder, as he so often did, how his eldest daughter could be his at all, for she hardly shared any of his attributes. Only her stature and a few subtle characteristics hinted at a mutual belonging. But her unfailing kindness was not his own, something Severus concluded long ago.

In some strange way, Lily reminded him very much of Lily Evans, Harry Potter's mother and the woman he had been in love with as a scrawny child and only grew more infatuated with over time. It had been her steadfast goodness and her boundless compassion that had drawn the pale, lonely wizard all those years ago. Then she was inhumanly killed by the Dark Lord, leaving the tortured, former Death Eater with no other alternative but to commit himself to protecting her son as retribution for all of his dire mistakes.

In a way, Severus still felt protective of Harry to this day, even though the Chosen One was a grown adult and more than capable of taking care of himself. But with two of Harry's boys now at Hogwarts, that inherent need to safeguard the Potters perpetuated itself all over again. It would never leave Severus Snape—that innate need to protect those he cared about, even if they were not his own—and his little Lily carried so many of his first love's virtues that, at times, it left him speechless, like now.

"Sometimes," Severus reflected in a hushed, low voice, "I wonder whether your mother and I should have told you at all. We never wanted to worry you. You have enough on your plate right now, Lily."

The eldest Snape responded with a reassuring, kindhearted grin. Hermione's grin. "You worry too much, Dad. I'm glad you told me. It really helped me to come to terms with the way things are here, the way they have to be. There are times I confess that I wish I didn't know, mainly because I just worry about you, but I think it's a good thing someone here knows. And I'm still frustrated at times with it, but that's only natural, isn't it? I wish you hadn't lost it on Hailey. She's still quite livid and is just really confused, but I'm sure she wouldn't be if you told her what you told me?"

Severus removed his hand from his daughter's chin, placing one of his large hands on top of Lily's that still gripped his arm. "I'll consider it," he murmured, "and I daresay I've kept you from your friends long enough."

Without warning, Lily reached round and hugged him, her arms extending around his neck in a gentle embrace. Severus did not recoil or push her away, instead savoring the contact from the daughter whom he had not spoken to in weeks. He heaved a deep breath as she pulled away. At least that conversation had gone relatively well. Severus was unsure of how many more arguments and how much more bickering he could take from any of his children. It was beginning to take its toll on his already fatigued state.

"May I ask you something, Lily, before you go?"

"Of course, Dad," she answered with a hint of suspicion.

Severus's stark eyes bore into Lily's fair ones, absorbing them for a long moment. "Did you ever hate me for what I put you through? I know you were angry, and you had every right to be, but did you hate me at the time? Be honest, sweetheart. I beg you."

Lily stared at him for what seemed like an agonizingly extended period of time. She surveyed his grimace, the blackness of his eyes, and his pallid face with care. Then her soft tresses swayed back and forth ever so delicately.

"No, Dad," she answered, her voice suddenly crestfallen and broken. "I was hurt. I didn't understand what was going on, and a part of me was furious with you, yes, but I never hated you. You shouldn't think like that. I don't know why you do, or why you would ask me that, but I really wish you wouldn't."

"Does your sister hate me?"

Lily's eyes narrowed, taken aback by her father's inquiry but also by the unsettling context of it. "Hate you?" she repeated, agitated and unsure. "Why would Hailey hate you, Dad? Did she actually say that?"

Severus immediately gathered that Hailey had not told Lily of that portion of their argument and was surprised that Lily had no idea; however, he hardly wished to bring the matter up or alarm her further. She was already gazing at him with Hermione's similarly suspicious countenance, her mouth hanging open in shock.

"No, just my perception of things, that's all," Severus grumbled, choosing his words carefully so that Lily would not catch on or think ill of her younger sibling.

"Oh," she replied, still eying him with curiosity. When Lily saw a rather miserable scowl emerge on Severus's mouth, she reacted instantaneously, clasping a portion of his black robes and forcing him to meet her sympathetic gaze. "Well, if that's what you think, Dad, you couldn't be more wrong."

Severus reluctantly shrunk back from their close proximity, secretly grateful for Lily's reassurance, and rose from his chair. He studied his eldest for another moment, his eyes tracing her face with a newfound appreciation. He could see uncanny traces of Hermione in her that gave him pause.

Unaware of Severus's thoughts, Lily gathered up the ingredients on her desk and drifted away to a nearby cabinet, putting everything back in its proper place as Severus watched in silence. She then returned to the table to clean out her cauldron.

"I can do that," he offered, reaching for his wand in his pocket, but she tugged him gently and shook her head.

"No, Dad," she insisted, "you have enough to do as it is. I can clean up my own mess."

Severus gave a curt nod before walking back to his desk, his robes billowing behind him as he left her side. Lily whipped out her wand from her bag and aimed it at the cauldron.

"Scourgify!"

The Wit-Sharpening Potion was siphoned away, leaving the cauldron empty and clean, as if it had never been touched. As Lily strolled towards the cabinet where all the cauldrons were stored, she glanced over at Severus, who was sitting at his desk and hunched over, writing as he so often did. Lily noted that he was not writing with his trademark red ink and immediately determined that whatever he was composing must be of a personal nature.

"Who are you writing to?" she asked casually, not quite ready to leave yet.

"Your Uncle Harry."

Lily suddenly drew back in horror, her brown eyes expanding. "You're not..." she breathed, her chest heaving. "You - You're not telling him about James and I, are you? There's nothing to tell! Honestly!"

Severus let out a rough chuckle that sounded more like a sinister growl than a laugh. It would have startled a student, but not Lily.

"No, sweetheart." He paused, his eyes narrowing in a wicked fashion. "Why? Would you like me to?"

"Very funny!" Lily sniffed, as she placed her cauldron in the cabinet and shut it tight. She turned back to Severus and crossed her arms, watching him write furiously onto the piece of parchment in front of him, his raven eyes keenly focused on the letter he was drafting. "What are you writing to Uncle Harry for?"

"Ministry business," he replied without looking up, dipping his quill in some ink before returning to his fast-paced writing.

"What does the Ministry want from you now?"

It seemed that the Ministry would never leave her father alone, much to her personal dismay. She had seen with her own eyes how distraught her mother was over the Ministry's constant badgering, and her mother worked for them, which only increased the anxiety. Lily wished they would just let him be already. Had her father not already done enough to earn some solitude from those ungrateful prats?

It unnerved Lily how he, too, regarded the matter. Severus did not seem to care or mind at all as he continued with his correspondence, not glancing up or uttering a word of complaint.

"Dad?" Lily pressed him for an answer.

"Just about some potions," he remarked, without emotion. "It seems your uncle and the Aurors Office have stumbled across a few dangerous elixirs and have some questions regarding their uses. That is all."

"Dangerous potions?"

Severus finally glanced up at his daughter with the quizzical brow. "Poisonous drafts." Lily's eyebrows rose in surprise, but Severus continued before she could ask another question. "Uncle Harry is just following protocol, so wipe that unnecessary worry off your face, sweetheart."

Lily rolled her eyes playfully and reached for her bag on the table, staring back at the elusive figure across the room one more time before taking her leave. She smiled her genuine smile again as she made her way towards the door.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with that family that was murdered recently? The Clausson family?"

Severus glanced up at her again and ceased moving his pen. "Why do you ask?"

"Just that they were poisoned. And, well, potions are your area of expertise, Dad. That's it, isn't it? You're helping Uncle Harry with that case, aren't you?"

Severus shooed her way with an elegant wave his arm. "Oh, go on," he grumbled, causing Lily to laugh softly.

"Well, tell him I said hello, would you?"

Severus bowed agreeably. Lily turned her back and reached for the door, when Severus called out to her across the room.

"Lily?" His eyes scrutinized her with a new kind of intensity. He waited for her to turn around and face him. "All this personal time that you're spending with James Potter... Are the pair of you hanging out as friends, or do these gatherings of yours border on the romantic?"

Severus watched the color drain from Lily's face. Her expression turned to one of sheer mortification, causing him to raise an inquisitive eyebrow. So she did like that Potter boy, he mused unhappily to himself. A deep part of him was crushed by the maturing child in front of him now, by how much she was changing, and the fact that there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"Dad!" Lily hissed, flushing in the face. She spun around, her long curls trailing with her, and rushed out of the lab as red as a balloon.

A devilish smile formed at the corners of Severus's mouth, although he was still privately displeased to receive visible confirmation of Lily's keen interest in her male companion. Her reaction to his question, however, was too perfect not to savor.

She's far too young! And he doesn't deserve her! he lamented with a growl.

Severus tried to return his attention to Harry Potter's disconcerting letter, but not before a rare cackle escaped his lips, echoing along the empty, frigid corridors. It was a sound that would have caused any Hogwarts student to shiver, except perhaps his own children.

A/N #2: Poor Lily. Actually, poor James. He has no idea what he's in for pursuing a Snape. Nothing like that happens in this story, but it's fun to think about. ;)
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