My name is Albus Severus Potter, son of the famous Harry Potter, grandson of the also famous James Potter, heir of the names of the great Hogwarts Directors and fearless wizards Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape, the last one considered, for a very long time, a traitor.
They also call me Asp.
I am a Slytherin.
A PRELUDE
ALBUS SEVERUS SPEAKS
Some say there were signs.
That I was too much like him.
Black raven untidy hair, straight, shoulder length. Usually greasy, though I washed it everyday.
Black robes with the green and silver sign. Defense Against Dark Arts and Potions books on my arms.
Bright green eyes.
Like another version, just a bit out of place.
The day I was sorted into Slytherin made a commotion.
The day I discovered I was Parseltongue I decided to hide from everybody.
I was so tired of being noticed. Pointed. Commented on. Just for being there.
Of course, the remarkable sense of humour I inherited from my mother was never noticed at all.
Nor my grandmother’s green eyes ever eased the minds.
How could they, when I strutted around with the same black greasy hair and depressed looks as the man I got my name from, Severus Snape?
My curiosity towards the Dark Side was then a rather natural consequence.
I desired solitude. I could not find sympathy in people, so I sought it in books and knowledge.
It was a perfect relationship.
A misunderstood lonely boy in a school full of joyful youngsters is a perfect vessel for all sorts of deep learnings.
Oh, I was an eager learner. And I also learned fast.
Was I devoid of standards or feelings, I would have turned into a great dark wizard!
Like the man I inherited my name from and whom I most resemble, even more than to my own kin, I was an expert in the subject long before my schoolmates.
Like my own father, great things could be expect from me.
Like to my heroic ancestors, my blood would lead me far.
The only “but” in this question were MY own personal wishes, of course.
My brother wished recognition. James wanted to shine as a bright comet in the sky, the red and yellow quidditch uniform flapping to the wind high above the school fields, the golden snitch captured in his victorious hand! Father and mother and all of the school awing his brave dangerous acts! James was fearless. Nothing could scare him! Unfortunately for him, opportunities never came, so he had to make them happen. And sometimes, instead of the undeniable recognition he desired, he got unwanted detention...
My sister Lily was nothing but a child, at the time. She wished friends to play, sunny mornings to explore the garden and rainy afternoons to explore the attic. A mountain of books to read on her free time. She was sweet, caring, an angel in our home. Her smile was enough to ease a dark demeanour. And her laugh was bright and pure as crystal!
I wished quietness. To be alone. In silence. With my readings, my books, my stormy thoughts.
Why would I want to shine? Why would I want to talk? Why would I want to achieve others’ goals?
Never had three siblings been so different, and so loving!
James, the fiery comet.
Lily, the bright clear light.
Albus, the dark abyss.
It all started one day.
One dawn that brought both light and darkness in her arms for my eyes only to see.
The day was the 9th of March.
It was my 10th birthday, and it was the day my childhood undoubtedly ended.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Monday, November 23, 2009
The Promise - Chapter 5.
CHAPTER 5 – A VERY COLOURFUL TRAIN RIDE!
Harry didn’t sleep most of the night.
Not because of the exciting day the morning would bring.
Not because the neighbour’s crackheaded poodle howled all night long.
Not because uncle Ingeram sang quite loudly during his sleep, in the room at the end of the hall.
Nor did Severus, in the room next to Harry’s.
Dragan decided to wake up at 3.30 in the morning and do the marathon inside the house.
Walls included.
It all ended a few hours later, with Severus sending a decided paralysing spell, but missing several other ones and throwing down a few portraits from the walls, and, in fact, everything else that was on the furniture.
That made Dragan quite upset and disturbed, but immobilised, so Harry and Severus just thrown him in the armchair in the living-room and thought of go to bed to get a few more deserved sleeping hours.
Which turned out to be impossible, because uncle Ingeram was already in the kitchen making fresh Colombia coffee, eggs Benedict, fried bacon, blackberry pie and pancakes all at the same time, and singing in an appallingly deafening way something like “how can we dance when our luck is turning, how do we sleep when our beds are burning”.
Harry considered uncle Ingeram’s cooking abilities far better than Severus’; of course he didn’t mention it, so that his father wouldn’t feel even more depressed than he was now.
Severus considered the exact same thing; of course he didn’t mention it, because he felt enough depressed already, and there was no point in obviously worsening that feeling.
Then came aunt Weasley and in an absurd amount of time they found themselves at the King’s Cross train station, by the Platform 9 ¾, well trimmed, with Harry’s trunk, and Dragan still immobilized and ill tempered inside his cat-basket! Aunt Weasley was very good in speeding up things, indeed!
And she was really eager to chat to Mrs. Longbottom, so Harry, Severus and
Uncle Ingeram just had to gobble their breakfast in a very quick way and obey her unrefusable orders before things got undoubtly bad on their side, as they feared it would.
It was Harry first time there, so he was happy to see already known faces: the Weasley brothers, Aunt Weasley grand-nephews, as she was Mr. Weasley’s aunt, in fact.
It was Ron’s first time at Hogwarts too, so Harry felt empathetic with him, and they were commenting on their fears, expectations and Fred and George’s new pranks, unknown to Mrs. Weasley’s knowledge and eyes, of course.
As usual, their little sister Ginny was hanging on Harry’s neck and swinging her legs from one side to another, because her brothers weren’t really in the mood for that, but Harry was always uncomplaining about her new tricks, once he didn’t have siblings and really missed a younger sister annoying him during summer holidays.
Ron, on the other hand, would gladly give all of his siblings away for adoption during summer time!
Of course Gran Longbottom was already there because – and as she wisely predicted, even without a first class crystal ball – Neville would be losing things around.
Gran Longbottom was a quite regular visit at Spiner’s End, as she was friend with Aunt Weasley, and they met often to talk about... all the things they had to talk about.
It was about everyday, by tea time.
In fact, Harry and Neville, her grandson, had a lot in common: Neville didn’t properly know his parents, as they were both in a hospital since he was a baby, and Harry couldn’t remember his parents because they were killed when he was also a baby.
The misfortune of both Neville and Harry had been caused by Voldemort.
And besides, Harry and Neville had the same birthday – they were even born in the same year!
Those facts made them quite close.
Harry’s present to Neville this last birthday had been a Young Wizard’s All-in-it Agenda – some sort of a Muggle Diary, but everytime one opens it, it tells, or shouts, the things that person has to do that day, or things that person forgot.
Hence the shouting device.
Harry thought it might prove useful to Neville that year at Hogwarts.
After all the mayhem of crossing the gate, saying goodbye to family and friends, getting in the train, finding an empty quiet cabinet, put luggage in place and, finally, sit, Harry, Ron and Neville managed, at last, to update news and confirm theories!
The Weasley twins had, infamously, created a lot of silly misconception on Hogwarts on their younger brother’s mind!
Many things taken, in fact, from Muggle fairy tales, and with their special, twisted touch...
That could not have fooled Harry, because living as a Muggle until this day, he had been in touch with that information since kindergarten, so he cleared most of Ron’s subjects on that topic.
He had always been sure that all that silly information would, someday, be of use...
Harry looked outside the train’s window for a moment, watching the colours changing and the night coming slowly, and he felt that things were quite simple to him now, in spite of the new experiences, the new faces, the butterflies in his stomach, for not having a clear idea of how his life would be from that day forward, and for how on earth they would make Aunt Weasley’s blueberry and lemon muffins disappear until the end of their journey!
He shared his last though, and they were discussing that precise subject when a black cat literally stormed inside their cabinet. Not the cat, in fact, as it could not have opened the door without help, but a black cat, and a girl whose black straight hair made them look more as siblings and less like girl and pet, followed by another brown haired girl that looked like another feline: a lion!
They all shocked, of course.
Not because of the dramatic entrance, but because of the fact that they were girls!
The girls sit quietly, in spite of their tumultuous entrance, looking at them by the corner of their eyes, and the lion haired girl finally spoke, but in a gentle and polite way.
-“I’m sorry, would you mind that we stay here for a while? This is all quite new for both of us, and it seems we can’t find a quiet place...”
A nearly breathless squeak came from where she was sitting her buttocks on, and she paused to take a look at what it could be.
-“Trevor!” – Neville exclaimed, in fear, covering his eyes with his hands. – “Are you alright? Are you alive?!”
He was. Rather disturbed, but still breathing.
_”... anywhere.” – she finished, picking up the toad with one hand without even looking at it, which was not normal in a girl, as girls, most of the times, scream and faint in sight of toads, and gentle paused it in Neville’s lap.
-“My name is Amy Haveron” – said the black haired girl – “and this is Hermione Granger. We are going to start Hogwarts this year, and this entire Witchcraft thing is new to us.”
-“ We are both Muggle.” – she added, lowering her dark eyes and her voice, and looking straight at Harry, who couldn’t have kept his eyes from here since she came into the cabinet, saying the words as they were poisonous. Obviously, she had had a bitter experience with that fact since she got into the train.
“Quite an entrance!” Harry thought.
On Severus’ side, things were not as good, or so he thought, because Uncle Ingeram was thrilling with this new friend of him!
Even though Severus kept his words for himself the whole time.
In fact, Uncle Ingeram had been talking alone all day long. He didn’t seem to mind. Severus finished his packing in silence, wondering at was yet unveiled to him, and though he didn’t want to admit it, secretly wishing time would fly.
Time did fly that day, nonetheless.
It was nearly the sunset hour when they reached Hogsmeade, and that made visible to Severus’ eyes the house that belonged to his family and that he had never noticed in many years around the village.
He would have never guessed that his mother would call “home” to such a place.
But then again, Uncle Ingeram told him of another Eileen. One he never met.
That Eileen might have loved this place he saw in front of him.
The growingly dim light showed him an old stone house, with a large chimney on one of the sides, and a bouncing catavento on the top. An uneven vegetable garden and a coloured flower garden surrounded it, filled with somewhat uncared flowers, herbs, butterflies, birds, bees and ladybugs still flying around.
A gigantic chestnut tree made a picnic-like shadow that called for children running under it, and a swing on the branch.
Severus smiled at the old tree. Chestnuts were a good omen to him.
Uncle Ingeram took the moment to joyfully add that that aged respectful tree had been planted decades ago by great-great-grandfather Breandan, the Long Bearded One, who hid a bag of nuts from his sister Wilmetta, the Also Long Bearded One (for she was the second sister) and one of her flaming rages – literally! -, but that he later forgot where he had buried it.
Severus stared at his uncle.
Ingeram smiled, with the same twitch on his lip he had.
Severus smiled back at him, but intimately, he considered now would be an appropriate occasion to be savagely attacked by an evil wild beast!
Harry didn’t sleep most of the night.
Not because of the exciting day the morning would bring.
Not because the neighbour’s crackheaded poodle howled all night long.
Not because uncle Ingeram sang quite loudly during his sleep, in the room at the end of the hall.
Nor did Severus, in the room next to Harry’s.
Dragan decided to wake up at 3.30 in the morning and do the marathon inside the house.
Walls included.
It all ended a few hours later, with Severus sending a decided paralysing spell, but missing several other ones and throwing down a few portraits from the walls, and, in fact, everything else that was on the furniture.
That made Dragan quite upset and disturbed, but immobilised, so Harry and Severus just thrown him in the armchair in the living-room and thought of go to bed to get a few more deserved sleeping hours.
Which turned out to be impossible, because uncle Ingeram was already in the kitchen making fresh Colombia coffee, eggs Benedict, fried bacon, blackberry pie and pancakes all at the same time, and singing in an appallingly deafening way something like “how can we dance when our luck is turning, how do we sleep when our beds are burning”.
Harry considered uncle Ingeram’s cooking abilities far better than Severus’; of course he didn’t mention it, so that his father wouldn’t feel even more depressed than he was now.
Severus considered the exact same thing; of course he didn’t mention it, because he felt enough depressed already, and there was no point in obviously worsening that feeling.
Then came aunt Weasley and in an absurd amount of time they found themselves at the King’s Cross train station, by the Platform 9 ¾, well trimmed, with Harry’s trunk, and Dragan still immobilized and ill tempered inside his cat-basket! Aunt Weasley was very good in speeding up things, indeed!
And she was really eager to chat to Mrs. Longbottom, so Harry, Severus and
Uncle Ingeram just had to gobble their breakfast in a very quick way and obey her unrefusable orders before things got undoubtly bad on their side, as they feared it would.
It was Harry first time there, so he was happy to see already known faces: the Weasley brothers, Aunt Weasley grand-nephews, as she was Mr. Weasley’s aunt, in fact.
It was Ron’s first time at Hogwarts too, so Harry felt empathetic with him, and they were commenting on their fears, expectations and Fred and George’s new pranks, unknown to Mrs. Weasley’s knowledge and eyes, of course.
As usual, their little sister Ginny was hanging on Harry’s neck and swinging her legs from one side to another, because her brothers weren’t really in the mood for that, but Harry was always uncomplaining about her new tricks, once he didn’t have siblings and really missed a younger sister annoying him during summer holidays.
Ron, on the other hand, would gladly give all of his siblings away for adoption during summer time!
Of course Gran Longbottom was already there because – and as she wisely predicted, even without a first class crystal ball – Neville would be losing things around.
Gran Longbottom was a quite regular visit at Spiner’s End, as she was friend with Aunt Weasley, and they met often to talk about... all the things they had to talk about.
It was about everyday, by tea time.
In fact, Harry and Neville, her grandson, had a lot in common: Neville didn’t properly know his parents, as they were both in a hospital since he was a baby, and Harry couldn’t remember his parents because they were killed when he was also a baby.
The misfortune of both Neville and Harry had been caused by Voldemort.
And besides, Harry and Neville had the same birthday – they were even born in the same year!
Those facts made them quite close.
Harry’s present to Neville this last birthday had been a Young Wizard’s All-in-it Agenda – some sort of a Muggle Diary, but everytime one opens it, it tells, or shouts, the things that person has to do that day, or things that person forgot.
Hence the shouting device.
Harry thought it might prove useful to Neville that year at Hogwarts.
After all the mayhem of crossing the gate, saying goodbye to family and friends, getting in the train, finding an empty quiet cabinet, put luggage in place and, finally, sit, Harry, Ron and Neville managed, at last, to update news and confirm theories!
The Weasley twins had, infamously, created a lot of silly misconception on Hogwarts on their younger brother’s mind!
Many things taken, in fact, from Muggle fairy tales, and with their special, twisted touch...
That could not have fooled Harry, because living as a Muggle until this day, he had been in touch with that information since kindergarten, so he cleared most of Ron’s subjects on that topic.
He had always been sure that all that silly information would, someday, be of use...
Harry looked outside the train’s window for a moment, watching the colours changing and the night coming slowly, and he felt that things were quite simple to him now, in spite of the new experiences, the new faces, the butterflies in his stomach, for not having a clear idea of how his life would be from that day forward, and for how on earth they would make Aunt Weasley’s blueberry and lemon muffins disappear until the end of their journey!
He shared his last though, and they were discussing that precise subject when a black cat literally stormed inside their cabinet. Not the cat, in fact, as it could not have opened the door without help, but a black cat, and a girl whose black straight hair made them look more as siblings and less like girl and pet, followed by another brown haired girl that looked like another feline: a lion!
They all shocked, of course.
Not because of the dramatic entrance, but because of the fact that they were girls!
The girls sit quietly, in spite of their tumultuous entrance, looking at them by the corner of their eyes, and the lion haired girl finally spoke, but in a gentle and polite way.
-“I’m sorry, would you mind that we stay here for a while? This is all quite new for both of us, and it seems we can’t find a quiet place...”
A nearly breathless squeak came from where she was sitting her buttocks on, and she paused to take a look at what it could be.
-“Trevor!” – Neville exclaimed, in fear, covering his eyes with his hands. – “Are you alright? Are you alive?!”
He was. Rather disturbed, but still breathing.
_”... anywhere.” – she finished, picking up the toad with one hand without even looking at it, which was not normal in a girl, as girls, most of the times, scream and faint in sight of toads, and gentle paused it in Neville’s lap.
-“My name is Amy Haveron” – said the black haired girl – “and this is Hermione Granger. We are going to start Hogwarts this year, and this entire Witchcraft thing is new to us.”
-“ We are both Muggle.” – she added, lowering her dark eyes and her voice, and looking straight at Harry, who couldn’t have kept his eyes from here since she came into the cabinet, saying the words as they were poisonous. Obviously, she had had a bitter experience with that fact since she got into the train.
“Quite an entrance!” Harry thought.
On Severus’ side, things were not as good, or so he thought, because Uncle Ingeram was thrilling with this new friend of him!
Even though Severus kept his words for himself the whole time.
In fact, Uncle Ingeram had been talking alone all day long. He didn’t seem to mind. Severus finished his packing in silence, wondering at was yet unveiled to him, and though he didn’t want to admit it, secretly wishing time would fly.
Time did fly that day, nonetheless.
It was nearly the sunset hour when they reached Hogsmeade, and that made visible to Severus’ eyes the house that belonged to his family and that he had never noticed in many years around the village.
He would have never guessed that his mother would call “home” to such a place.
But then again, Uncle Ingeram told him of another Eileen. One he never met.
That Eileen might have loved this place he saw in front of him.
The growingly dim light showed him an old stone house, with a large chimney on one of the sides, and a bouncing catavento on the top. An uneven vegetable garden and a coloured flower garden surrounded it, filled with somewhat uncared flowers, herbs, butterflies, birds, bees and ladybugs still flying around.
A gigantic chestnut tree made a picnic-like shadow that called for children running under it, and a swing on the branch.
Severus smiled at the old tree. Chestnuts were a good omen to him.
Uncle Ingeram took the moment to joyfully add that that aged respectful tree had been planted decades ago by great-great-grandfather Breandan, the Long Bearded One, who hid a bag of nuts from his sister Wilmetta, the Also Long Bearded One (for she was the second sister) and one of her flaming rages – literally! -, but that he later forgot where he had buried it.
Severus stared at his uncle.
Ingeram smiled, with the same twitch on his lip he had.
Severus smiled back at him, but intimately, he considered now would be an appropriate occasion to be savagely attacked by an evil wild beast!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Há quem venha aqui despencar, parece.
E ainda por cima, parecem apreciar!
O blog recebeu este selito, vindo daqui: http://bolinhasdesabaoeoutrassinfonias.blogspot.com/
1) Escrever uma lista com 8 características suas.
2) Convidar 8 blogueiros para receber o selo.
3) Comentar no blog de quem lhe deu o selo
4) Comentar no blog de quem escolheu.
Características escandalosamente óbvias da menina do blog, sem qualquer tipo de ordenação whatsoevers:
O blog recebeu este selito, vindo daqui: http://bolinhasdesabaoeoutrassinfonias.blogspot.com/
As regras para meter este selo são:
1) Escrever uma lista com 8 características suas.
2) Convidar 8 blogueiros para receber o selo.
3) Comentar no blog de quem lhe deu o selo
4) Comentar no blog de quem escolheu.
Características escandalosamente óbvias da menina do blog, sem qualquer tipo de ordenação whatsoevers:
. Adoro gatos! Especialmente gatos pretos! E falo com eles.
. Não percebo patavina de Matemática. Aliás, acho que o mundo seria um lugar bem melhor sem esse flagelo social que é a Matemática!
. As peças de roupa que mais me divirto a adquirir são t-shirts, meias e cuequitas. Mas sou forreta! E acho que a coisa mais fútil é gastar pazadas de euros em sapatos, a não ser que a pessoa seja clínica e assumidamente doida por sapatos. Há gente assim…
. Não sei mentir. É uma fatalidade nos dias de hoje, em que, aparentemente, tem mais mérito e benefício uma pessoa que mente, mas sempre me pareceu, neste e noutros valores, que vim parar ao século errado.
. Sou absurdamente teimosa. Acredito em causas perdidas. Em coisas impossíveis. Em fadas, fantasmas, vampiros, anjos, no Pai Natal e nas renas todas. Acredito no ser humano, apesar de tudo.
. Tenho a estúpida tendência para acreditar que mesmo uma pessoa muito má tem dentro de si algo de bom, mas a vida também me provou que mesmo as pessoas aparentemente boas são capazes de actos de uma maldade e egoísmo inomináveis.
. Quando começam as aulas, simpatizo automaticamente com os putos que são “diferentes”, os que não são certinhos, os rebeldes, os de óculos, os de franja nos olhos, os ciganos, os “atrasados”, os de calças rasgadas, os “maus” da turma. E não tenho pachorra nenhuma para os parvinhos que gozam com eles!
. Fico tremendamente rabugenta quando tenho frio, sono, ou um ratito no estômago.
. Não percebo patavina de Matemática. Aliás, acho que o mundo seria um lugar bem melhor sem esse flagelo social que é a Matemática!
. As peças de roupa que mais me divirto a adquirir são t-shirts, meias e cuequitas. Mas sou forreta! E acho que a coisa mais fútil é gastar pazadas de euros em sapatos, a não ser que a pessoa seja clínica e assumidamente doida por sapatos. Há gente assim…
. Não sei mentir. É uma fatalidade nos dias de hoje, em que, aparentemente, tem mais mérito e benefício uma pessoa que mente, mas sempre me pareceu, neste e noutros valores, que vim parar ao século errado.
. Sou absurdamente teimosa. Acredito em causas perdidas. Em coisas impossíveis. Em fadas, fantasmas, vampiros, anjos, no Pai Natal e nas renas todas. Acredito no ser humano, apesar de tudo.
. Tenho a estúpida tendência para acreditar que mesmo uma pessoa muito má tem dentro de si algo de bom, mas a vida também me provou que mesmo as pessoas aparentemente boas são capazes de actos de uma maldade e egoísmo inomináveis.
. Quando começam as aulas, simpatizo automaticamente com os putos que são “diferentes”, os que não são certinhos, os rebeldes, os de óculos, os de franja nos olhos, os ciganos, os “atrasados”, os de calças rasgadas, os “maus” da turma. E não tenho pachorra nenhuma para os parvinhos que gozam com eles!
. Fico tremendamente rabugenta quando tenho frio, sono, ou um ratito no estômago.
E os blogues premiados são… CHANÃ!!!!!! (de novo, ao calhas!)
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Momento de descontracção.
Eu sei, eu sei, ainda não estamos na época, mas hoje está um tempo para o ranhoso, já deitei o dente a uma... estou indecisa entre rabanada e fatia parida, mas qual das expressões a pior, e já tenho prateleiras para arrumar os meus papéis, não parti nada, não senhores, fiz foi uma barulheira do caraças, mas aquilo está em pé, segura-se e tem os parafusos todos direitinhos e no sítio!Um dia destes, novidades no blog!
Monday, March 9, 2009
The Promise - Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4 – UNDER THE OLD CHESTNUT TREE
Severus could remember clearly one specific day of his distant adolescence. He remembered many, in fact, because bitter memories are more acutely carved in our skin and in our soul, and he had several of those that would never leave him, as hard as he could try to forget. IF he ever wanted to forget them – which he didn’t, because he believed those harsh memories made him the man he was, and he never sought to be anything else.
But the recall that particular afternoon was different. Not dark, but bright. Not sad, but soul-warming. Not long and fastidious, but overly swift… Not to cause him anger, regret or pain when he would remember it, but other things he would seldom feel during most of his lifetime: companionship, security, and love.
Of course, Lily Evans was the central character of the scene.
Severus was reading his mother’s “Occlumancia Ars” book, lying under a big chestnut tree, in a quiet meadow near their house. It was the summer holiday before he started his 3rd year at Hogwarts. The weather was hot, and the cool shadow and fluffy grass under him felt awfully refreshing.
Eventually, the letters started to dance in front of his eyes, playing with each other, his eyelids started to weight a little and he smoothly felt asleep over the book.
A deep sleep without dreams or nightmares.
He gently woke up later in the afternoon, when the heat was already being dissolved by the fresh shadows of the trees, with a light hand passing through his hair, and he slowly opened his sad dark eyes up into a pair of bright green ones and a smiling freckled face that had been staring tenderly at him for the last minutes.
-“Lily.” – he said, in a whisper. She was sitting right next to him.
-“Hi, Sevvie! You seem to have felt asleep!” – she said, in a playful tone. – “I knew I would find you here. I was looking for you!”
-“You were? Why?” - the boy sit, stretching his arms and trying to look respectable. Fortunately, he didn’t drool!
-“Just to chat.”
But she didn’t. She just sit there quietly, not talking about anything at all.
-“Chat about something in particular?” – he decided to ask, after a while.
-“Well, I heard that we are going to Hogsmeade in the first weekend after we return to Hogwarts.” She paused.
And then blushed.
-“And?…” – he asked, but feeling a chill growing on his stomach.
-“I was wondering if you would like to come with me. I mean… you are my best friend.”
She was still red, facing with particular interest the weed in front of her left knee.
And the chill suddenly turned into a yak filled up with guarana juice jumping frantically inside his stomach.
-“A…” – Severus started, completely overwhelmed with surprise. – “Lily… are you sure?” – he doubted it was truth. - “I mean…you have other friends – from your House.”
Silence followed.
Severus looked at Lily. She would be considering the situation. Of course. Why would she go with the Slytherin greasy haired boy? The Dark Arts’ lover, the library worm, Potter’s favourite prank victim?
He saw the colours on her face turn to their original ones.
It was overly obvious. She fell into reason. No one would think of going with Snivellus.
She could look him in the eyes now.
She did it for a few seconds, without saying a word, but his heartbeat was telling him it felt like decades.
-“Yes, Severus, I am sure. Will you go with me?”
He opened his mouth.
Then he closed it, but no word could find its way out.
He was wrong.
-“Why would you want to go… with me? – he asked, fearing an answer.
Lily came closer to him, her eyes sparkling right into his, the warmth of her body could be felt so near she was, the smell of her skin, and the flower scent of her shampoo.
Lily scent.
She took the lock of his deep black hair that had fallen on his eyes.
And all of a sudden she kissed him.
Severus thought his heart stopped at that very instant, but it seemingly didn’t, because he could still feel the lily scented shampoo, her body next to him, her right hand on his face, her left arm around his neck, her lips on his, her breath irregular, her heart beating loud, or was it his?
His own arms were now around her and time seemed to stop for ever.
Her hair was so soft, her skin so smooth, her taste so sweet…
When they broke off, Lily gently step back a few inches and he thought she would run away, screaming at him it had all surely been a mistake.
But Severus was proved wrong again.
She looked at him and smiled.
Her hand held his own hand and she pressured it a little.
-“I want to go with you because you are the one I trust. I know you will always be there for me. Even if you are in Slytherin.”
He smiled at her. It was truth.
She would always be in front of everything else in his life. He was sure of it.
She had always stood for him when Potter and his friends harassed him. She would never let him down. Never.
He was so sure of it then.
That 14 year-old boy was so mistaken.
They stayed like this –so close, hand in hand, the same fast heartbeat – until the day finally started to fall and the colours in the sky changed.
He wished this afternoon would never end.
He didn’t wish to return home, where his parents were fighting once again, his father drunk and violent and screaming as always, his mother dark and killing him with her eyes, but unable to do it with her hands, or just go away and leave it all behind.
He didn’t wish to go back to Hogwarts to be a prank puppet in the hands of most of the students, Potter and Black’s favourite slimeball, as they called him, thinking that the best way to gain others awe was by stalking the greasy boy.
He didn’t wish to go where Lily wouldn’t be this near to him. Why would he?
This very moment was his own – their own.
Severus kissed her again, not deeming it was truth, that Lily was so close to him, wanting him, believing him, trusting him.
Night was coming swiftly and they had to go soon. Severus got up and picked the book.
Lily stood up and gave him her hand to hold, but she didn’t move to go.
-“Severus.”-she said, in a whisper.
He embraced the girl, giving a gentle kiss on her forehead and then softly touching her lips with his own.
-“There is something I want you to promise me.” – she spoke, in a serious tone, her face looking a little paler than it should be, while she touched his determined eyebrows.
-“What is it that only I could do for you, Lily?” – the boy asked.
-“You will always be my friend.” – she exhaled. –“Even if…”
-“If what?” – he feared.
-“Even if I am not your friend.” – she said finally.
-“That’s nonsense!” – he laugh. – “You will never betray your feelings! – He trusted her so much! More than in himself!
-“I have betrayed them before”-she spoke seriously. –“And above all things I don’t want to hurt you. I need you to help me, and understand me. Can you promise such a thing?” – Her voice was a murmur now.
Severus was puzzled. What was the meaning of her words?
However, HE would never betray his own feelings. And he could answer her now with all the conviction in his heart.
-“Yes, Lily. I can promise you that.” - he answered, wholeheartedly.
He picked the weed next to them – a woodspurge – and he gave it to her.
She snuffled it and smiled at him.
They could go now.
Severus could remember clearly one specific day of his distant adolescence. He remembered many, in fact, because bitter memories are more acutely carved in our skin and in our soul, and he had several of those that would never leave him, as hard as he could try to forget. IF he ever wanted to forget them – which he didn’t, because he believed those harsh memories made him the man he was, and he never sought to be anything else.
But the recall that particular afternoon was different. Not dark, but bright. Not sad, but soul-warming. Not long and fastidious, but overly swift… Not to cause him anger, regret or pain when he would remember it, but other things he would seldom feel during most of his lifetime: companionship, security, and love.
Of course, Lily Evans was the central character of the scene.
Severus was reading his mother’s “Occlumancia Ars” book, lying under a big chestnut tree, in a quiet meadow near their house. It was the summer holiday before he started his 3rd year at Hogwarts. The weather was hot, and the cool shadow and fluffy grass under him felt awfully refreshing.
Eventually, the letters started to dance in front of his eyes, playing with each other, his eyelids started to weight a little and he smoothly felt asleep over the book.
A deep sleep without dreams or nightmares.
He gently woke up later in the afternoon, when the heat was already being dissolved by the fresh shadows of the trees, with a light hand passing through his hair, and he slowly opened his sad dark eyes up into a pair of bright green ones and a smiling freckled face that had been staring tenderly at him for the last minutes.
-“Lily.” – he said, in a whisper. She was sitting right next to him.
-“Hi, Sevvie! You seem to have felt asleep!” – she said, in a playful tone. – “I knew I would find you here. I was looking for you!”
-“You were? Why?” - the boy sit, stretching his arms and trying to look respectable. Fortunately, he didn’t drool!
-“Just to chat.”
But she didn’t. She just sit there quietly, not talking about anything at all.
-“Chat about something in particular?” – he decided to ask, after a while.
-“Well, I heard that we are going to Hogsmeade in the first weekend after we return to Hogwarts.” She paused.
And then blushed.
-“And?…” – he asked, but feeling a chill growing on his stomach.
-“I was wondering if you would like to come with me. I mean… you are my best friend.”
She was still red, facing with particular interest the weed in front of her left knee.
And the chill suddenly turned into a yak filled up with guarana juice jumping frantically inside his stomach.
-“A…” – Severus started, completely overwhelmed with surprise. – “Lily… are you sure?” – he doubted it was truth. - “I mean…you have other friends – from your House.”
Silence followed.
Severus looked at Lily. She would be considering the situation. Of course. Why would she go with the Slytherin greasy haired boy? The Dark Arts’ lover, the library worm, Potter’s favourite prank victim?
He saw the colours on her face turn to their original ones.
It was overly obvious. She fell into reason. No one would think of going with Snivellus.
She could look him in the eyes now.
She did it for a few seconds, without saying a word, but his heartbeat was telling him it felt like decades.
-“Yes, Severus, I am sure. Will you go with me?”
He opened his mouth.
Then he closed it, but no word could find its way out.
He was wrong.
-“Why would you want to go… with me? – he asked, fearing an answer.
Lily came closer to him, her eyes sparkling right into his, the warmth of her body could be felt so near she was, the smell of her skin, and the flower scent of her shampoo.
Lily scent.
She took the lock of his deep black hair that had fallen on his eyes.
And all of a sudden she kissed him.
Severus thought his heart stopped at that very instant, but it seemingly didn’t, because he could still feel the lily scented shampoo, her body next to him, her right hand on his face, her left arm around his neck, her lips on his, her breath irregular, her heart beating loud, or was it his?
His own arms were now around her and time seemed to stop for ever.
Her hair was so soft, her skin so smooth, her taste so sweet…
When they broke off, Lily gently step back a few inches and he thought she would run away, screaming at him it had all surely been a mistake.
But Severus was proved wrong again.
She looked at him and smiled.
Her hand held his own hand and she pressured it a little.
-“I want to go with you because you are the one I trust. I know you will always be there for me. Even if you are in Slytherin.”
He smiled at her. It was truth.
She would always be in front of everything else in his life. He was sure of it.
She had always stood for him when Potter and his friends harassed him. She would never let him down. Never.
He was so sure of it then.
That 14 year-old boy was so mistaken.
They stayed like this –so close, hand in hand, the same fast heartbeat – until the day finally started to fall and the colours in the sky changed.
He wished this afternoon would never end.
He didn’t wish to return home, where his parents were fighting once again, his father drunk and violent and screaming as always, his mother dark and killing him with her eyes, but unable to do it with her hands, or just go away and leave it all behind.
He didn’t wish to go back to Hogwarts to be a prank puppet in the hands of most of the students, Potter and Black’s favourite slimeball, as they called him, thinking that the best way to gain others awe was by stalking the greasy boy.
He didn’t wish to go where Lily wouldn’t be this near to him. Why would he?
This very moment was his own – their own.
Severus kissed her again, not deeming it was truth, that Lily was so close to him, wanting him, believing him, trusting him.
Night was coming swiftly and they had to go soon. Severus got up and picked the book.
Lily stood up and gave him her hand to hold, but she didn’t move to go.
-“Severus.”-she said, in a whisper.
He embraced the girl, giving a gentle kiss on her forehead and then softly touching her lips with his own.
-“There is something I want you to promise me.” – she spoke, in a serious tone, her face looking a little paler than it should be, while she touched his determined eyebrows.
-“What is it that only I could do for you, Lily?” – the boy asked.
-“You will always be my friend.” – she exhaled. –“Even if…”
-“If what?” – he feared.
-“Even if I am not your friend.” – she said finally.
-“That’s nonsense!” – he laugh. – “You will never betray your feelings! – He trusted her so much! More than in himself!
-“I have betrayed them before”-she spoke seriously. –“And above all things I don’t want to hurt you. I need you to help me, and understand me. Can you promise such a thing?” – Her voice was a murmur now.
Severus was puzzled. What was the meaning of her words?
However, HE would never betray his own feelings. And he could answer her now with all the conviction in his heart.
-“Yes, Lily. I can promise you that.” - he answered, wholeheartedly.
He picked the weed next to them – a woodspurge – and he gave it to her.
She snuffled it and smiled at him.
They could go now.
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