BittersweetFrom amongst the literairy stacks few secrets were less obvious than those behind the shelves themselves.Bittersweet by ScarletQuill
But when the shelf opened... where there would an otherwise solid wall...
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Wormtail asked, seemingly no one in particular.
But then felt an impatient nudge at his back, he stepped aside.
"Its not like you were busy...
And besides -"
Lily Evans stepped out from behind him; readjusting her eyes to the full light.
"James would not have trusted just *anyone* with knowing of the hidden passageways..."
"But he didn't even tell you!"
The words hurt enough to silence any possible retort.
"Maybe so but he went too far last time. Southern, cypress bark is not easy to obtain and then he had to use Severus' scarce supply for - what'd he say??
Drying out his socks?!"
Peter cringed at the accusation.
"They'd been getting moldy -" He snapped, getting wound up again. "You'd know that if you kept up with the laundry."
Lily glared in response.
In Severus's Eyes (Part ?)This was the second, and final, time the Potters would be asked to join Lord Voldemorts forces. Snape had requested that he should be the one to talk to them as he knew them the best, and as seeing how badly the first request ended, it seemed that they were unlikely to accept and thus unlikely to leave with their lives without his help. The Death Eaters had been tracking the Potters for months, from corner to corner, alley way to alley way, but this time, the Death Eaters knew where the Potters were going, and when they got there, Snape would be waiting.In Severus's Eyes (Part ?) by FoulSpartan
It was 15 past six in the morning, and the air was chilly, and even then there was a slickness to the cobblestone streets leading to the safe house, and Severus and the other Death Eaters had just 15 minutes to clear the house.
They arrived after a short 5 minute walk, being that the area around the house was protected with anti-apparation charms to keep any unwanted guests from just popping in.
The area around the house was quiet, see
In Severus's Eyes (P. 3)"So... can I have my journal back now?" Severus asked as he broke the silence that had formed as they stared out into the night.In Severus's Eyes (P. 3) by FoulSpartan
Lily let go of her hug and said "Oh, this? Of course" she smiled as she handed him back the journal. "It's all yours, mister Half-Blood Prince." She teased.
Sounding urgent "You didn't read it did you!?" Severus replied.
"What? Of course not!" Retorted Lily, who sounded offended. "The cover was open to the inside when I picked it up and I saw that it said Property of the Half-Blood Prince. You know I'd never read someone's personal writing without permission. It's what I'd expect if you found my diary at least."
At the idea of Lily having a diary Severus's mind raced with curiosity of what it could possibly contain. Perhaps dreams of the future, her own family life moments, adventures yet to have been had at Hogwarts, or maybe even confessions of a crush. This last thought stuck in Severus' s head.
"Of course. I'd never betray your trust either Lily. We're to
In Severus's Eyes (P. 2)Severus kept running, though fat rain drops and an unfriendly wind fought him every step. He climbed over the small hills, mountains to him, alone, wet, clutching on to his journal that he held close to his chest under the tattered jacket to which he had grown so accustomed to. He was filled with hate, desperate for her warmth. He continued on for what felt like half an hour and as he came over the last hill he slipped on the wet grass and toppled down the muddy side.In Severus's Eyes (P. 2) by FoulSpartan
Now, with mud dripping from his hair and his clothes, he tried to stand up. On shaky legs he stood, but experienced an empty feeling at his chest. He had somehow dropped the journal. He searched frantically in the mud, cursing his father for making him run like this, fresh tears at his eyes.
But then came a sweet voice out of the darkness. Lily's voice.
"Severus?" She called. "What... What are you doing out here?"
He stood there for a moment, almost not believing that she was there, out of all places, there to pick him up
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