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Severus did not know why he was there. He had not made a conscious decision to be there. He just was. He could hear laughter, and feel the air brimming with anticipation. It made him feel sick. He pressed his forehead against the wall and closed his eyes. He hoped this would make his head stop spinning, help him to gather this thoughts, but it did not. His breaths came quickly, his heart beating way to fast.
I cannot be seen, he thought. Not by anyone.
She knew it was normal to feel unsettled on such a day every married woman she knew had told her that your wedding day is one of the scariest days of your life - but she still couldnt help thinking that pre-wedding jitters didnt feel quite like this. She just couldnt shake this feeling of uneasiness, and she was sure it was somehow connected to the fact that she simply could not stop thinking about Severus Snape. Why? Of course she still thought about him, but it always brough
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Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner, I was out. With my friends.
In relation to your latest owl, I must protest. I do know what they're saying about you. But I've leant not to stick up for pathetic muggle-borns as the latest belt from Crabbe left a rather nasty bruise.
And for your information, I am not jealous of that foul-mouthed, pretentious twerp. You clearly deserve each other.
Don't contact me again, this is your last warning.
~ S. Snape
Upon reading this haughty reply, Lily Evans does exactly that and never speaks to Severus Snape again. This would only add to his bitter self-loathing. If only he had really meant those words..
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Sirius seemed simultaneously thrilled and concerned to be here. Perhaps I should start taking an interest in my son, he suggested. Things were not going well, and he might be joining me here, if I didn't take a hand and do what I could from my side.
Harry looked like his father. I was shocked at how much. He had friends-that was good. And he seemed as happy as could be expected considering the state of things. But the strain was starting to take its toll. There were dark rings under his eyes, and he seemed wound too tight. A small, contained bomb, just waiting to detonate. I worried for him.
He had enough to bear, and that is why when Severus tore into