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    AudioFictions - Halloween Drabble(ish) Contest 2014

    ~HALLOWEEN DRABBLE(ISH) CONTEST 2014~


    Our Halloween Drabble Contest takes a bow in its fifth and final year, and since it's our last, we're extending the word count once again. This time, we're stretching the word "drabble" to mean 3000 words. Send us your tales of terror for the last chance to have your story brought to life by the MerMuggle team and read to the world on AudioFictions!

    Rules
    • Story length cannot exceed 3000 words
    • Story must be Halloween-themed
    • This episode will add sound effects to the winning submission(s); please try to include moments and narrative descriptions that will inspire a strong sound design for your story
    • Original characters are permitted, but the focus of the story must be on canon characters
    • No song lyrics for copyright purposes
    • Keep ratings at or below 3rd-5th Years, with minimal warnings
    • If you are able, have your story overviewed by a beta to avoid spelling/grammar issues (this is a preference more than a requirement)
    • Post your completed story as a response to this thread or E-mail it to mermuggles@hotmail.com; you are not required to submit your story to the MuggleNet Fan Fiction main site, although you are permitted to do so
    • One entry per person
    • All stories must be submitted by 11 PM (MST) on Wednesday, October 15th
    • When submitting your story, include the below information preceding the story in the following format:
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      [B]Title:[/B] [B][U]Paste Title Here[/U][/B]
      [B]Author:[/B] (Your screen name and/or your real name: what you put is what we will credit you as in the episode)
      [B]Warnings:[/B]
      [B]Ratings:[/B]
      [B]Summary:[/B] [I]Paste Summary Here[/I]
      Winners
    • Winner(s) will be selected by AudioFictionsís MerMuggle Reader team
    • For winning, your story will be read aloud, with sound effects, and credited to you by a MerMuggle reader in the 2014 Halloween episode of AudioFictions


    If you have any questions, post them in this thread or E-mail the MerMuggles and they will be answered by Lupinpatronus as soon as possible.

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    Guh. I sent an email but I'm not sure if it went through because my e-mail is being weird. So....sorry if it's a double entry. :S

    Title: The Not-So-Fast and the Furious
    Author: minnabird
    Warnings: Violence
    Ratings: 3rd-5th Years
    Summary: It's Halloween, and the mismatched team of Scabior and Greyback are at it again. A simple visit to a Halloween party to scrounge free food turns into a chase across Orlando. Why does Scabior stay with Greyback again?

    I hadn’t been this entertained since before You-Know-Who copped it.

    A woman in what looked like a pound of white makeup and fake blood had cornered Greyback by the punch bowl. Greyback, for his part, leaned back against the wall, as far from her as he could manage, lips curled back over his pointed teeth. I edged closer, wondering what she was talking to him about.

    “…Must tell me where you get your prosthetics. Not that I could pull them off nearly as well as you.” She ran a finger down his chest, smiling up at him. I hurried away, feeling sick to my stomach. On second thought, I didn’t want to hear anymore. Imagine anyone finding that attractive.

    My eyes landed on the refreshment table. Now, that was more like it. Too bad that little scene had spoiled my appetite. Still, couldn’t hurt to take some for the road…

    You might be wondering how we ended up at a Muggle Halloween party. It’s simple: free food. We clean up some, Greyback puts on a torn shirt, I get out my old robes, and voila: for once, we blend in. If magic runs loose on Halloween, it’s only because the Muggles make it so easy.

    Greyback hadn’t been too happy about the plan, mind. And I had a feeling he wasn’t going to stay quiet for—

    There it was. I sighed and stuffed a napkin full of food into my pocket, then went to break it up before Greyback savaged anyone.

    * * *

    This wasn’t the first time I’d been on the run. It wasn’t even the first time I’d been on the run from Greyback. Sticking with a half-feral wolfman kept me in better shape than being a Snatcher ever had. My breath was screaming in my lungs, though, and we’d come out of the winding streets of the residential neighborhood to a wide, straight road. Nowhere to hide.

    At the same moment that Greyback finally grabbed the back of my robes, I closed my eyes, thought of a place, and did a sort of pirouette.

    I crashed to the ground on top of Greyback, his knee digging into my back. He groaned. Good. I hoped he’d Splinched himself. Something creaked, and I looked around for the source of the noise. The blades of a small red windmill turned slowly in the warm breeze. I closed my eyes. Why, of all places, when facing possible death, had I thought of a mini-golf course? This was what my life had become.

    “Get off me,” Greyback growled. I started to struggle up, and he wheezed. Oops. That was his stomach. When I finally got up, I put several feet of distance between me and Greyback. Usually Apparition broke the rampage, but I didn’t want to risk being too close to those claws of his, just in case.

    Greyback stood as well, looking very much like a man who was about to tear my face off. I gulped. “Why did you stop me?” he demanded.

    “Because you losing your temper in the middle of a party means a great big mess for the Muggle police to clean up. And investigate. Not very inconspicuous.” I crossed my arms, hoping that made me look a little more authoritative.

    “I’m done being inconspicuous!” he shouted, his voice so loud I swore it echoed off all the cheery statuary.

    “You’re making a good start,” I said. “Yell a little louder. Would you like me to get in touch with the American Ministry for you, save you all the trouble?”

    In retrospect, that was not my brightest idea. Half an hour later, I was once more out of breath, but this time I was alone, halfway across the city, on another mini-golf course.

    I don’t know why they need so many of them.

    And now I had lost Greyback, which was just…peachy. He might try turning me in, just to get the jump on me after my threat. More likely, he was about to go on a homicidal rampage, which – while seasonal – would be disastrous for the whole keeping-our-heads-down thing we had going. Much as I’d like to leave him to his fate, he was the only one who knew where I was. Also, he was probably the main reason I’d survived as long as I had. I owed it to him to save him from himself.

    At least I had one thing going for me: the idiot couldn’t Apparate on his own.

    * * *

    Following the sound of screams, it turned out, was not a guarantee of finding Greyback, even out of hearing range from the theme parks. Not on Halloween night, anyway. I burst into four haunted houses before I realized that it wasn’t working.

    The problem was, I didn’t know what else to do, besides wandering the neighborhood where I’d lost him, keeping my eyes and ears peeled.

    “Here, boy. Heeere, doggy, doggy,” I called as I walked down a busy street, and added a whistle for good measure. If there was anything likely to flush him out of hiding, it was anger. And hey, why not go the crudest route possible? I was having no luck with that, either. I was about to give up and go find somewhere to watch the news on the television for some hint of him when I heard a screech and a crash. I was going to ignore it – Muggle transport was always dangerous – until I heard a woman’s scream and an extremely familiar growl.

    By the time I got there, Greyback had the woman on the ground. Long scratches on her side bled freely. She wasn’t the only one who was bleeding, though. A dark stain was spreading on Greyback’s upper thigh, and his right leg was twisted oddly. I didn’t look too closely. I just launched myself at him, throwing my strength against that leg. He screamed – a real, blood-curdling scream, the kind of sound I had only heard him make when transforming. He toppled sideways, and I grabbed him under the arms. I looked around, wondering where I could take him. I wouldn’t get far trying to carry him, and I still didn’t have a wand. My eyes landed on the car.

    Heaving him into the backseat wasn’t easy, but I managed it. The next part was the really hard part.

    I climbed into the driver’s seat, trying to remember what I’d seen the cab driver do, the one time we had threatened one into giving us a ride. I had never wanted to see the inside of a car again, but what could I do? This was an emergency. Okay. There was something to do with the pedals. I fumbled around with my foot and found one. The car made a growling sound when I pressed it down, but it didn’t move.

    I opened the door and looked down at the woman bleeding on the side of the road. “Hey, you. How do you make this thing go?” She looked at me, but didn’t answer, starting to scramble to her feet with her hand pressed to her side. “Listen, I’m a wizard, and he’s a werewolf. You ever seen a real person with claws like those? If you don’t tell me how to make this thing go, I’ll let him out to finish what he started.” Sure enough, behind me, Greyback was sitting up.

    She stopped, staring, eyes comically wide. “You put it in drive.”

    “And how do you do that?” I prodded, impatient. I had just broken the Statute of Secrecy, and Greyback had hurt someone. We were in a boatload of trouble, and he was hurt besides. We needed to get out of here.

    “That…the stick? Beside the seat? Put your foot on the brake – the left pedal – and move it till it’s on ‘D.’”

    I looked down, trying to see what she meant. There was indeed a “D” next to the stick. A blur of white and red moved in the corner of my eye: the woman was running. Nevermind that. I had instructions. I put my foot on the left pedal, moved the stick to D, then tried the other pedal. The car jumped forward with a sound like a dragon’s digestion.

    We were off.

    * * *

    There was terror, bloodshed and a whole lot of yelling from Greyback before we got out of Orlando. But hey, we made it, and Greyback’s on the mend. It turns out he never trusted Healers anyway and would rather do his own doctoring. Well, that’s his lookout, not mine.

    You want to know why I stick with him? I don’t know what to tell you, except that if you stay with someone long enough, you start to get used to them. There’s no honor among thieves, but we owe each other our lives so many times over and have so many of the same secrets that we’re both safest together, where we can keep our eyes on each other.

    Greyback’s the brawn. And me? Well, I’m starting to think I’m the brains. And that, my friend, is the scariest part of this whole arrangement.
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    Title: The Night of the Giant Pumpkins
    Author: Sueatducksfoot
    Warnings: None
    Ratings: 1st-2nd Years
    Summary: Hagrid’s attempts to protect his pumpkins from slugs leads to unusual consequences.

    Hagrid stomped down the front steps of the castle. He had just been to the Headmaster's office to get permission to use magic on the giant pumpkins he'd been growing. The slugs were ruining them and he wanted them to be nice for the Halloween feast.

    As he walked down to his cabin he went over the spell in his mind. He was going to cast a protective spell that would keep the slugs off the pumpkins. He thought if the spell worked for people, it must do the same for pumpkins.

    Pulling his pink umbrella from one of his many pockets, Hagrid went out to his pumpkin patch. Pointing his umbrella at each pumpkin in turn, he mumbled, "Protego!" He was so focused on each new pumpkin, he didn't see that when each spell hit the pumpkin it glowed briefly and shuddered before returning to its original state. "There! Tha’ should keep ‘em safe until next week," he thought.

    Hagrid happily took himself off to the pub secure in the knowledge that his precious pumpkins were now protected.

    A week later Hagrid took his large orange treasures to the Great Hall. He had enlisted the help of the Head Boy and Girl and the Prefects to decorate the hall and carve the pumpkins. "Here ye go," he said with a grunt as he put the last one down in front of the group.

    Malfoy sneered to Pansy, "I thought the great oaf wasn't supposed to do magic. He must have used an engorgement charm to get them that big."

    "Mind yer own business Malfoy." Hagrid growled, "Yer just needin’ ter carve ‘em up."

    Before they could start, Professor Flitwick came in with the school choir. "Don't mind us, we are just going to practice." He lead the group to a corner where they began to warm up their voices.

    "This just gets better and better," Malfoy sneered.

    "Shut it." Ron told him, "Just carve your pumpkin."

    Harry, Ron and Hermione moved toward a pumpkin near the staff table. "Whatcha think, scary or funny?" Ron asked.

    "Scary." Hermione decided. Using her wand, she quickly drew a scary face on the giant pumpkin. Then working together, the three carved it into a face. Around the room, others were doing the same.

    Terrified screams coming from behind him caused Harry to spin around just in time to see a giant pumpkin with a wicked grin swallow Flitwick. The choir scattered; some ran screaming out the door, while others were chased across the room. At another shout, Harry turned to see Draco running from the pumpkin he'd been carving, while Pansy lay collapsed in a heap.

    "Oy, Harry, look out!" Ron shouted, shoving Harry hard from behind. As he fell, Harry saw the wide mouth of the pumpkin they'd been carving close over the space he'd just been in. Hermione's cry of "Reducto!" only caused the pumpkin to turn and head for her. Ron grabbed her hand and pulled her out of it's way. "Try Confringo!" he yelled, "Together." The two shouted "Confringo!!!" causing the pumpkin to explode.

    Harry, gaining his feet, ran across the room to help Anthony, who was trying to save some of the choir members from a leering pumpkin. "Confringo!" they shouted, making short work of the giant orange monster.

    Harry looked around, Hannah and Ernie were battling a Jack o Lantern with large round eyes. Ron had joined Padma as she battled one with large teeth. Hermione had gone for the one that had swallowed Flitwick and Hagrid's big fist smashed another as it was closing in on him. Draco was cowering under the staff table, screaming like a girl, while the pumpkin repeatedly bumped the table trying to shove it out of the way.

    As much as he would have liked to leave him, Harry went to Draco's rescue. Harry's "Reducto!" splattered Draco in pumpkin pulp, as around the room the others finished off the last of the giant gourds.

    In the silence that followed, Harry looked to Hagrid. "What happened?"

    "Don't know," Hagrid moaned, looking at the mess his pumpkins had made.

    Hermione moved to stand next to him, "Hagrid, did you use your umbrella on these pumpkins?" she asked in a quiet voice.

    "Erm, yea. I was just protectin em from ta slugs." Hagrid stated. "I just used a protectin charm."

    "I don't think it worked." Ron said watching pumpkin pulp slide down the wall.

    "Now what are we gonna do?" Hagrid cried, "All me pumpkins are mush and we don't have anything for the feast."

    "You could always make pies." Ron stated, rubbing his stomach. "I'm hungry."

    Hermione hit his arm, "Oh Ron, when aren't you hungry?" she laughed.

    "Let's get this mess cleaned up." Harry said, "then we can find Ron something to eat."
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    Title: The Potion
    Author: Aless Nox
    Warnings: None
    Ratings: 1st-2nd Years
    Summary: A Severus Snape and Lily Evans story.

    At his home on Spinner's End, sitting partially inside of his large brick kitchen fireplace, Severus Snape stared down into a golden cauldron. The red flames licked the sides lovingly, causing brilliant reflections to flit around the dark corners of the room. Tiny whisps of smoke were rising in spirals from the pale liquid whose surface rippled lightly with a pastel-colored sheen. The kitchen was small and somewhat dirty. A heavy wooden table strewn with herbs and bottles took up most of the cabinet-lined room which also contained three chairs, a white sink with chipped enamel, and a small window lined by tatty green curtains.

    A faint knocking sound startled Snape. He looked up confused for a moment because the entry had been spelled to repel unwanted visitors. Snape strode through the kitchen door passing into a small dark sitting room lined with books. Clutching his wand in his pocket, he slowly opened the door. A moment later, he thrust the door open wide, for standing on the threshold was Lily Evans, her light blue coat and dark red hair contrasting strongly with the dreariness of the grey trash-strewn street behind her. She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, looking away as if she hadn't noticed that Snape was there. For a moment, Snape simply stared at her. Then he made a slight bow of his head and stepped back from the door.

    "Lily," he said, " what a wonderful surprise. Please come in."

    Lily turned to glare at him for a moment, her pink lips pursed in anger. Then she strode into the room and turned to face him. Her arms crossed. Severus Snape closed the door and turned toward her, but before he could open his mouth to ask her how she was, Lily shouted, "What did you mean by sending me that letter?"

    Although Snape's face looked quite calm, he was absentmindedly wringing his hands. "Lily, I ... "

    "It exploded in my face!" she said angrily, " It scared Petunia half to death. What was so important that it was worth burning off my eyebrows?"

    Severous Snape's brow wrinkled, "I'm sorry if I caused you any distress," he said, "I simply meant to prevent the letter from falling into the wrong hands. You were able to read it, were you not?"

    Lily shifted her weight uncomfortably, "Well... yes I did read it, but I still want to know what you meant by it."

    Snape pulled his hands into his sleeves, and looked directly at Lily, "I only meant to warn you."

    "That I am in danger? That marrying James is a mistake?" Lily Evans walked forward her hands on her hips, " Yes, I read the letter but I don't understand what you mean by it. It this some petty joke? Some last ditch effort to get back at James Potter?"

    At the mention of Potter's name, Snape frowned. "I only thought that ... as a friend, I should ask you. Are you sure? Are you sure that you know what you are doing marrying Potter? He is a liar and a cheat. He has shown you one face, Lily, but the face that he shows others is totally different. Marrying Potter would be a grave mistake! He couldn't keep you safe. Not like ..." Snape looked down at his feet his voice trailing away, "not like he should."

    Lily stepped forward until she was only inches from him, forcing him to look down into her face. "Don't you think that it is my decision whether or not to trust James Potter? I know what he was like in school. I'm not completely naive about his past. He's changed, Severus. He's not as cruel or as irritating as he once was."

    "You think not?" Severus sneered, "I think that he has simply gotten better at hiding things from you." Snape's face then softened and his voice became deep and earnest. He reached out and touched her shoulder with the tips of his fingers, " Potter is dangerous, Lily. Open your eyes and see it. He makes enemies. If you marry him it will put YOU in danger too. Do you remember what we discussed about his friend Lupin. No, don't deny it, we both know that it's true. He is a werewolf!"

    "I know." Lily said, "James told me."

    "And how long did he hide it from you? How long did he keep it a secret? "

    "James wouldn't talk about Lupin because he could never easily betray a confidence," Lily said.

    Snape's head fell back as he stiffled a laugh. "Oh, so that's the story he gave you? And you believed it? Don't fool yourself into believing that he has told you all of his secrets! "

    "What happened to Lupin was unfortunate. He is a good man. He deserves our compassion and our respect."

    "I see. So your ...fiance expects you be friends with him? To welcome a werewolf into your home? To take the risk of being killed by him! Don't you see? Potter cares nothing for your safety!"

    Lily turned away from Snape walking toward the tattered couch, "It's only once a month. He is contained at those times."

    Snape walked up behind Lily. He leaned over her shoulder talking quietly into her ear. "And the one time that he gets loose? Lily, you know that when a person transforms into a werewolf they have no memory of friend or foe. He could kill you, Lily... and yet Potter finds that an acceptable risk?"

    "I find it an acceptable risk," Lily replied as she turned to face him, " and Severus, please keep it quiet about Lupin. He could lose his job."

    Snape couldn't keep the bitterness out of his voice, "So now I am to lie for him as well? When will you see that Potter does not have your best interests at heart? I fear for you, Lily. I fear what will happen to you if you ally yourselves with those who are too vocal and too conspicuous. Those who already have dangerous foes. Gryffindors may value bravery, but you mustn't confuse it with foolhardiness."

    "Dangerous foes? Severus do you mean..." Lily lost her anger. Her face was now full of fear. "Do you mean... is James ... are the death eaters planning to harm him? Do you know this?"

    Severus raised his chin speaking in a haughty voice, "Who can say what the servants of the Dark Lord will do. But it is certain that those who openly defy them will be challenged."

    Lily jumped forward and grabbed the front of Snape's robe shocking him with her intensity. "Severus!" Lily demanded, "do you know something for certain? Is James, or Sirius, or Remus, or Peter on a death list that you know of? Does He-who-can-not-be-named have them marked for death? Please, tell me! Severus please."

    "No," Snape said quietly all of the haughtiness gone from his voice, "they are on no list that I know of. I only meant that they might one day be."

    Lily sagged, relief etched in all of her features. She walked over to the tattered couch and slouched down upon it wiping her eyes. Snape took a seat facing her in a large faded armchair. He clutched the arms of the chair with his fingernails as he gazed fiercely at Lily, watching as she bit her lower lip her eyes closed. She blew out a breath.

    A smile touched Lily's lips and she sat up opening her eyes. She looked around the small sitting room noticing the walls of books and the small cabinet with photos in silver frames. Then she looked straight at Snape causing him to blink. "It's been a long time," she said.

    "Yes," Snape agreed.

    "I heard about your mother," Lily said quietly, "I'm sorry. That leaves you in this house all alone doesn't it?"

    Snape sat up taller, pulling his robes around him, "Yes, this house is mine now. It isn't a mountain of Gringotts gold, but there are worse inheritances."

    Lily's smile widened a bit. "So what have you been doing these days? Still selling potions to the Apothecary?"

    "It pays the bills," Snape said sharply, "Mother left me a small muggle bank account for the upkeep of this house, but one still has magical expenses." Snape arched his hands but his eyes never strayed far from Lily's face. "Professor Slughorn has promised to introduce me to some of his friends in the ministry, and I have also been pursuing some ...other prospects. Alas, some of us must still work for a living."

    Lily smiled, "What you meant to say was, 'Alas, not all of us can marry money?' " Snape opened his mouth as if to deny it, but Lily Laughed loudly, and a smile touched the edge of Snape's lips. "Oh, Severus," Lily said warmly, "How I've missed your sense of humor."

    Snape's breath seemed to catch in his throat at her mention of his given name. He leaned forward gazing into her eyes, but Lily turned away, her face turning red. Her voice lowered to a whisper, "I'm sorry Severus," she said, "I'm sorry that I abandoned you." She glanced up at him, but Snape said nothing. "We were best friends, and I left you alone. I never forgave myself for that. I just ...wanted to apologize. Please, just ... don't hate me anymore."

    "Hate you?" Snape said, his voice cracking with emotion, "I could never hate you Lily. You know that."

    Lily's smile shone like the sun. She reached forward and grabbed his hands with hers, and years fell from Snape's face. It was as if they were children again. "Oh Severus," Lily said,"how I've missed you. We used to do everything together. When you were gone, it was as if I was a boat that had lost an anchor. Do you remember the first time we were able to make patronuses?"

    "Yes I do," Snape said, "And your doe chased my patronus around the room." They laughed clasping their hands even tighter.

    "You know what's funny?" Lily began, "James' patronus is a Stag. He says that proves that we were meant for each other." Snape had stiffened at the mention of James Potter. "Oh no, not you too!" Lily said exasperation in his voice. "I can't even mention your name without James getting as prickly as a knarl, and now I see that it's the same if I mention his name in front of you." Snape scowled. He pulled his hands free from hers. Lily sighed," Why is it that the two men that I care most about, hate each other so much?"

    Snape had been frowning but when Lily mentioned how she cared for him, his heart leapt. he covered his face with his hand to hide his smile. Lily, mistaking his gesture for distress leaned forward and placed a hand on his knee. "Don't be upset, Severus," she said.

    "I'm not," he croaked unable to keep his voice from cracking. He took a breath and then sat back in his chair. "I'm not upset Lily." He smirked, "It's just that my patronus has changed since you last saw it. Potter may have a patronus that looks like a Stag, but now my patronus is a plate of roast venison." Lily laughed. Her loud voice booming off of the walls of the small sitting room. Snape's eyes sparkled as he gazed greedily at her long red hair, her soft lips, and her beautiful smile. Snape was filled first with desire, then with jealousy as he thought of James Potter touching her, holding her, kissing her. Resolve formed in his mind and his smile turned sly. "Would you like a cup of tea?" He asked.

    (( ))

    In the kitchen, Snape hurriedly gathered all that he would need. He waved his wand, and a silver kettle filled itself in the sink and hung itself on a hook over the fire. He pulled out his mother's silver tea tray and her best china. "Scourgify!" He cried and the dust flew off of the cups revealing the pattern of silver hippogryphs in a green forest. He searched and found the tin of ginger and treacle biscuits that he had bought at a muggle shop but never opened. Then he carried the teapot over to the fireplace and held it in one hand while he used his wand to stir the potion that was sitting over the fire. It would not reach full potency until the evening, but that couldn't be helped.

    Snape summoned a golden ladle and placed two spoonfuls of the potion into the teapot. Then he prodded the fire with his wand so that it flared up. In a few minutes, the water in the kettle was boiling. Snape poured the boiling water on top of the potion before adding a tea bag. A few wispy spirals of steam rose out of the teapot before he replaced the lid. He placed the teapot, biscuits, sugar, milk, cups and saucers on the silver tray and carried it through the door into the sitting room.

    Lily was standing across the room examining the pictures which stood on the mantle in wooden frames. Placing the tea tray down on the table, Snape walked over to Lily's side. She was examining a picture of a young Snape in oversized school robes standing in front of the Hogwarts express. He fiddled with a small pin on his chest, and looked down hiding his face behind his hair. Every so often his mother's arm would reach out and tug on his robes to straighten them. "Oh I remember this," Lily said, "this is when we came back from our first year. You had gotten an award in defense against the dark arts, do you remember?"

    Snape leaned over Lily's shoulder. She smelled of wild lillies. "If you look closely, you may see someone else you know," he said as he reached around her to tap the picture frame. Snape and his mother moved aside, and she could see in the background two young girls. The smaller talked animatedly motioning with her hands, and the older tried to hide the fact that she was interested in what her younger sister was saying.

    "Why that's me and Tuny!" Lily said. "She was much more tolerant of magic back then." Lily said her smile slowly fading. "I really wish that she could have come to Hogwarts with me. Now all that I have are her jealousy and her spite." Lily put the picture back down on the bookshelf, and returned to the couch. Snape sat across from her again and poured her a cup of tea.

    "Would you like milk or sugar?" he asked.

    "No thank you," Lily said and lifting her cup with both hands she blew across it so that the steam flew in complex spirals. Snape poured himself a cup, and sat back in his chair watching Lily who lifted the cup to her lips. Snape gazed intensely, his eyes never leaving Lily's face. Lily looked across the rim of the cup straight into Snape's eyes and froze. Three seconds later she slammed the teacup down on the table which such force that the saucer cracked. She rose to her feet. "Severus Snape!" Lily yelled angrily, "You would have let me drink that wouldn't you? Did you think that I wouldn't notice Amortensia when I saw it? You weren't the only one to get an O in potions, you know!" Lily was shaking with her anger now. "Did you plan for me to take this and break my engagement? Do you hate James Potter so much that it is worth utterly destroying a lifelong friendship? How could you!"

    Lily turned to go, but Snape rushed forward grabbing her sleeve to stop her. "Lily!" he demanded, "You know me. Do you think that I would...that I could ever do anything that would harm you? I only wanted to keep you from making a dangerous mistake. Can you fault me for trying to use whatever means were available to me ... to do whatever I had to do to save you?"

    "Save me?" she exclaimed as she slapped his hand away. "You think that making me infatuated with you would save me? You were going to slip me a love potion for my own good?"

    Snape stood up straighter his voice filling with pride. "But Lily, this is no crude passion pill to confuse the mind and cause lust for a day. Nor is it even Amortensia the strongest of the so called 'love potions' that causes an obsessive infatuation. I have, through careful and meticulous research, minimized the negative effects of Amortensia and created the first 'true' love potion. I added silkworm pods and an infusion of lovet to increase longevity. I added a tincture of spearmint and rose hips that have been steamed with lavender for sweetness. The person who drinks this potion will think on the last person that they have seen with tenderness. A tenderness that will grow in time into the deepest affection. My potion creates caring, not coveting; love and loyalty, not lust; joy not jealousy. And I wouldn't let you take it alone. We would drink it together. Just a touch to your lips and mine and we would share a love of the kind that legends are made of!"

    "But don't you see Severus, that this proves exactly what they have been saying about you all along?"

    "What do you mean," Snape spat, "What do 'they' say of me?"

    "That you think only of yourself. That you think yourself superior to those of muggle birth."

    "But I never said ..."

    "But you just did. You would have me drink this thing with you no matter what I wanted. Did you not for one moment think that I might want some say in deciding who I spend the rest of my life with? Don't you realize that to try to make this decision for me means that you don't respect my will or trust my judgement?" Lily turned toward the door to leave.

    "Wait!" Severus called out. He grabbed her shoulder turning her toward him, but he froze when he saw her.

    Tears streamed down her face. She looked as if the world had crashed around her. "The saddest thing ..." she began, "is that I already loved you Severus, but now ... now I know that you never trusted me. You never loved me the same as I loved you. You never were able to put my feelings before your own."

    Lily walked to the door and opened it. Snape started forward but she turned again and her eyes froze him on the spot. "Goodbye Severus," Lily said, her green eyes filled with tears. Then turning she walked out of the door closing it behind her. The door shutting sounded like the sealing of a tomb, but when he heard it, it was as if a paralysis spell had finally lifted. Snape ran to the door and tossed it open, but she was gone. The street was bare and empty as if no one had walked along it in months.

    Snape came back into his dark, empty house and closed the door. He walked a few steps and then sank down to the ground clutching his face in his hands. He had lost her. He had lost Lily Evans forever. It seemed like a long time that he was on the ground. Was it minutes or days, he could not tell. When he reached the table, wiping up the spilled tea with a dirty dishtowel, the pot had gone cold. Snape dropped down into the armchair, despair etched on his face. Then he stared at the pot. "You were right, Lily," he said to the empty room, "I did not trust you enough, I did not love you enough!" Snape picked up the teacup and drained it before pouring another and drinking it down as well. " I didn't love you enough then," he said," but I will never...never make that mistake again."

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