If a Great Wave Shall Fall (Severus Snape & Lily Evans)

Chapter Two

Disclaimer: I have never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER, ever, had the honor of owning Harry Potter and the awesome characters that were created by J.K... but I can dream can't I?

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Lily rushed into his house just seconds later, she was slightly breathless, "Sev... what happened?"

"Death Eaters took my mother," he snarled as he turned to look at her, fire dancing in his eyes.

Shock took over Lily, "Wh-why would they take your mum?"

"Because," he seethed as he turned his back to Lily and he raked a hand through his hair, "I took too long to send my bloody answer." Pure fury took over his good sense of mind and clouded his vision; he had the sudden urge to kick something... so he lashed out at the couch. He walked swiftly over to it and commenced to kicking the ever loving shite out of it, "Stupid – old – raggedy – no good – couch," he half growled, half snarled, lashing out at every word.

Lily stood back and let him kick the crap out of it, still having a hard time wrapping her mind around what had happened moments before. "I don't think that the couch had anything to do with it," she said quietly; never before had she seen Severus this angry.

He stopped and looked over at Lily, a dangerous glint in his eyes, and began to chuckle darkly, humourlessly; it sounded nothing like the rich deep baritone laughter that she loved so. This was far more hollow and lifeless. Once the disturbing laughter ceased, he said, "No... it didn't, but it's a hell of a lot better than kicking the wall." He then slumped down into the only upright arm chair, ignoring the springs pushing into his back. He had a hand in his greasy hair, his smoldering eyes staring at nothing, mentally kicking himself for not sitting down and writing that stupid letter earlier, only to stop abruptly when he noticed something. The book he had asked Malfoy about it not too long ago was sitting on the perfectly stable coffee table. Quickly leaning forward he flipped it open, his blazing eyes trailed down the inside of it, they fell on a small folded bit of parchment, a letter, which just so happened to be from the aristo-prat himself. Severus's lip curled up in disgust as he picked it up and opened it.

The letter read:

Severus,
Your mother will be staying with me until you make your choice, do not disappoint me. You would be valued and highly useful to the Dark Lord. Think things over, I assure you your mother won't be harmed if you make the right choice, but I cannot predict what would happen if you were to back out on us now.
Your friend,
Lucius

Lily watched as his face contorted in rage as he read the letter; the fire in his eyes tripled, putting any Fiendfyre to shame. He stood up, his normally pale face a shade lighter in his anger, his lips trembling the way they always did after an encounter with the Marauders. He walked over to her to give her the letter to read out of pure instinct. The air was crackling ominously as his magic reacted to his enraged state. She hesitantly took it and skimmed over it quickly then looked up at him in shock; they were blackmailing him. "We've got to take this to Professor Dumbledore," she said instantly.

He shot a look at her, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Like he would help me," he snarled. "If I were in a House other than Slytherin, he would jump to the rescue in a heartbeat, but since I'm not, the chances are incredibly slim." He turned away and began to pace. The crackling stopped when he stood still and after a moment he added quietly, "Besides, I was going to join them... I wanted to."

Lily was at a loss for words; did Sev really want to? "But – you wanted to?" His silence was an answer in its self, Lily's jaw dropped to the floor, "I don't – can't – I won't believe it."