Alan Rickman/ Characters (x reader imagines)

His Pain (Snape x Reader)

Your POV

Today was the day that a specific celebrity would be starting at Hogwarts. Hagrid had gone to get him in the middle of the night and now we waited for him to show up with the rest of the new First Years. My eyes move to the Potions professor clad in his flowing black robes. He was lost in thought at how the new students, well I guess one in particular would look. The last time he saw the boy, was when he found his parents, Lily and James Potter dead. He had gotten to their home in Godric's Hollow too late. I was the one that had to pull him off of Lily after I found him hugging her lifeless body on the nursery floor. They both had died protecting their son, Harry, from Voldemort.

A part of Severus had died that day as well. The part of him that was able to love another. That part was full of nothing other than his childhood friend, Lily Evans. I've always wished that he would be able to one day move on from his feelings of her, but something tells me that-that wasn't going to change anytime soon.

"The new students have arrived."

Turning to the door of the potions class, Minerva is standing in the doorway. Her eyes bounce between the two of us for a moment before I raise my hand to wave at her.

"You can get the sorting started, we'll catch up."

She leaves quickly and I turn to look back at Snape, who was still standing in the same place, his eyes stuck forward as he was in a daze. This had more of an effect on him than I'd originally thought. Standing up straight after leaning on one of the tables I walk over to him. Putting my hand on his shoulder he tenses before he turns to me, jumping away from me slightly.

"Severus, come on."

He looks around for a second, smoothing his robes out as if to wipe off whatever he was thinking about.

"Minerva is getting the sorting hat ready. There's First Years that need their houses."

He nods slightly as we make our way to the Great Hall. I swallow slightly, fearful of what might happen this evening. The last couple weeks have been long from preparing for the new term, the news of a young wizard that was able to survive an encounter with the Dark One coming to light made it worse. Glancing over my shoulder as I greet a few students, I see Snape following, the same look on his face from earlier. No doubt he was replaying the night he lost Lily over and over.

Standing in front of him he walks into me as I put my hands on his chest slightly. He looks down at me, a couple of students making a slight joke under their breath as they see us.

"Severus, look at me."

His dark eyes come back to mine as he sighs slightly.

"Let me in."

His eyes dart away from mine, his hands finding my wrists as he tries to get me off of him. Only for him to fail as I grab his arms and get his attention again.

"It is only me, you do not need to suffer on your own."

Looking at me for a moment, I let him go. His eyes flashed every emotion he was withholding from the last couple of days in them. Letting him go, I watch as he takes his place at the table, sitting next to Professor Quirrell. Taking my own spot, I glance to Trelawney and Flitwick for a moment. Doing my best to focus on the Sorting Hat, my breath catches in my throat as I see a familiar face. One that could be easily mistaken as a ghost.

The sorting hat places him in Gryffindor and I blink as I watch him go to his house table. There was a slam of a door behind us, turning to look I see that Snape is gone. Getting up I make my way out of the door after him, catching him after a mere second or two as he didn't get far.