Jily

Chapter 15

Lily's POV

Less than 15 minutes after Sirius, James, that traitor, and I arrived in the hospital wing, Remus, Peter, and Marlene traipsed in, frantically  rushing over to the three of us. There were choruses of unnecessary apologies as if they could have done anything to stop the injuries that the two of their best friends had received.  Remus, Sirius, and Marlene glared continuously at Snape, who sat alone on a hospital bed in the corner. I know that I should feel bad for Sev, but I just can not bring myself to being merciful of the greasy, traitorous boy. I can not believe that I used to be friends with him. 

Even more so, I can not believe that he punched James. Poor, James. I honestly still had a small doubt that lingered in the back of my mind that Sev was still  not a completely terrible person. I actually believed that the small, lonely boy that helped me discover my magic and purpose in life was still in there. But if there was one thing that this unfortunate experience tells me, it is that the boy I once knew is completely gone, vanquished from existence and replaced by this lying, deceitful jerk of a greaseball. 

I only looked at Sev once. It was in the beginning when we had just arrived in the hospital wing, and the sole purpose of the small glance was so I could glare at him. I spared the boy of my pity. He did not deserve it. However, no matter how hard I tried not to, I noticed that nobody came to visit the boy that I once knew. Around James and Sirius, there was quite a crowd of people, but Snape had not a single visitor while he was in the hospital wing. Still, he did not deserve my pity.

I clutched James's hand unnecessarily much. Really, he was quite fine. His nose was barely broken and was fixed very quickly, but that did not stop me from worrying. I mean, that is what girlfriends do when their boyfriend gets hurt. They care for them, even if that means squeezing the life out of their hand. Wait. Boyfriend? Is James really my boyfriend? I smile down at him, laughing at a joke Sirius just told him. James Potter might ACTUALLY be my boyfriend.

Ever since James and I had gotten together, our entire group of friends seemed to be a lot cheerier than normal. Maybe that is just because I am happier so it seems that everybody else is, too. No matter what the reason, we were happy. And that is what is important right? Being happy? And this is happy. James and I together, that is happy. Now that I think about it, I do not think that I ever truly understood what happy meant until now. When I was younger, my  happiness was always overshadowed by the constant underlying pain caused by Petunia's quiet bullying. Then as I grew up more and more, my happiness was trumped by the constant that my education provided me. Studying was always something I could consistently co without feeling negative of myself. But that did not mean I was happy, it meant I was coping.

Here I sit, surrounded by my closest friends, happier than I have ever been in my entire life. I feel no pity towards the traitorous being named Severus Snape. I glance over at him a second time and can not resist rolling my eyes at his mediocrity and the anger that I feel toward him. But still, I think I feel just a small twang of guilt. He was my unwavering friend for nearly ten years. I decide to simply not deal with the problem that revolves around Severus Snape. The man that has caused me so much pain. The boy sitting alone with a broken nose on a hospital bed. 

Honestly, I feel conflicted. I am not sure if I should feel hatred toward Sev or finally offer him mercy. Unfortunately, I can not ask James for he  is biased against Snape, the person that just caused his broken nose. 

What am I going to do?