Together Again ✦ Snily

[chap.27]

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Love Hurts
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||Third Person||

It's been a long, gloomy week since they've last been in any sort of contact. Lily missed her duties and responsibilities as the Potion's Apprentice; she missed working with the kids and grading the essays in Severus' dark murky office, with nothing but his often pleasant company, along with the rhythmical noise of quill scratching and ink blobbing. She had also skipped her duties of patrolling the corridors at Hogwarts, supplying Madam Pomfrey with healing potions, and helping Minerva in the Gryffindor Common Room. She missed them, but she couldn't help it, she had to leave. She doesn't want to see him, or breathe the same air as him. Lily didn't leave Hogwarts just because he had shouted for her to, but because she wanted to. She needed to.

That abominable day that Lily had left, she immediately ran to her quarters in tears, and packed a small suitcase then fled Hogwarts without a note to anyone. She had no where to go, because she no longer had ownership of her old home in Godric's Hollow. It was definitely out of the equation to embrace the idea of Sirius' place, because of the constant grunts she'll be hearing about Snape. She's heard enough from and of him from that day, the sweet caring man she had known was gone. He had even bellowed at her for Merlin's pants! If Sirius knew.. Lily didn't want to think of the treacherous outcome of that.

Just when her last sliver of hope left, even considering staying with Harry in his hospital wing; she realized that Remus has an old and unused home near Hogsmeade Village somewhere. It's positively wrong to just go live there for a bit without the owner's consent (even if it hasn't been inhabited for what Remus said was a decade), but what other choice did she have? The trust she had in her friends weren't as grand as the trust she has in Sirius and Remus.. and even Severus through all the things he's done to her...

Lily ran to the old shack of a house, discovered a rusted key under a tatty doormat and entered. Remus usually stayed in Grimmauld Place or the Shrieking Shack or his father's, and she couldn't blame him.

The home was small, with only a small sitting room that held a patched up settee, cracked glass coffee table and a ripped rug. She was sure that when the full moon approaches, he probably comes here too since it's so distant and small, it would be able to contain one's self.

Down from the sitting room was a narrow, three meter long hallway that led into a simple kitchen. The kitchen was thankfully well kept. The hallway had a door too, that was just a mini washroom. Nothing too fancy, nothing too big. The perfect place for hiding from a possible lover/best friend/boss.

But since the home was so small, she was forced to sleep on the settee that was terribly uncomfortable for that week, and every moment she found herself wishing that she'd been back in her own bed at Hogwarts, with a certain mint scent lingering beside her.

Even though today was Monday, Lily still didn't attend Hogwarts for her job. She didn't want to be near him, even though a week's past. She had left Hogwarts, feeling heartbroken and torn to shreds. She bets he didn't feel anything.

But she was wrong.

Severus was very much angry with himself, and had screamed in painful and emotional agony once she had left, flinging a glass jar of Dried Nettles and Boomslang Skin at the wall. She was leaving again, but worse. He had told her to, and it hurt worse. He was the cause of those unruly tears and desperate sobs. Once Lily had stomped away, he had let himself cry tears of egregious and depressed feelings out of frustration and anger for the words and acts he had committed.

||Lily||

It's Monday. How groggy.

I was about to prepare a quick lunch before leaving to go to St. Mungo's to check up on Harry; just when an owl tapped at the kitchen window. I felt bad about living in Remus' abandoned home without him knowing, but I really have no other choice. I'm sure he doesn't mind and would want to help me, but on a certain level there was still guilt.