The grounds of Hogwarts in summer always were so inviting. The grass a dark, vibrant green, the air warm. All of the students had returned home to be with families and give the teachers a chance to prepare for the new year, but even the teachers enjoyed the summer season, all except one.
Professor Snape always hid, locked away in his dungeon classroom, ruefully getting things in order. He currently sat at his desk, grumbling as he shuffled papers, pondering what potions he would try to make tonight. He only left for meals and he got bored. He let his mind drift to the students he loathed so as he organized. He scowled, recalling one in particular. The son of the woman he loved, Harry James Potter. Oh, how he hated that boy for his arrogance, his mother's eyes..his ass of a father's looks.
See, when Snape was a student, he was bullied by James Potter and his friends. Lily was his only friend, up until that Potter targeted her and she fell. Anyway, if Snape hadn't sworn to the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, that he would protect the Potter boy, he wouldn't mind letting him get injured, hexed, the sorts. He stood up, frowning. He needed to get out of the dungeon, take his mind off of Lily and Potter. "I swear, I'll lose my mind if Potter decides to be defiant again this next year." He frowned "I think I'll go outside today." He sulked to the door and opened it, stepping into the corridor.
He frowned again as Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, zoomed past, levitating himself. Flitwick froze and backed up. "Severus! It's wonderful to see you out and about! You should go see the fairies on the Quidditch field! They are reflecting the light, glowing gold as they play!" Snape sneered at him "I've got better things to do than watch little pixies ruin the field."
He felt slightly triumphant as Flitwick frowned "Well...alright, Severus, suit yourself." He zoomed away, grumbling to himself. Snape stalked into the Great Hall, sighing as he looked up, expecting to see some sun or something, but, alas, the ceiling was grey. No one had enchanted it today. He hurried out of there and paced, wondering if he should go outside.
He looked around and, since he saw no one, decided he would go look at the Quidditch field. He slowly walked out onto the field, shielding his eyes from the light the fairies reflected. He blinked a few times, marveling at their beauty. They must have caught him staring, because they all gravitated towards him and started poking and lightly tugging on his sleeves, tickling him. He laughed and for once in his life, it wasn't full of mirth. He playfully swatted at them, still laughing until he heard a noise behind him. He whirled around and spotted the groundskeeper, Hagrid with professor Flitwick.
Apparently they had come to see the fairies as well. They both had these large grins on their faces as Snape looked surprised. "Um.." Hagrid laughed "S'alright, Snape. We all need to 'ave a lil' bit of fun with them fairies." Flitwick nodded in agreement, which just infuriated Snape more. "I wasn't having fun with them! They were being pests!" He smacked one that was trying to tug his sleeve and then scowled at the fairy. "Bloody pests..." He sulked back into the castle without looking back and quickly made his way to his dungeon, slamming the door behind him.
He sat down at his desk and thought long and hard before he pulled a peice of parchment from a drawer and an ink pot. He took a writing quill off of his desk, took the topper off the ink pot and began writing something on the parchment. He quickly finished whatever he was writing, blew on the paper and then folded it, slipping it into an envelope and sealing with a wax seal. He turned it over once the wax set and wrote 'Lily' on the front. He then stood up and walked over to a trunk, pulled out his wand and with a swish, it popped opened, revealing many letters addressed to Lily.
He dropped the letter in his hand, watching it float in, resting on top of the others and smiled before he closed the truck with another wave of his wand. He went back to his desk, put the stopper back on the ink pot, and leaned back. "Now what to do tomorrow?"
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