Across the Quidditch Pitch

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Chapter Eleven: Darkness Falls




Severus remained alone by the Black Lake consumed by his thoughts. Nobody paid him much mind, despite there was so many on the other side. Snape did his best to avoid the beech tree because of the awful memory of what had happened there.

After a long time of wandering the bank alone he saw another solitary figure approach. Severus’s eyes squinted under the harsh sun in disbelief and then sudden excitement and hopefulness. It was Lily!

She was wearing flowers in her hair. She did not smile when she saw Snape but there could be no doubt she wanted to speak to him. Snape found himself transfixed at the sight of her, the way her hips swayed over her tight-fitting robes.

“So who won the match?”

“Slytherin”, said Snape, attempting bravely to sound cheery, as if the conversation by the portrait hole hadn’t happened. Even though it had just been last night.

“Hmmm…” said Lily who hadn’t bothered to ask anybody else about the match. “Guess that means they’ll be playing against my house.”

“Guess so…” said Snape. But it was the things going unsaid between Severus and Lily that mattered right now. "

"So why are you here…talking to the likes of me?”

“Because…” and Lily’s face turned red whether it was with anger or embarrassment Snape couldn’t tell. “I need to know something, Severus. And you better tell me right now!”

“Okay. Whatever it is, I’ll be honest with you, Lily. I swear.”

She suddenly walked a few feet away, Severus followed her, kicking up stones and dirt, shuffling along languidly. Lily turned her head away, looking out towards the Black Lake, so that Snape could only see her the sideline profile of her face.

“Why’d you call that a laugh for the other day? I mean, how could you?!”

“What are you talking about Lily?”

“What happened to my friend, Mary of course! How could you say that’s funny, just like what Mulciber probably thinks?”

Severus’s face turned red with deep shame. He wondered how much Lily knew. Did she somehow know he’d been there?

“You knew he intended to rape and you thought that was funny?”

He desperately tried to explain, “No! That wasn’t what I was doing! I-I- didn’t want you to guess – what - what it was. It was for your sake!”

But Lily didn’t buy that notion and she seemed to boil over into ever greater wounded feelings. “Besides being a disgusting pervert, you’re a liar – a nasty liar Severus!”

But it had been true. Almost. He'd wanted to protect Lily’s innocence by keeping the terrible truth away from her. Yet his motive had been selfish, if only to hide his guilt at being involved in it. That was the real reason he’d called it a laugh.

“Well…Don’t you dare say anything about this. Especially because I’ve chosen not to tell her. She’s my friend and I think I’ll give her peace of mind by keeping her in the dark. Afterall, maybe ignorance really is bliss.”

Snape listened and pretended to agree but could hardly care for what happened to Mary Macdonald. All that mattered was what was occurring between he and Lily right now. Snape felt a twang of surging panic when Lily abruptly stepped away to leave him. “Lily I’m not like him! Let me show you what I can be….Just give me one more chance.”

“Alright. Fine. What is it?”

“Sit down on the bank and I’ll show you.”

Lily listened to Snape without any complaints and sat down on the earth, drawing her ankles up to her knees, her hands at her sides. Snape with his gangly limbs kneeled down a few feet in front of her.

“Keep your eyes open and I’ll show you a trick of the mind.” Snape did not expect she'd ever heard of Legilimency, and in fact, Lily hadn't.

“I suppose I trust you enough,” murmured Lily, despite hearing him refer to whatever it was as a trick.

Snape's eyes were dark tunnels. They stared so intently into Lily’s green eyes and suddenly Lily couldn’t see her surroundings anymore. They were clouded over and she shut her eyes. She was somewhere else, suspended in Snape’s dream-like state of desire. A vision was in her mind like a moving picture with Snape as the director, calling the shots.

Lily had no control. She could see herself and Snape there. A Lily that looked exactly like her, but wasn’t her, sighed. In his mind Snape could feel the quick breath pass the lips he’d always longed to kiss, both in his dreams and in life.

Snape drew closer, his penetrating gaze going deeper into the recesses of Lily’s mind. And suddenly he was kissing her as she lay, similar to herself in the same position in reality. She almost thought she could feel his hands on her, the smell of him, the taste of a foreign tongue in her mouth. Yet nothing physical was actually happening.

The dream-like vision went on. The Snape in her mind spoke sweet nothings like that of a poet. But it was dark poetry, almost like a Dark spell entrancing her. And Lily watched in awe as she saw herself being kissed tenderly and possessively by the boy, nibbling at her neck.

Meanwhile, the real Snape shifted position until he was directly over Lily’s body, and his mind fantasized about penetrating her body, and he directed it through Legilimency into Lily’s mind. The real Lily was scared, and she kept her eyes tightly shut, still, but Severus had already broken her barriers.

The Snape in Lily’s mind suddenly stopped kissing, and with firm, but gentle hands reached out to hold her wrists down. The present time Snape felt euphoria at the mere thought of taking Lily’s shirt off and decided to reveal that to Lily's mind. He imagined feeling the sensual feel, as he slipped his hands down to caress her nipples. He could see the golden hue of her breasts shining in the light of the vision, and her red hair gleamed over her slender shoulders. All of this created warmth for them to share, a warmth that encased them in the moment.

He imagined the way she would thrust back her head and moan and whimper from his pull on her. It excited Severus when he heard the false Lily moaning his name, a sound sweeter than life itself.

He directed himself in Lily’s mind through his Legilimency power, to watch himself slide her pants off. The precious moment of intimacy was finally being fully realized. He would claim her as his with the completeness of the act that she would never allow in wakefulness.

Lily opened her eyes and was appalled to see Severus’s black ones burning with lust. He looked so curious, but almost mad. Instantly Snape’s vision faded into dark blackness. The warmth and elation was replaced by the usual feeling of loneliness, that once again filled the void that was Snape’s world.

“Severus stop! I don’t like it!”

Snape sighed at these disapproving words. The pleasure he’d created in the vision assuaged his body in the present moment, and yet he was incomplete without her compliance. The vision had been good, but he wanted more. Wanted Lily for real. In the flesh.

Snape withdrew from her mind and somehow Lily found the strength, the confidence to move. Quickly Snape stood up as well, smiling with his upper lip curling from his newfound pleasure. Lily looked even more horrified at the sight of his pleasure. She found herself reaching a hand out to Snape, cutting a slap across his face as hard as she could manage.

She shouted to Snape almost hysterical, “I- I don’t even know you anymore! You’ve changed or maybe-“

“Maybe what?” intervened Snape sharply. He was disappointed she had not enjoyed that. He whispered, “Lily I’d never hurt you. I would be gentle.”

But Lily seemed not to hear this. “Nothing. I’m out of here.”

The last Snape saw of Lily was her frightened and pale face and then she turned, her robes whipping behind her as she ran back inside the castle. Snape was alone again. He stared forlornly in the direction of the beech tree where the fallout with Lily had started a few days ago. But now this was almost worse than that, for he finally understood that all of it was his fault. His final attempt to take Lily, to have Lily had been desperate. But he knew it was the last resort. And he had failed.

The day was dying, dusk was imminent. Snape stared into the Black Lake as the sun faded, reflected in the water with a thousand points of light dancing. And Snape could feel his identity fading with everyday. The Dark Mark was coming closer to him. He saw his reflection. It didn't take much effort to imagine a mask on his face in addition to the black robes he was already in. Imagining this, he almost looked like a Death Eater. His future self, reflected in the water stared at him dimly. It was the Black Lake, acting as a huge swath of a black mirror. The black mirror was like a crystal ball, projecting Snape's grim future.

At least she’d never discovered that Snape had been watching. To make himself feel better, he found himself laughing at the thought of that silly, little girlfriend of Lily’s. He could laugh at what happened to Macdonald, for it was funny and pathetic how Lily called Mary’s ignorance a state of bliss.

He felt himself dying and being reborn into something new. Snape could hardly wait to meet Voldemort this evening. After all that had happened between him and Lily, he should in the very least, become what Lily expected.


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