Dear Lily *COMPLETE*

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Dear Lily

Having failed to convince your son I took Draco by the arm and harshly pulled him back into the alleyway where we were hiding.

"Where are we going now?" Draco asked in a whining voice. "I want to go back home."

I didn't answer, sighing, as I did when no one seemed to get the message no matter how I spelt it out.

"Somewhere else," was all I said.

I knew Potter had inherited Grimmauld Place, about the only sensible thing Black had ever done. If I knew the Order, they were preparing Grimmauld Place for Potter, there were probably going to be streamers, and party poppers and those silly paper hats that people wear, thinking it induces the party spirit – yuk, you know how that sort of thing makes me vomit.

My only concern was the portrait of Blacks mother, the screeching, howling cow herself. In a small way I could almost understand why Black had digressed into Gryffindor. But then, I thought, if I had a mother like THAT then I would have been tempted to do what I could to discourage any more feelings and warmth between us.

"I want you to think hard Draco," I said.

Draco screwed his head in concentration. We used side along apparition.

"Where are we?"

I was still thinking hard, yes. It shimmered into existence, and I heard bangs and crashes, the cow was screeching like I thought she would, and the noise was horrendous, how on earth were we going to sneak in here?

Oh, yes, down the alley, open the kitchen door and walk up the stairs, the house was dark enough for us to do that. I motioned Draco to follow me, and put my finger to my lips to indicate that we needed to be stealthy and quiet. My other concern was of course Mad Eye Moody he'd detect us easily, too easily…

I put my wand to the locked door and thought of Allohomora. Then smiled as a little flashback came to me. It was you Lily. Remember when we were both sneaking around, we both wanted to go the library and we both chose the same night to do it. Mrs Norris was coming around the corner and I didn't know what to do. You grabbed me by my pyjama front and whispered the spell to a locked door, I quizzed you about it never having heard it before, and then you said.

"Standard book of Spells Chapter 7!"

I walked through the door only for Mrs Weasley’s voice to sound from behind the door; I pulled Draco into a dark corner. Mrs Weasley had obviously a change of mind about whatever it was she wanted. I then got out of the corner.

"What are we doing?" Draco asked wearily.

"Telling someone who would believe us, or more likely to anyway."

Draco was flitting his eyes around the kitchen.

"Glum sort of place this," he said.

That's rich, I snorted, considering your home hasn't exactly got flowery prints and a Home Sweet Home welcome mat outside your front door.

"Come on," I said quietly, easing a door open that I knew led upstairs where we could hide.

Draco groaned, but followed anyway. Thank goodness, I thought, no creaky floorboards. Someone wants me to succeed. Again I get that feeling that either you or Dumbledore are giving me help from beyond the grave. Yes I am that paranoid!

I found a disused room; it had an old portrait of a wizard snoozing, uh-oh, Phineus. He opened one eye, and then the other.

"Well, well, the man who plotted against the last of my line," he sneered.

"Please, I'm sorry," I said.

"Sorry? Will sorry bring him back?" he asked.

"I didn't think you were that proud of him," I said slowly and carefully.

"I'm a Slytherin, blood matters Snape, no matter what he decided to do or not do with his life, and he was still my great grandson!"

"Who is this?" Draco asked.

"Phineus Nigellus, a Slytherin and ex-headmaster of Hogwarts. And who are you, impertinent boy? You look almost as stupid as that kid with the scar on his head!"

"Draco Malfoy," he said.

Phineus looked at Draco.

"You have Sirius' eyes!" he said. "Perhaps they're colder than his were, but they're there all the same."

I heard voices and pushed Draco into a rickety old wardrobe, but I didn't shut the door, as it is a very silly thing to shut oneself in a wardrobe, wise words from a Muggle Author I actually liked, C S Lewis, of course I read those books before I got my letter and entered Slytherin. Believe it or not I cheered when Aslan arose from the stone table alive and stronger than ever. Bellatrix has always reminded me of the White Witch, I'm sure that if she could she'd doom England to a hundred year winter.

It was the Weasel and his sister.

"What could be taking her so long to get here?" the boy asked.

"She said she had some unfinished business, Ron, perhaps she hasn't managed to finish it yet."

"Harry is going to be here tomorrow Ginny, what if she's in trouble? What if my Herm, er, well what if she's in danger? You know she can't look after herself."

You wish boy. After the kiss she gave me she’s MINE, I’d like to see you try to pry her from me. Honestly, Lily, he’s so solid he can’t even apparate across a room without the possibility of splinching. I thought of Hermione, and how her eyes looked. She had a sweet lovely taste, and I found myself licking my lips to see if there was any taste of her on them, ah yes, here it is, right at the corner, I licked it and then something happened in my er…. Oh, okay I have to control myself. Oh, do I really? So what? She’s a sexy woman without the school robes hiding her more lovely features. I’m a man, I wasn’t born a teacher and I am certainly no bloody Monk! If Hermione causes my penis to react, so what of it? She’s an ex-student you dirty git! Yeah so. She’s only just a woman and only confided in you because she felt no one would understand… you know she’d shiver in disgust at what’s going through your mind right now! Shut up you. No one will let you near her! I said shut up! Even I’m disgusted! ARGH consciences who needed them?

"She can, Ron," Miss Weasley replied. "She told me all sorts of stories about her childhood, and believe me, some of the things she did were almost Malfoyish!"

"Malfoyish? Hermione? " Weasel asked.

"Remember, Neville," Miss Weasley said.

"Yeah but -!"

"And she set Snape's robes on fire, Merlin I wish I could have seen that!"

"Yeah, well, it turned out it weren't him after all but that Squirrel," Weasel said.

"It might as well have been him considering what he did to Dumbledore, believe me, Ron, if he ever shows his ugly greasy mug around me I'll kill him myself."

"Harry would break up with you if you do that, you know Snape's his to kill."

"Harry couldn't kill a spider if it bit him," Miss Weasley said.

"Are you sure Riddle's still not influencing you Ginny?"

"Not if I can help it," Miss Weasley said savagely.

Oh well scratch out that idea. Miss Weasley won't talk to me, unless…. Wait a minute, she won't talk to my human form perhaps I should get Ebonium out again.

The two Weasleys left. We then came out of the cupboard.

"I could have told them," Nigellus said still snoozing. "I could have said you were there in that wardrobe."

I just gave him one of my most famous glares.

I tore out a page of my diary and saw a quill beside the bed. It was obviously Weasel’s as it looked as if it hadn't been fixed for ages. I wrote what I thought was a good note considering the pressure I was under.

"Draco, I want you to put this in my mouth after I transform all right, " he nodded, but looked puzzled.

I wrote the note and then stood up. I closed my eyes, breathed in, and then allowed my body to change into my animagus. A black cat! Sleek. You always said that I was better looking as Ebonium, the name you gave me, Lily dear, and a name I was proud to have.

Draco opened the door, and I slunk out carrying my own note.

Miss Weasley was sitting on a step, the act she had in front of her brother had dwindled. She was crying. Why was she upset?

She turned around.

"Hello where did you come from?" she asked. She picked me up and cuddled me, and to make her feel better I purred I tried not to breathe in too much of her scent. "Who's a happy cat then?" she kissed me it was nice but well… perhaps with Hermione. "Sometimes I wish I was an animal, and there was only instinct, and food to worry about, being a human is so unfair at times. Of course, you probably don't understand do you, the meaning of the word love! I had him puss-cat I had him! Harry was mine and we were happy, and then he goes all noble on me, and says that he doesn't want me to be in any danger. I'd do anything for Harry, I love him so much, but he just doesn't get it. I mean I can understand why he's distancing himself from us, he's lost his parents, he's lost a man whom he considered a father and he lost a man who he considered as a grandfather, and all because of that greasy no-good sleazeball!"

More purring was needed here. Then I dropped the note into her lap.

"To Miss Weasley," she read out. "I'd recognise that writing anywhere. It's the sleazeballs are you his pet?"

I marked her by rubbing my face against her nose.

"All right, you're not his pet. I bet you're a stray, although you look too well groomed to be a stray." She laughed and her brown eyes sparkled with curiosity.

I licked one of my paws and looked at her inquiringly and chirped.

She opened the note and gasped. She wasn't stupid; she worked it out straight away.

"Come on, Sooty, let’s get downstairs this is important!"

I flattened my ears, Sooty? If she thinks I'm going to live with that name she has another think coming!

"Uncle Remus!" she exclaimed. "A stray cat has come in and he gave me a note, it mentions your name, I think I've interpreted it correctly. But I need you to make sure."

Uncle Remus? The worlds gone mad, I'm glad I missed the ride.

Lupin was sitting down with Tonks in his arms on the sofa. Obviously, she finally got round to telling him how idiotic he was, and that she loved him no matter what. He uncrossed his legs, and looked at me, he was penetrating. I looked for any sign of consummation on either of the two’s faces… if I was a human I would have sniggered.

"Tell Ebonium thanks," he said.

He took the note leaving me dumbfounded as to how he knew it was me… and how he knew my other name.

"Read it Ream!" Tonks exclaimed.

"I can't look can you all gather round a table and we'll work it out together," Remus said.

They did.

This is what I wrote.

Help mE Remus i'M In inOrdiNate dangEr.

Jailed At lestraNgEs

Get harRy And roN 2 Get rEscue paRty.

"Why is the grammar all wrong?" Molly asked.

I pit patted my way up to the table, then I walked up to one of those quills that change colour with every letter you write, completely nonsensical of course, but absolutely pleasing to those with little minds. I nudged toward my new mistress. She picked up the quill.

"It's code mother," she said. "The capitals obviously spell something when put together, lets take it one sentence at a time."

She worked it out with all the order watching, and no, Mad Eye wasn't there. It didn't take her long.

"Ron," she said. "You were right!"

Weasel blinked.

She held up the note.

Severus

A/N So what do you think? Is Severus being a bit of a dirty old man, or someone who realises he has a second chance? I'd like your opinion please... so review?