Dear Lily *COMPLETE*

Lisa and Beeky63. Here is some more of the story. It is actually completed. I might have to spend a whole day just putting in the updates.

Dear Lily

I calmed down and Remus agreed to help me. Though I can't understand why.

I had shaken off the feeling of failure and felt that I had now enough strength to actually look up into Remus face.

"Okay," I sighed squaring my shoulders. "I better get out of here and find a bed and breakfast. My father in his infinite wisdom actually gave me for my eighteenth birthday a muggle bank account, I haven't exactly found time to discontinue it and I have enough I think for one night, I'll come over tomorrow and discuss how we can get Hermione out of the Lestrange's clutches."

"All right, Severus, but we could just hide you here."

"No, too dangerous."

I got up and walked out of the room and Remus followed.

"Harry's coming over tomorrow perhaps you better stay here," he said. "Just change into Ebonium there are plenty of places to snuggle on that's warm and comfy enough."

I looked at him. He had a strange glimmer in his eyes. Something between amusement and revenge, it was a little weird and truth be told it did make me a little uncomfortable. The idea that Remus J Lupin, perhaps the nicest of the Marauders, could have that vengeful glitter in his otherwise soft brown eyes. So much like a male version of Hermione.

"No I think I'd rather have a bed and breakfast," I said apprehensively.

"I won't bite you tonight Severus," Remus said. "Besides that potion you brewed for me when we were teaching together has calmed that side down a lot."

"Do you still have it?" I asked.

Remus raised an eyebrow.

"You remember my potions skills don't you?"

"Yes, appalling," I agreed. "I thought you would have got your girlfriend to brew some for you."

"Dora? She's a cute cookie but um! Well her cooking leave's little to be desired."

"Ah domestic bliss," I replied sardonically. "I'm glad I don't have to taste that ever!" Hermione could sure fill in the substitute though, daughter? Huh! Remus would have throttled me if he knew the truth. Probably worse than throttled me! I saw her eyes in front of my face. They were smiling at me. I wanted to drown in those eyes. And then her lips, beautiful, and wonderful, oh Merlin! It’s happening again! I need to get her back

Dora? I thought, like I said the worlds gone mad Lily. Dora? What does he see in her? As straight as I am even I can understand why girls go for Lupin… indeed I probably would not have minded Lily if you married Lupin, at least he has something between his ears besides air!

That night I left Grimmauld Place feeling heavy hearted and full of fear for the two lost teenagers, one though I suppose didn't deserve my worry.

Hermione, well it wasn't her fault, I made her help me, that was my doing, I wished now I hadn't taken advantage of her warm heart and talked her into looking after Malfoy when he was sick. Look what that brat has done now! Now the whole body of Hermione was right before me. In that outfit I met her in before… she was gorgeous! Did I really scorn her? Oh great, I thought, even when we do get her back I know exactly whose arms she’d seek… I gritted my teeth. That red-haired Weasel, who had no clue as to how to treat women. He probably wondered what Broomstick Company made them!

Cursing down the puddle dappled London streets in search of the nearest bank to see how much money I had in there I searched my pockets for my wallet and picked up my debit card and put it in the ATM machine where it called for my PIN number and after I entered it, it flashed the amount, I staggered beyond belief. Who on earth had been paying money into my muggle bank account? Surely there must be some sort of mistake. Then I realised what Dumbledore meant one night when we were discussing my wages.

"Where do you want the money to be paid Severus?" he asked.

"My bank account."

"All right then so it must be, but which one?"

What did he mean which one? I thought then.

"My one in Gringotts," I replied. Hoping to ignore the muggle one completely, darn my memory, I even remembered the PIN number sent to me through the post two years ago without even using it! Well it's obvious now isn't it; half of sixteen years worth of wages has been paid into this account as if Dumbledore knew I'd need it someday! Although how he got the details is beyond me. Sly old fox! I almost chuckled at that. He would have made an excellent Slytherin.

Anyway the amount flashing at me on the machine was more than I could cope with, but I took out about £100 hoping that would cover the cost of one night in a bed and breakfast.

I found one shortly enough plenty of them in London and walked in, I asked if there were any rooms spare. The old lady was in her nightdress and wearing rollers, but she was a sweet little lady and one that had that sort of grandmotherly feel about her, she was caring and I could tell never judged people by appearances. Even I found I wanted to be nice to her.

"Oh yes young man," she answered. "There's one at the top not taken - bathroom facilities attached. Late night at the office then sir?"

"What? oh yes!" I replied.

"That'll be seventy quid for the room and an extra ten pounds if you wants a full English breakfast sir."

Eighty pounds? Oh well I wished I had accepted Remus' offer. I paid the old lady the money, she wrote it down in the book.

"Snape how do you spell that dear?"

"S N A P E," I said.

"Ooh I likes names that's spelt 'ow they sound, it makes it so much easier don't you think!"

Come to think about it she was a little too sweet for this time of night, I was shown my room. She left and I looked at the bathroom facilities. I was mildly surprised to find it had a bath instead of a shower, and decided to have a bath. I also washed my underwear in the bath and dried them on the radiator. I went into bed dried and refreshed, I didn't go to sleep until my hair dried, it would look frizzy in the morning but for the first time I didn't care mind you I've never really cared about my hair. No matter how I washed it or what I used, shampoo, conditioner, it still after a day or so looked lank, greasy and horrible. Tonight I used Pantene Pro V obviously the previous occupants forgot to pack it, thankfully.

I dreamt that night. A nice dream of a beautiful, young woman who was sitting in a short sleeved blouse, it was tight around the breasts and she undone the buttons, I stood watching her, she didn’t notice me. I kept my gaze on her as she stroked her artless fingers across her breasts, covered by a lacy white bra; I saw the nipples harden under her touch.

Brown silken curls framed her face; her hair hung down and covered her back. She pushed her hair aside as she lay on the ground; she was just about to pick up a bottle of something, when she noticed me.

“Severus,” she whispered. “Sorry I did not see you there.”

“Would that have made a difference?” I asked.

“Probably not,” she giggled. “Perhaps you can do me a favour. Could you please rub this over my body? It’s suntan lotion.”

I could hardly say no. I sat down beside her. I took the bottle and squeezed some lotion onto my hands, and then gently applied it to her stomach. She sighed as my hands massaged it around her belly button. She squirmed slightly. She closed her eyes. She made a grab for my hand and she put my hand on her breast. She controlled the use of my hand as I massaged her breast. I felt the nipple hard under my touch. She moaned again.

“Severus,” she purred. She woke up her eyes flashing playful intent. “Why don’t you kiss my breast?”

“With pleasure my dear,” I acquiesced. Her head rolled in ecstasy as my mouth sucked her nipple with delight. She arched into my mouth making her breast go further into my hot mouth.

“Severus,” she said. “Can I rub some lotion on you?”

“Of course my dear,” I answered. I leant back on the sand and took my shirt off and….

DAMN! How come you always wake up before the dream gets interesting? Not that I should have been dreaming that but who was I to complain? Now I had a raging erection to get under control before I go downstairs for breakfast. Cold, freezing cold, shower should do the trick.

The next morning I got up and dressed and looked in the mirror, (one of the things I prefer about the muggle world, no talking mirrors!) as I predicted my hair looked wavy and little crinkled. I groaned! I had to face the Order looking like a seventies disco reject! Great! The cold shower did nothing to improve my hair…

I went down stairs where the sweet old lady was serving coffee to a couple in the breakfast parlour. Erection completely under control now.

"Ah Mr Snape had a good nights sleep did you?" she asked as I sat down at a free table.

"Yes," I replied. "Thank you." Huh? I wonder what the look on her face would have been if I replied ‘I had an extremely erotic dream about an ex-Student of mine!’

"Coffee?"

"Black no sugar please," I replied.

"And how do you like your eggs?"

"Yolk soft please."

She smiled and left me alone to look at where I was eating breakfast.

Umbridge eat your heart out! This lady had out chintzed you! I felt incongruous as I was wearing my black robes and started to tug at my hair hoping that it would somehow iron it out a bit. But it was useless. The other couple were looking at me and the man walked up to me.

"What band do you play with?" he asked.

"Pardon?"

"With those black robes and hair you must be in a rock band, what are you called?"

"I am in no rock band sir," I replied tersely.

"Alice Cooper fan then?"

"Who's she?" I asked.

"Not a fan then," the man said. "Alice Cooper is a he and he has black hair like yours and he's got a tattoo like that I think!"

Tattoo? I looked down and found that I hadn't buttoned up properly the Mark was showing, I hastily hid it.

"Had that done in my youth never managed to get rid of it," I mumbled.

"What do you think I am?" The man asked. Oscar Wilde was right, only dull people are good at breakfast.

A nuisance I thought.

"I have no idea?"

"I'm a lawyer, yet look at this."

He pulled his sleeve up to reveal a fading tattoo of a dragon.

"I was a punk sixteen or so years ago funny how people can change isn't it."

I looked at the woman.

"Is he always this chatty in the morning?"

"No, he never is at home but he see's a guy that looks like he might be in a rock band and he goes wild."

"Failed musician you see."

I nodded.

"Breakfast Mr Snape," the lady came in with.

"Keep cool mate," the muggle said slapping me on the back. I tensed and was itching to shout at him but I looked at the gentle old woman and refrained myself. The breakfast was very nice and tasty; I ate with gusto wanting to get out of this place as quickly as possible. I got up and gave the old lady an extra five pounds to be generous and left the bed and breakfast to go back to Grimmauld Place.

Remus was waiting outside for me. He looked a little concerned.

"Where have you been?" he asked accusingly.

"Having breakfast," I replied.

Remus rolled his eyes.

"We've got communication and it's for you, somebody must be spying on you, they know you're here!"

I swore!

"Has Potter turned up yet?" I asked.

"Yes he came just as we were having breakfast, he doesn't know about this because it came before he arrived. I think it's from Bellatrix."

I grew visibly pale.

“What has she done to my er... I mean what had she done to Hermione?” I almost slipped.

Remus narrowed his eyes at the slip but he made a grab for my hand and put me in the house. He dragged me to the dining room. Silence fell as I stepped into the room.

"What are you doing here?" Potter asked straight away.

"To tell the Order about Hermione," I said. Weasel looked at me sharply and with absolute hatred.

"Remus can you please explain?" Potter asked coldly. "First of all why on earth should we trust him?"

"Because he told us about Hermione and he's pretty distressed about her and I received something this morning before you arrived that has only backed up his story. Also Harry might I remind you that Dumbledore never truly hated anyone in his entire life and he was all for chances. I am pretty angry over what Snape did that's true but harming him or killing him won't bring Dumbledore back so there is no point in doing it is there Harry?"

Potter looked shamefaced and started playing around with some stringy bacon.

"What is this communication that you received Remus?" I asked getting back to Hermione.

He handed me the letter.

Dear Severus

I can't believe you done it again! You've got yourself muddled up in that ridiculous Order and the affairs of that silly Potter boy!

Not only that it seems you've also fallen for another Mudblood! How you can stand dirt in your diet is beyond me, perhaps it's a weakness from your dear departed mother!

If you want to see the Mudblood trash again then you better tell us where the locket is or she will be shall we say, turned to dust!

A friend!

I read out the note.

"We can't let that happen to Hermione," Miss Weasley said. "We've got to go and save her!"

"Locket what locket?" Weasel asked.

Molly looked stricken.

"That locket that we couldn't open remember Remus, Sirius tried, we all tried but it would not open!"

"Damn that Dung!" Potter yelled. "He stole things last year and sure as my name is Harry Potter he's stolen the locket, it could be anywhere! And that - that - cow won't believe that."

"Don't be so hasty Harry before we assume things like that we have to search the house from top to bottom," Tonks said.

I sunk on the floor and held my head in my hands like before.

"She's dead," I cried. "She's dead and like before it will all be my fault!"

"You can say that again Snape," Potter said savagely.

Surprisingly Miss Weasley walked up to me and slapped me in the face.

"Get a grip Snape; we're not going to give up! Hermione's big enough to look after herself, if I know her she'd just want us to get on with looking for that locket, whatever it is it must be something Riddle wants badly."

"It's a Horcrux," I said my voice cracking with unbidden tears. "And if he can't find it You-Know-Who will make another one using her soul!"

The truth of this settled uneasily on the group and even Tonks could not try to think of anything positive from this.

Hermione I'll get you out of there I promise! And when I do I will make the ones who hurt you suffer tenfold. I murdered a sweet, old, defenceless man, (not that I wanted to! But I doubt the Wizengamot would accept a he-made-me-do-it!)

And if you ever find out about the dream then um! I’m sorry!

Severus