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Get away from me, you mudblood!”
The word tore through the courtyard, sharp and sudden—loud enough to silence even the laughter that had filled the air just moments before.
Severina hit the ground hard, breath knocked from her lungs as the spell released her.
A second ago, she had been hanging upside down in midair—robes slipping, hair falling loose, her wand just out of reach—while laughter echoed all around her.
“Put me down, Potter—” she had snapped earlier, voice tight with restrained fury.
“Say please,” James had replied lightly, wand twirling between his fingers, his grin wide and careless. “Manners, Snape.”
“James, honestly—” Lily had started.
But she hadn’t stopped him.
Instead, she stood there.
Watching.
Laughing.
And not even at Severina.
At him.
“Well,” someone whispered now into the stunned silence, “that was… unexpected.”
Unexpected didn’t even begin to cover it.
No one had seen it coming. Not the gathered students. Not the ever-hungry rumor mill of Hogwarts.
Not even Severina herself.
And certainly not Lily.
“What—what is wrong with you?” Lily demanded, stepping back as if struck, her laughter gone, replaced by shock.
Severina pushed herself upright slowly.
For a moment, she said nothing.
Because for a moment—just one—she couldn’t.
She had always been there.
Just behind Lily. Just to the side. Constant. Quiet. Reliable.
A shadow.
Everyone knew it.
“For Merlin’s sake,” a boy muttered under his breath, “she’ll be begging for forgiveness by dinner.”
“Of course she will,” another scoffed. “She always does.”
That was the story they believed.
That Severina Snape would endure anything, accept everything—so long as she could remain by Lily’s side.
That this—this outburst—was nothing but a moment of humiliation speaking too loudly.
She would come back.
She always did.
“Severina,” Lily said again, softer now, confused more than angry, “you didn’t mean that.”
Severina laughed.
It wasn’t loud.
But it was hollow.
“Didn’t I?”
Lily hesitated. “You’re just upset. James was only joking—”
“Was he?”
James shifted slightly, the grin fading just a fraction. “It wasn’t that serious, Snape. You know how it is.”
Severina turned her head.
Slowly.
“Do I?”
There was something in her voice now—something quiet and cold enough to make even James frown.
“You humiliate me,” she said, each word deliberate. “In front of everyone.”
“It’s just a bit of fun—”
“And you,” she cut in, her gaze snapping back to Lily, “laugh.”
Lily blinked. “I—well—”
Severina took a step closer.
“You laugh,” she repeated softly. “And not even at me.”
Silence.
James’s amusement had vanished entirely now.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, more cautious than before.
But Severina didn’t look at him again.
Because it had never been about him.
She saw it clearly now.
Lily standing there, eyes bright—not with concern, not with discomfort—but with amusement. With something soft and warm directed at someone else.
At James.
As if the whole thing were a performance.
As if Severina were nothing more than part of the joke.
“…I see,” Severina said quietly.
“See what?” Lily asked, her voice tightening.
“That I was mistaken.”
“Mistaken about what?”
Severina tilted her head slightly.
“About where I stood.”
Lily’s frown deepened. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Am I?”
“Yes,” Lily said, a bit too quickly. “You’re overreacting. It was just a prank—”
“A prank,” Severina echoed.
Her lips curved—not into a smile, but into something sharper.
“You let them treat me like that,” she said. “You stand there and laugh, and you call it a prank.”
“They weren’t hurting you—”
“No,” Severina agreed softly. “They weren’t.”
A pause.
“You were.”
That landed.
Lily went still. “I didn’t—”
“I’m done.”
The words were quiet.
Final.
Lily stared at her. “Done with—what?”
Severina met her eyes.
“With you.”
At first, no one believed it.
“She’ll be back,” someone said confidently.
“She always is.”
They waited.
Watched.
Expected apologies. Expected tears. Expected Severina to fall back into place like she always had.
But she didn’t.
Days passed.
Then weeks.
And Severina never returned.
That was when people began to notice.
“Have you seen Evans lately?” a Ravenclaw girl whispered.
“…Something’s off.”
Lily had changed.
Her clothes were more elaborate now—brighter, bolder—but the harmony was gone. Colors clashed. Styles fought each other.
“She looks… overdone,” someone murmured.
Gone was the effortless elegance she had once carried.
Her hair lacked its usual care.
Her presence, though still noticeable, felt… hollow, as if she no longer had an example to follow.
And her face—
It wasn’t uglier.
Just dull.
Ordinary.
As if something essential had been stripped away.
“She used to stand out more,” a Hufflepuff said quietly.
Her grades followed after.
Once near the top of her class, Lily began to slip.
“Another Acceptable?” someone whispered in disbelief.
Only Transfiguration and Charms remained steady—and even there, she seemed to be struggling to maintain what once came naturally.
“Curious,” McGonagall remarked, watching her closely. “Miss Evans was always so precise.”
And then there was Severina.
Freed from Lily’s orbit, she had time.
Time she had never had before.
No more adjusting Lily’s notes. No more staying up late to tutor her, to fix things, to teach her how to properly doll herself up, to manage everything quietly from the background.
And in that silence, Severina realized something startling.
She had never once cared for herself.
Now—
she could.
“Is that Snape?”
“No… it can’t be.”
But it was.
Severina walked differently now—shoulders straight, steps steady, presence unmistakable.
She no longer faded into the background.
She commanded space.
Her grades, already strong, became exceptional.
“Full marks again?” a Slytherin muttered.
Even her weakest subjects—Transfiguration and Charms—rose above the rest.
“She was always brilliant,” one professor said quietly.
“We just never saw it,” another replied.
The Marauders couldn’t help themselves
James noticed first.
He found himself looking—again and again.
At Lily.
Then at Severina.
“…That’s strange,” he muttered one afternoon.
“What is?” Sirius asked.
James frowned. “She reminds me of someone.”
“Who?”
He hesitated.
Because the answer felt wrong.
Severina now resembled the Lily he had once admired—the one who had seemed effortlessly composed, quietly captivating.
And yet—
“She’s not the same,” James said slowly.
“How so?” Remus asked.
James shook his head. “Lily had the look of it. But Severina…”
He trailed off.
“…has the real thing.”
And after that, he couldn’t stop noticing her.
Remus had always watched.
But now, there was something deeper in his gaze.
“Moony,” Sirius said lazily, “you’re staring again.”
“Am I?” Remus replied, not looking away.
“Yes.”
Remus’s expression softened slightly.
“I’m just observing.”
Sirius snorted. “Right.”
But Remus said nothing more.
He never approached Severina. Never spoke to her.
And yet, the quiet intensity in his gaze—the gentleness there—as if she was the world itself
that spoke volumes.
And Sirius—
Sirius was the strangest of all.
Because Sirius Black ignored her.
Completely.
“Oi, Pads,” James nudged him once. “You’ve noticed her, right?”
“Who?” Sirius said flatly.
“Snape.”
Sirius didn’t even glance her way.
“I don’t waste my time on things that don’t matter.”
It was a lie.
They all knew it.
Because Sirius Black never ignored anything.
He confronted. Challenged. Provoked.
Always.
So to see him turn away—to refuse even the smallest acknowledgment—
“…that’s worse than hating her,” Peter muttered.
Remus didn’t respond.
But his eyes flickered briefly toward Sirius.
Because they understood.
Sirius wasn’t indifferent.
He was avoiding her.
And for someone like him—
that meant far more than anything else.