Ch. 8: The Enchanted OrchardAlright, so magic is real, Lily said as she and Severus walked to the woods near Spinners End. Now what? I mean, what do we do with it?
Severus gazed at Lily. There was so much to teach her; so much she did not know.
Well we go to Hogwarts, of course!
Hogwarts? What on earth is a hogwart?
Now it was Severuss turn to giggle. His face instantly turned red at the unusual display of positive emotion. He sobered, and brushed his long hair importantly away from his face.
Well, he said, his bright eyes penetrating Lilys, Hogwarts is a school for magic. Its like a boarding school for witches and wizards.
A beam of sunlight cast shadows upon Lilys face as she contemplated this information.
A boarding school so I have to we have to leave home?
Ch.2 'Muggles and Mudbloods'*Forever and Always*
Chapter 2: Muggles and Mudbloods
Severus spent the rest of the week planning, plotting ways to just happen to meet Lily. A carefully drawn map of the nearby playground listed all the times Lily came out to play with Petunia. She never came alone, Severus sighed. He would have to introduce himself to Petunia, also whom, as far as he was concerned, had not an ounce of witch in her.
Had he been an ordinary child, Severus would have simply run next-door and introduced himself to Lily. As it were, Severus was not accustomed to socializing; his entire life thus far had been spent in his parents clutch, his (rather protuberant) nose buried in books about magic, philosophy, and art. He was so used to his solitary existence that it was proving difficult to break into the playful, dreamlike world that lay just over the fence that carefree kingdom of childhood that
Days of Dunder"You look tired, Severus."
Snape raised his eyebrows. "You made me do this. It seems hypocritical to be concerned for my welfare now, don't you think?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with amusement, but he didn't smile. "Yes, I suppose it is."
They stood on the landing overlooking the Entrance Hall, watching the milling crowds of students down below. A lot of them were new, and had books clutched protectively to their chests. The older ones were shoving, yawning, or tripping each other up. Professor Flitwick was trying to land two Ravenclaw boys who were hanging, upside-down, beside the chandelier.
Snape's head was fizzing with fatigue, but he had found that insomnia, like hunger, sharpened his senses. And he took a bitter satisfaction in the fact that Levicorpus was just as popular with the moronic hordes as it had always been. He had known the little animals wouldn't disappoint him.
He turned to Dumbledore. "Heart-warming little things, aren't they?"
Dumbledore coughed, as though