The darkness of midnight spilt over the grounds. All inhabitants of the ancient castle slept except one. A pensieve lay out on a desk, memories floating at the surface. A grim faced gazed into them, frowning. He couldn't believe how much time had passed; how many years he had lost to the memory of a woman. He remembered their childhood, a teenhood where everything had changed, and an adulthood of emptiness. The remains of memories long gone of emerald eyes and fire hair had faded into shadows of themselves. Not even the boy's eyes could help revive them, green as they were, just like hers. "I will love you always," Severus said, moving the pensieve from his sight. Then a final whisper of "Lily" and he retired for the night.
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