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James's Sketch Book by Houlestar
Chapter 19 : How could you do that?
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Lily followed Snape to herbology. She knew that she would be late, but didn’t want to run ahead, because she didn’t want Snape to snap at her, or to think she was following him. After about five minutes she arrived, late, in the greenhouse.

“You’re late,” observed Pr. Sprout.

“Um... yeah, I knew,” she said.

“Do you have a reason?” she asked.

“No,” said Lily. “Sorry,” she added, shrugging her shoulders.

“Well get to work,” said Pr. Sprout briskly. “We’re in green house three today, working on Aquisfloris today. And ten points from Gryffindor.”

Lily grumbled as she walked to the greenhouses. Once she got there, she saw James with Remus. Sirius was sitting alone since Rae was sitting with her two other friends, Carla and Layal. Narcissa motioned for her to sit with her. Severus, sitting across the table, met Lily’s eyes briefly and then looked away. Lily picked up that he was livid, and perhaps something else, but before Lily could ponder it, Narcissa was talking to her.

“What kept you, mudblood?” asked Narcissa in a whisper.

“Talking to Snape,” answered Lily, bending to get the tray of Aquisfloris.

Narcissa got a big pot of water, and place it down before Lily and herself, making it plain that Lily and herself were working together.

“Why were you talking to him?” asked Narcissa in a stage whisper, so Severus heard and scowled.

“I was worried about him and wanted to know what was going on,” admitted Lily, clipping the vines of the Allíasaquis, as Pr. Sprout instructed.

Nacrissa leaned in close and whispered in Lily’s ear, so softly that Lily herself had trouble hearing, “By the way things are going, mudblood, you’ll know everything about dear Severus. I believe his time has come for him to get what he deserves.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” snapped Lily.

“All in good time,” Narcissa said, smiling slyly.

“Are you plotting something, Black?” asked Lily.

“Well met, mudblood, right on the nose.” Narcissa touched her nose with her pale fingered hand. She began to work on the Alliasaquis.

“Why do you call me that?” asked Lily indignantly.

“Call you what?” Narcissa looked up alarmed.

Lily sighed. “You call me mudblood, Black. I don’t like it.”

“But,” said Narcissa looking back down, “it’s what you are.”

Lily looked back down at the table. “Why are you making me sit with you if you think of me as only a mudblood?” she spat.

“Why, mudblood,” laughed Narcissa. “I have yet to earn the privilege of using your christian name.”

Shaking her head, Lily said, “You’re not going to earn it by calling me that,” she snapped.

“Fine, Evans,” sneered Narcissa.

“Why do you even want me to be with you?” asked Lily.

Narcissa smiled. “We share a common interest.”

“Which is?”

Narcissa was looking across the table at Snape with the most interesting expression. She seemed to have hate, sorrow and perhaps even a sadistic smiled crossed her lips for a fraction of a second. her blonde hair glistened in the light, and her bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle in plotting. Severus looked up and met her gaze with his cold black eyes, scowled and looked back down, muttering things under his breath.

Fear filled Lily. She didn’t know exactly what Narcissa meant, but she got the oddest feeling that something bad was going to happen. She knew that something involving Snape was what Narcissa was plotting, and whatever it was, it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

“What are you going to do Narcissa?” asked Lily, her green eyes opening wide in horror.

Narcissa looked at Lily, her eyes shinning brightly perhaps in eagerness. “Just watch, Lily, just watch and you’ll see what he gets.”

“You can’t-”

“Shut up, Lily, he’s had it coming to him for a long time,” sneered Narcissa. “But whatever you do, don’t follow him when he runs. Let him run away, it shall be quite,” she smiled, “fun.”

Lily’s stomach dropped. She felt sick to her stomach and felt nervous, as she looked over at Severus, she felt so sorry for whatever was going to befall him.

And then she remembered what he had done. How he had yelled at her, swore at her and told her that he hated her after he saw that she was watching his father yell at him. He hated her, and yet she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. No one deserved to be hit like that, and no one deserves whatever Narcissa was planning. Her plot was probably going to cause him to well.... Lily didn’t want to think about it.


“Lily, don’t try to convince me otherwise,” snapped Narcissa. “It’s not going to work.”

“Aww... look,” said the voice of Rae.

Lily spun around. Rachel was standing behind them, with her other friends.

“The flower children,” laughed Rachel.

“Shove it,” snapped Lily.

Narcissa rolled her eyes. “Sure... right, go a head and say it,” muttered Narcissa. “It’s really stupid, Snape could figure it out.”

“Shut up, Black,” snapped Snape.

Narcissa made a face at him.

“Really,” said Carla, a pinched faced brunette who had her arm around Rachel, “you should be hanging out with people who aren’t mudbloods. You wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation.”

Narcissa looked pensive as she gazed down at the plants, now half submerged in water. “Really, does my reputation matter so much to you that you would spend your own time making sure that it is preserved. Ladies, please find better things to do with your own time.”

Rachel was looking at Carla, as if she was about to say something, occasionally glancing over at Lily.

“And Rachel,” continued Narcissa. “If you care about your reputation, I would advise you not to hang around with Sirius. He is, as you know, disowned, and is someone who you should not waste your time with.”

Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but Pr. Sprout cut her off, to dictate the homework assignment, and dismiss the class just as the bell rang.

Putting away the plants, Lily looked around for Narcissa, who was with standing outside the greenhouse, the snow floating around her.

Quickly, Lily walked to her, just as the same time that most of the seventh year was coming out of the greenhouse. She saw with horror, that Narcissa had stopped Severus. Loudly, Narcissa asked Snape. “So just how was the funeral?”

The question seemed innocent enough, so Snape said coldly, “Fine.” He began to walk away from Narcissa.

By the time she caught up and grabbed his arm, they were both in front of the whole seventh year, who was gaping at the two, who had stopped. So, naturally the whole year was stopped and listening.

“I mean, she was your sister, surely you should feel something else besides just ‘fine.’” Narcissa smiled sweetly, holding his arm in what had to have been a vice like grip.

Lily pushed her way to the front of the crowd, right next to James and Sirius. Lupin was on the opposite side, glancing at the two Slytherins.

A murmur was going through the crowd. Lily was shocked herself. A sister, since when did Severus Snape have a sister, who was named Livia Prince?

“I mean, it was Livia Prince, your dearly departed sister.” Was the sweet smile, seemingly understanding, wavering and being painted with sadism?

Snape looked down at her arm, shook her off of him, and turned away. “Shut up,” he muttered.

“You have a sister?” asked Sirius, looking from Narcissa to Snape. “Cissa, is that true, he has a sister?”

Narcissa turned to her cousin. “Yes, and the poor child was ripped to shreds by werewolves, it’s amazing that she lived as long as she did given her condition. Right, Severus.”

Snape clenched his fists. He was biting his lip and it started to bleed slightly.

“Black,” said a Ravenclaw boy, “you said her name was Prince. He’s a Snape, that can’t be right.”

Narcissa turned to the boy. “Now how that happened it’s actually quite funny.”

Snape glared at Narcissa. “Don’t-”

“Prince is his mother’s maiden name,” explained Narcissa. “You wonder why Tobias Snape left Eileen Prince, well here’s the story, Livia Prince isn’t his daughter-”

“That’s a lie,” snapped Snape, walking over to Narcissa. “You don’t know anything about it.”

“I know a lot,” said Narcissa. “You’ve forgotten how much I do know.” She said loudly, “You’re just pissed because your mum’s a slut.”

For a while it looked like Snape would do something, shout at her or swear. Lily thought that he would hex Narcissa Black, but he just turned white with rage. He was breathing heavily and Lily was amazed that Narcissa was just standing there cooly, looking at him.

“Hey, Snape,” shouted James, loudly, he voice dividing the silence. “How much does you mum make a night?”

Snape looked for a moment at James, and then turned on his heel, and started to bolt to the castle.

“Why did you say that?” shouted Lily at Narcissa and then turned to James. “And you, that’s just cruel!”

She started to run to the castle, chasing after Severus, hoping she could catch up with him, but didn’t know what she would do when she caught up with him.

“Lily,” shouted James.

Lily looked over her shoulder and saw that James was starting to run after her. Lily increased her speed, thanking the years of football [a/n: soccer, americans] in her youth.

After she was in the castle, away from the snow, she was able to run faster and she could see Snape at the end of the hallway. Putting on a burst of speed, she darted to him.

“Snape!” she said taking his arm.

“Get away Evans!” he shouted ripping his arm away from her.

“Come in here,” she said, pulling him to a passageway behind a tapestry that would help him avoid everyone else and calm down for a bit.

“Let me go Evans!” shouted Snape.

“Quite down,” said Lily. “Do you want James to hear you?”

Snape rolled his eyes. “That’s the last thing on my mind. Now I’m going to have to put up with all of this crap from all of the seventh years. My mum’s a slut, sure, Narcissa wishes. She doesn’t even know half of the story. She only wishes she knew why my parents divorced. Livia is my dad’s kid, sure as hell. He left before mum even knew that she was pregnant with her.”

Lily listened in horror. She could hear footsteps outside.

“And it doesn’t help that-”

“Quite, he’s right out there,” said Lily.

“Potter, he’s-”

Seeing no other way to stop the raging Snape, Lily put her mouth over his to silence him. She prayed that this would shut him up so that James would walk in and yell at them.

Snape screamed.

Oh crap, thought Lily as she heard James’ footsteps, and another person’s.

“What the hell is your problem, Evans?” shouted Snape, pulling away.

Before James and Sirius burst in, Lily looked at Snape’s face, and realised that it wasn’t twisted in fury, but something else lingered on it.

“What is going on?” asked James, coming into the passage way. He looked from Snape to Lily and back to Snape, analyzing the couple that were millimeters apart.

“I-” began Lily.

She looked at James, who seemed hurt, and looked at Sirius, who seemed revolted. Looking at the distraught Snape, she burst into tears.

“Lily,” said James walking over to her.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, covering her face with her hands.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“I can’t-”

Lily tore out of the room, pushing her way past Sirius.

“Lily,” called James, sticking his head out of the passageway. But Lily ignored him and kept on running.

Turning to Snape, James turned stony. “What did you do to her?” asked James, trying to keep a cool head.

“Nothing,” sneered Snape.


A/n: I don’t own Harry Potter. or the pix

Wow, a lot of people really like this, but for the people aren’t writing reviews please let me know what you want.

I was writing the end of this chapter while listening to “breaking the habit” and “Numb” by linkin park. Clearly it shows.

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