« There was a little silence. Lily had picked up a fallen twig and twirled it in the air, and Harry knew that she was imagining sparks trailing from it. Then she dropped the twig, leaned in towards the boy, and said,
'It is real, isn't it? It's not a joke? Petunia says you're lying to me. Petunia says there isn't a Hogwarts. It is real, isn't it?'
'It's real for us,' said Snape. 'Not for her. But we'll get the letter, you and me.'
'Really?' whispered Lily.
'Definitely,' said Snape, and even with his poorly cut hair and his odd clothes, he struck an oddly impressive figure sprawled in front of her, brimful of confidence in his destiny.
'And will it really come by owl?' Lily whispered.
'Normally,' said Snape. 'But you're Muggle-born, so someone from the school will have to come and explain to your parents.'
'Does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?'
Snape hesitated. His black eyes, eager in the greenish gloom, moved over the pale face, the dark red hair.
'No,' he said. 'It doesn't make any difference.' »

Un dessin de Severus et Lily jeunes, parce que j'aime beaucoup leur amitié! (Mais je les shippe pas)
et j'aurais aimé qu'ils restent amis, mais bon :(

(08.09.19)

Alicy