SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE!

I promise i will never leave you on such a hiatus again.

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I had E. Coli in early October and my recovery period was pretty long.

But I'm back.

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Severus was laughing as he and Lily walked up to the dungeons. Lily was smiling too, but a sadness was lurking in her eyes. Severus seemed to see this and he took Lily's hand.

"You know you'll see them again, Lily," he said.

Lily sighed and held his hand silently. "I hope so."

"You promise you won't be taking any more jumps off that tower, don't you?"

"No."

"Good, because if you did, I'd have to follow you straightaway."

Harry, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all worried. Lily had mysteriously vanished from the hospital wing and James had not been able to find her on the map.

"Where the heck did she go?"

"No idea." said Harry, his voice worried. He had dropped his French accent, but nobody had noticed.

"What about the roar?" asked Ginny in an undertone. R-O-R was short for the Room of Requirement.

"Maybe. I don't think so, though, Renee," said Harry, remembering her French name just in time.

"Let's just go up to breakfast," suggested Hermione. "Maybe she's there, and we're just missing her."

"Fair point," said Ron. "C'mon."

The eight of them went downstairs and yawned profusely as they went. The four marauders, of course, made a beeline for the Gryffindor table. The others stood quietly at the front, scanning the double line of Gryffindor students for Lily.

"Can't see her anywhere," whispered Ron.

"Neither can I," said Hermione, whose head was bobbing this way and that.

Harry scanned the other tables. It was quite possible that she hadn't wanted to face Gryffindor right then after what had happened (whatever it was that had happened) and had decided to sit with friends from other houses. He first looked at the Hufflepuff table, but no head of flaming scarlet hair was to be seen. He then regarded the blue-clad Ravenclaws (apparently, there was to be a match that day) and, again, saw nothing. Then he turned his eyes to the Slytherin table.

Sitting near the front, her head upon someone's shoulder, was his mother. She looked torn, anguished; she had a plate full of bacon, eggs, hash browns, and strawberries in front of her, but her fork lay abandoned on her table. It appeared that whoever she was sitting with had managed to make her eat some bacon, as one of the rashers had been bitten off at the top. She held in her hands a steaming mug of hot chocolate with a generous dollop of whipped cream with cinnamon on the top, and a cream wafer and a peppermint stick had been put into the cup. Every so often, at the urging of the person beside her, she would take a small sip from the large white cocoa mug and halfheartedly lick the foam away from her upper lip.

Harry drew closer. The boy-for he could see now that it was a boy who held her-was slight and black haired, his eyes downcast upon Lily's wavy head. She wore a pair of scarlet pajamas, as did half the Gryffindor table; she was a stark contrast to the impeccably ironed and starched uniforms of most of the Slytherins, and the green, white, and silver of those who had risen too late to have time to dress before coming down to breakfast.

His eyes widened. The boy whose shoulder Lily's head rested on had lifted his face.

It was Snape.

Harry passed out.

Those three words *hary passed out* god they are so fun to write

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