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All is Full of Love

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Students were racing up and down Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Steam from the engine was hanging tenderly about their shoulders like a tattered shawl. Snape felt as separate from the scene as if he’d been made of smoke himself. He made his way up the platform with dragging footsteps, jostled and elbowed by the excitable students, his stomach weighed down with a feeling of leaden gloom - he was going back to the muggle world. He was used to loneliness, but loneliness in hostile surroundings was another thing entirely. He seemed to feel the air getting thinner, warmer, more stifling, the further he walked from the Hogwarts Express.  

He felt as though he was a different species from the other students on the platform, as though he was caught up in a herd of stampeding buffalo and, for one bitter, weary moment, he longed to be one of them. It was a moment of weakness, he knew, because he usually cherished his separateness from these giggling imbeciles. He hated them as individuals, but he longed for what they amounted to.    

The platform was littered with obstacles, half-hidden in the steam. There were cats mewling and arching their backs, owls screeching and ruffling their feathers, in cages that had been temporarily forgotten by their owners. There were curses as trunks were dropped on other people’s feet, or students were shoved aside by older children who’d done all this before. The odd jinx flew above the heads of the assembled students, hit an innocent bystander, and caused eruptions of howling, tentacles and apologies.

Some younger students were so excited to be home that sparks flew involuntarily from their wand-tips. A few of them were hovering some feet above the ground, and had companions dangling from the hem of their robes, trying to pull them back down.   

The platform smelled of smoke and sulphur from all the jinxes. The atmosphere was crackling with magic and expectation. The air was thick with it. But Severus couldn’t share it, wasn’t part of it - he was numb with a kind of sick, weary, familiar dread.

Boys raced along the platform - scuffling, shoving, tousling hair, tripping each other up (these were all recognised gestures of affection). One boy was garrotting another with his school tie (this was borderline, but he probably meant well). A knot of Ravenclaw girls watching this wore exaggerated expressions of exasperation - hands on hips, eyes rolling, theatrical sighs - and then smiled disarmingly if one of the scuffling boys happened to look over.

A first year Slytherin was leaning away from his mother disdainfully as she tried to pull him into a hug.

“Of course they fed me properly - honestly, mother, if you can’t learn to control yourself, I’m getting straight back on that train.”

The mother beamed, as if this was the cleverest thing she’d ever heard, and told him she’d missed him.

Snape felt sick. In later years, the unreasonable affection of mothers for their children was going to upset him even more.

Two Hufflepuff girls with red, round, tear-sodden faces were clinging to each other and sniffing wetly, gurgling their mutual affection. They told each other that they’d send an owl every day, that they couldn’t wait to be back together, that they hated going home. Snape knew that they’d forget about each other in a week. People were so fake, so melodramatic, so stupid.    

That was when he felt a brief touch on his shoulder, and heard a low, lovely voice mutter “See you back home, cheerful.”

It was Lily. She was smiling her arch, conspiratorial smile from under a curtain of dark red hair.

Snape felt his stomach lurch and, choked with surprised emotion, couldn’t even manage a smile in return.  

Lily was an affectionate friend, but she knew that open affection between them would provoke jeers, incredulous stares and even jinxes from passing Gryffindors or Slytherins. She didn’t care, but she knew that Severus did, so, in the interests of a quiet life, (and compromising her principles for him yet again) she had taken to these subversive displays of friendship. Snape suspected that she was excited by the challenge: how to conceal her friendship, without curbing her affectionate impulses; how to please Severus, while still being herself. She was always walking that thin line, and not always succeeding - but her lively intelligence, and her loyalty to old friends, kept her trying.  

She turned into the crowd and disappeared from view - engulfed in a group of giggling girls, and then hidden behind a bulky Slytherin.

The last glimpse of her that Severus caught was when she passed James Potter. He was at the centre of his little fan-club as usual, recounting a spectacular Quidditch move at the top of his voice, with wild hand gestures. His boasts grew still louder as Lily walked past.

Lily turned her back on him, stifling an exaggerated yawn. Her companion giggled.

Severus could not have loved her more. She made going home bearable. What was it to him if he was going back to a prison, while James Potter went home to a manor house? What did he care if his parents argued, and he had to breathe in the fumes of their mutual hatred for a few weeks? He had Lily all to himself for a while. That was worth anything.
This is the first chapter of my long and soppy Sev/Lily fanfic 'Sympathetic Magic' (for a list of the order of chapters please see my journal here: [link] )

Sympathetic Magic can also be found on fanfiction.net here [link]

This was also my second experiment with witing a story to try and capture the spirit of a song - this time: All is Full of Love by Bjork on the Homogenic album, a really lovely, tender song. If this story is even half-way like it, I'll be happy.
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Apaixonada por Severus  Snape como sou, depois de uma pesquisa no Fanfiction.net encontrei sua fanfic(incompleta). Curiosa por vi alguns comentários de usuários que leram sua fanfic, e tive a informação que no Deviantart estava completa.

Provavelmente você não usa mais essa conta, de fato não sei, mas já faz muito tempo que você iniciou e concluiu essa fanfic, mas eu gostaria de te agradecer por essa fanfic. Eu amo, amo muito Severus Snape e Lily Evans(Snily).