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Severus perspective  Evening, 11th January, 1975

“Ja-… Potter,” the strained voice said,

It sounded like they needed to bolt as far away as possible to not rip this Potter  person into pieces.

“I was under the impression that you were a single minded person,but apparently you need to run to Black whenever an inconvenience shows up.”

Ginger hair flies through the air as an upset girl with bright green eyes comes into view. She is wearing a pleated plaid skirt, and a long wool jacket that flows stiffer in comparison to her soaring hair.

The breeze becomes harsher.

A boy that might be Potter walks quickly after her, trying to grab her arm.

“Lils! Come on, it’s not a big deal. We can do something else?” Potter compromised “we can go roller skating! Or-“

“Oh quit it mate” an annoyed boy interrupts, he has a shaggy mullet and an expensive vest. It was like he was made by gold but the budget got cut neck up. He glares at the gi- Lils? That can’t be it.. “Evans,” oh, so thats her name “will never come along. Might as well stop.”

Evans almost burns circles in the snotty guys face from how steely she is glaring at him.

Severus found it impressive. But nowadays he found most things impressive. The knots in his stomach grows bigger when they come closer to his proximity.

Two boys in matching sweaters, one lanky and tall, the other short and plump, walk in a measurable pace a few meters away. Seemingly not wanting to interrupt. Or perhaps just too tired.

The not anymore-bickering trio pause in front of the resturaunt beside him. The lanky sweater guy glances at him, currently in the ally. A confused expression etched on his scarred face.

But as the snotty taller guy addresses him he seems to just pretend he saw nothing.

He sees someone with long blonde hair sneak out from the window on the backside of the building. Maybe someone already alerted authority? It’s risky but he chooses to go forth with his plan. Severus opens the pick-locked door and hurries in.

No one except the five kids would be in there this time of day.

Good. He didn’t want to deal with more problems. The people that are attempting to find him is enough.

Recently he had ran away from the place his father calls home , and with that, comes running out of supplies. That means that he needs to find a place to steal some necessities from. Like a restaurant.

The plan was simple.

1: Sneak through the back door.

2: Steal food and a knife. Or two.

3: Get out.

If he fails to do that he will forever be ashamed, and he will have to go back.

It all becomes more nerve-wracking when he thinks about the group of teens talking outside the kitchen. Almost like someone whispering in your ear that you will fail. Severus tries to just ignore the thought.

In all Severus 16 years living he had never been in or properly seen a commercial kitchen. He’d seen them in magazines when he ran out of books. Nothing else.

The counters are an off white and the floor was as shiny as-… the lights, as shiny as the lights. There is two fryers right beside each other with potatoes and yellow boiling water in it.

As he turns to the left he sees a sign with a borderline barbaric threat to a girl named Marlene about stolen eggos in the fridge or something .

The first thing he does is go to the fridge where the sign instructed had eggos in it. Severus wasn’t sure what eggos were but it must be food to have been placed in the fridge. A noise comes from the front, he needs to hurry. He grabs the eggos and without looking a random knife and sprints to the backdoor. Which he finds locked.

Weird.

On the way to cautiously exit from the front door Severus is met with red shiny liquid,

blood. A lot. A bulky tall man lays on the ground, pale as paper with three stab-wounds in his chest.

Blood is splattered on the ground and a girl with ginger hair lays sprawled on top. After further examination he realizes that it’s the Evans girl from before.

Before he could run he feels his back sting as he’s shoved back by the mullet boy.

Severus looks up into the eyes of a man who is ready to kill. Wild silver eyes look into befuddled dark brown eyes. It’s almost like this man thinks he did this.

Severus looks down to the knife he had blindly grabbed and is met with a layer of dark red blood.

“What did you do?!”

Shit..

Lily’s perspective Evening, 11th January, 1975

It was like James was asking to be torn to shreds and thrown away.

It was so in character for him. That was the thing with boyfriends. (if you can even call him that) Its like they are completely unaware of social cues or even how to be nice!   Or maybe He’s just queer.

Oh well, idiots were perhaps needed to create balance in the universe.

Right now, Lily, Peter, Remus, her boyfriend and her boyfriend’s boyfriend are getting takeout from a small local diner. Peter convinced us all that the food is pretty good for a dingy place. Remus backed it up by saying there aren’t any rats except Peter in there.

The diner was nice enough, with a big sign on the roof saying ‘Casey’s diner’ and some newly lit candles on the wooden tables outside. It was a weird touch for an American diner from the 50’s. It had opened because Americans thought they owned the world (Sirius had added). Well, everything about it seemed a bit cheap so she thought maybe they ran out of money and wanted some more seats outside. Like a side hustle.

The checkered pattern lining the walls were fun enough.

When they opened the door they were met with a rotten smell. Like it hasn’t been cleaned in fifty years. It infiltrated your nostrils and stayed there, like a stupid god damn rat.

“Oi, what were you saying about no rats?” Sirius tried to joke through his obvious disgust. His nose wrinkled like a dog trying to catch the scent of a buried bone.

Remus, confused added “well it isn’t supposed to be like this.” After a second he adds “you know Marlene? She works here, if it was this bad she would be complaining everyday to us.”

Remus looked at Lily as an afterthought and said “and uncle Tom likes this place”

Her and Remus are related, it isn’t really something they talk about since Remus father cut all ties. This friend group was the only connection Lily had to dad’s family. She will never tell dad that though.

“Alright fine let’s check what happened” Lily sighed. Honestly she felt really nervous.

It felt like a ball of yarn was knotted in her stomach. She almost stopped breathing.

Peter eagerly opened the door, not ready for what they will see. An innocent time outside turns into the biggest mess ever.

Blood dripped on the walls.

Lily’s uncle on the floor. Eyes wide open and dazed. Overgrown hair. His position makes it seem like he was ready to fight. His hands still in fists.

With tears in her eyes Lily ran to her uncle.

“What the…” Remus manages to croak out. James sits beside Lily, looking at her dear uncle that she barely knew. Two fingers are pressed on the side of his neck.

“Lily,” James gently talks “he’s uh..”

“Shut up” is rasped out of her throat. Her vision is blurry in a similar way his are. But he is covered in blood, she isn’t.

Desperately trying to hold onto the tinge of hope that maybe just maybe he’ll survive.

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Heyyy soo i forgot my password for my milanote account and thats where i keep my notes for the fic!!!

no one on tumblr answered (bcuz no one cares dumbass lmao) so i decided to say it here!! So the chapter is postponed (postponing on chapter TWO is wild work) and i might make a short story while waiting!!!!

oh and does the image button work? Cuz idk if it does because i never see images in ao3 and the rare times i do im pretty sure they used another technique

bye homos and heteros