One of my favorite ships, so I wrote a lil fanfic about them!
Year One
The Hogwarts Express was loud with laughter and the scraping of trunks, but Lily Evans felt alone. She pressed her face to the glass, watching the English countryside blur by. Suddenly, a thin boy with sallow skin and stringy hair slid open the compartment door and peered in.
“Er—can I sit here?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded. “I’m Lily. Lily Evans.”
“Severus Snape,” he replied, clutching his battered case to his chest. For a while, they said nothing. But when she saw him mutter a little spell under his breath, her eyes widened. “Are you a wizard too?” she asked, awestruck.
He smiled, shy and secretive. “I am.”
It was the start of something that didn’t have a name yet—just the sense that here, in this strange new world, they weren’t quite alone.
Year Two
Hogwarts was less terrifying the second time around, especially with Severus by her side. Lily thrived in Charms, while Severus dazzled in Potions. They’d meet by the fire in the Gryffindor common room (Lily) or the shadowy corners of the library (Severus). He’d teach her about moonstone powder and she’d help him pronounce tricky spells.
There were moments—brief, bright ones—where their hands brushed when reaching for the same book, or when he’d catch her laughing and look away, flustered. In the hush of the castle, Lily sometimes wondered if she was the only one who saw the softness behind his cutting words.
Year Three
Everything started to shift. Boys began to notice Lily’s green eyes and easy laugh. James Potter, loud and reckless, tripped over his own feet to impress her. Severus watched from the sidelines, a storm brewing behind his eyes. He grew quieter, jealous in ways he didn’t know how to name.
But Lily wouldn’t let him sulk. She’d drag him to the lake, show him how the sunlight danced on the water, or press a daisy into his palm. “You’re my best friend, Sev,” she’d say. And for a moment, the world righted itself.
Year Four
The lines between their houses grew sharper. Severus found friends in the shadows—Avery, Mulciber, boys with cruel smiles and darker secrets. Lily worried, pleaded with him to be careful, to remember who he was. They argued more, voices echoing in empty corridors.
But when Lily’s cat fell ill, it was Severus she ran to. He brewed a potion late into the night, hands steady, eyes gentle. “She’ll be alright,” he promised, and she believed him.
On Christmas, he gave her a silver hairpin shaped like a lily. She wore it every day.
Year Five
OWLs loomed and so did the war outside. Slurs were flung in hallways—Mudblood, traitor. Lily fought back tears, and Severus, desperate to protect her, lashed out at anyone who dared hurt her. But sometimes, when anger bubbled too hot, he said things he didn’t mean.
One afternoon, after a particularly cruel Slytherin prank, Lily found Severus under the beech tree by the lake, fists clenched. “You’re better than them,” she said fiercely.
He shook his head, shame coloring his face. “No, Lily. I’m not.”
She knelt beside him, took his hand. “You are to me.”
Year Six
Everything hurt more in sixth year. Severus drifted further into Slytherin’s darkness, pressured by pureblood politics and the temptations of power. Lily watched, heart breaking, as the boy she loved warred with the boy he was becoming.
One night, in the potions dungeon, she cornered him. “You have a choice, Sev. You always have a choice.”
He looked at her, eyes wild. “What if I choose wrong?”
She reached for him, her touch gentle. “Then I’ll help you find your way back.”
And for the first time in months, Severus let himself hope.
Year Seven
Seventh year was a blur of exams and danger. The world outside Hogwarts bled in, no longer just a distant threat. Lily became Head Girl; Severus, top of his class in Potions. They weren’t children anymore.
On the last night, as fireworks exploded over the castle, Severus found Lily in the Astronomy Tower. He hesitated, then took her hand. “I don’t know what comes next,” he whispered. “But I want to try—whatever it is. With you.”
She smiled, tears in her eyes. “I want that too.”
He kissed her—awkward, desperate, perfect.
Five Years Later
The world did not heal overnight. The war left scars—on the land, on their hearts. Severus worked at St. Mungo’s, using his gift for Potions to heal instead of harm. Lily became a teacher at Hogwarts, her laughter filling the halls.
They wrote letters when they were apart, long and rambling, full of dreams and fears. When he finally asked her to marry him, it was in the greenhouse, where she was tending a row of lilies. He held out a simple gold band, hands trembling. “Lily, I’ve loved you since the train. Will you—?”
She didn’t let him finish. “Of course,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his.
Their wedding was simple—just friends, family, and a sky full of stars. Remus toasted them, Sirius danced with Lily, and even James sent a letter: “If it had to be anyone, I’m glad it’s you, Snape. Take care of her.”
Their cottage was small but warm, tucked away in the countryside. On a rainy October night, Lily gave birth to a little boy with Severus’s dark hair and her green eyes. Severus held him, awestruck, as Lily watched with tired joy.
“What will we call him?” she asked.
Severus smiled, brushing a curl from his son’s forehead. “How about Evan?”
Lily nodded, reaching for Severus’s hand. “Evan Severus Snape.”
As thunder rolled outside, Severus kissed Lily and their son, vowing to protect this family with everything he had. The darkness was still out there, but inside their home, there was only love—and the promise that, against all odds, they’d found their way back to each other.
