letter one: On the Hill

I still remember the day we met with the vivdness of a freshly drawn picture. Your red hair and the look on your face as you ran from your sister, who was mocking you with the repeated name of freak.

Cautiously, I stepped away from my tree and looked upon the scene in front of me, your sister running away from my sight. You stayed. That simple act spoke volumes towards my nine year old psyche. Every other kid either ran or mocked me.

We became fast friends, showing each other the magic we had and looking up at the crystal blue sky. We spent every season there, trudging through the crystaline white snow and the fallen petals to come to the top of the hill. We discovered magic there, flowers blooming in our hands spontaniously.

From nine to eleven, we talked and laughed, shaking with laughter at times. We found Petunia's letter and talked about school and being magical. It was litterally the coolest experience either of us had ever had. Even in Hogwarts I missed those two carefree year by the tree, before we met James and before we had to worry about being wizards. Before I lost you and before I said some things I didn't mean.

In those days we didn't have to worry about what we said, because words like Mudblood had no meaning. We were innocent, and in the best way possible. We had the world at our feet on the hill and we had the power of magic to get us what we wanted. Of course we never used it, but the power was still nice.

With love~
Severus Snape