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Unexpected Grace, Part Fifteen XXVIIUnexpected Grace, Part Fifteen by *lilynoelle
I felt like a stranger in my own world after I came home. Five weeks, nine months, had forever altered me. I felt like a butterfly in reverse, slowly losing grace and freedom. I know who I am now more than I did then. The wounded me is the girl I am most familiar with. I do not remember the other girl very clearly. She's gone. She traded in her innocence for experience, learning to hide the same way a bird learns to fly.
I still thought about my child, and of the pain that had given her to me – and taken her away. What would I say to her if I could meet her? What would she look like? And how many children of rape are o
Chapter Fourteen: Unexpected Grace XXVIChapter Fourteen: Unexpected Grace by *lilynoelle
The sky drooped low for one week, making the entire town dark and moody. Rain fell all day, ruining laundry lines and plans to swim or walk. It was the week before classes started, and Deena had taken to her new role as a university student with zeal. She had been spending all summer with Lucie, walking and sharing ideas, and recently all talk had turned to school. Neither girl had declared a major, but they both had ideas. Deena wanted to study psychology and religion, with hopes of someday being a missionary. Lucie wanted to paint, and it had taken several agonizing wee
Unexpected Grace, Part Thirteen XXVUnexpected Grace, Part Thirteen by *lilynoelle
Deena was letting her hair grow longer, and she was reading one of Lucie's books: a self-help that was underlined and highlighted throughout. Lucie was letting Deena into her life more and more each day, and Deena wasn't certain she wanted to be there or not. She felt, at times, enormously privileged to be with her peculiar step-sister, who seemed always so far away. But Lucie scared her, too: her intensity, her darkness, and the depths she stirred within Deena, who had never noticed she had her own shadowy corners.
Maria's death had, of course, opened Deena's eyes to the weightie
Unexpected Grace, Part Twelve XXIXUnexpected Grace, Part Twelve by *lilynoelle
That summer was particularly hot and muggy, but the nights were cool and moist. In the morning, the trees outside of Lucie's window dripped with dew and rain. Amalia had once told Lucie that a young woman should bathe her face with dew every May First – it would, she promised, ensure beauty. Lucie remembered a few years of vain attempts, but she never had enough dew to wash with. She had tried rubbing her nose in the grass, but instead of beauty she wound up with a smudged face.
Maybe it had worked; she was beautiful in any case, although her nose was crooked and she was too
Unexpected Grace, Part Ten XXIIUnexpected Grace, Part Ten by *lilynoelle
Each day drew hotter than the last, until the air was so heavy that birds ceased flying and flora mourned their honeybees. Gardens dried up until their flowers' heads bent towards the ground, weak and thirsty. Alex was beginning to feel depressed in her dark house, with the only lights coming from the door when Robert left or returned from work, or when Lucie stepped out to walk a few houses before turning around again, her black clothes burning her thin back.
Towards the end of June, it rained. It felt like a small miracle. Everything cooled and softened, and the air carried the
Unexpected Grace, Part Nine XXIUnexpected Grace, Part Nine by *lilynoelle
"There you are," Alex exclaimed, as Lucie burst through the front door, throwing heat inside the house, which had been gradually cooling in its darkness.
"Here I am," Lucie agreed, smiling, kissing her mother's cheek.
"You're in a good mood," Deena remarked, rising from her seat on the sofa, a glass of iced water in her hands.
"Fantastic mood," Lucie agreed, walking to Deena and taking the water from her hands. She drank it all in one go.
"Get your own water," Deena teased, and headed to the kitchen.
"Where the hell where you?" Alex growled, once Deena was out of earshot.
Lucie lifted her sunglass
| "I almost wish that we were butterflies, and lived but three summer days ..." ~ John Keats |
A Letter to Lily, unsent *~Note: This is not part of "Forever and Always," it is a vignette in memory of Lily Evans, on her birthday.A Letter to Lily, unsent by *lilynoelle
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January 30th
My Dear Girl,
Well, you're married now, aren't you. I always thought … hoped … for a different manner of celebrating your 21st birthday. I thought it would be you and me, together, like the old days: celebrating your 10th birthday in secret, right at midnight, by our favorite orchard tree. &#
Anniversary One year had passed since Lily Evans was killed. A chilling breeze welcomed Severus as he stepped out from the Entrance Hall and into the foggy All Hallows' morning. He had managed one hour of sleep the night before, his mind constantly reminding him of the woman he loved and of the death that he had unwittingly caused. He could hear her screams and taste her fear until his entire body was shuddering. He had tried to cry, hoping it would provide release, but the needed tears would not come. He had finally admitted defeat, rising from his sweat-soaked bed with weary limbs.Anniversary by *lilynoelle
The grounds were silent as he walked along wet grass and mu
Ch.18: In the Privacy of Night Spinner’s End was bathed in golden light. Songbirds were singing sleepily, and a mild breeze whistled through the trees. In the distance, the low drone of a train moaned softly through the street. Even the gathering shadows seemed peaceful, enclosing the neighborhood in slumber. The evening was clement and serene. Nevertheless, something was not quite right.Ch.18: In the Privacy of Night by *lilynoelle
Petunia Evans sat on the patio, arms folded and eyes narrowed, trying to determine what could possibly be wrong with such a peaceful night. Slowly – very slowly, as if time had stopped – the sun dipped
"The Farewell" “The Farewell”"The Farewell" by *lilynoelle
Exert from a work-in-progress fanfic by Stella Noelle Rothe.
@ January, 2008
The characters of this story belong to J.K.Rowling.
“I have some news.” Lily spoke carefully and nervously, her eyes avoiding Severus and her hands twisting furiously together. Severus knew immediately the news that was coming. He did not let Lily finish her sentence. Not knowing why, but only knowing he needed to see her suffer as he was suffering, Severus spoke. “You’re marrying him,” Severus spat – but his anger and his sheer hatred of James dissolved instantly into the purist agony he had ever know
Embrace *~NOTE: This is independent from Forever and Always. Consider it an early morning vignette, inspired in part by Jeff Buckley's song, "Lover, You Should Have Come Over."Embrace by *lilynoelle
Severus lay in his bed in Spinner's End, window open and a soft rain falling and pooling on his rickety balcony. His bed was made up but he lay on top of the covers, allowing stray rain drops to fall upon his bare arms and face. He couldn't close his eyes. There was nothing of interest to look at, but whenever he closed his eyes a flood of memories filled them with images. He knew that, only one garden-space away, Lily was likely in her own house, probably in her room,
That Summer Long Ago Paper boats in the riverThat Summer Long Ago by *lilynoelle
wet moss and vines beneath our feet
and the trembling, summer breeze
perfumed with bittersweet
herbs and shuddering buds
longing to burst into flower.
Cold rocks in the river
to run across and hide
in a thicket of long grass and pine;
we are bug-bitten but content
in childhood's hour.
You and me in the river,
shivering
as the cool air brushes against our skin;
we hide under water until the sun comes in
with its soft glow
I thought I was a mermaid and
you told me so.
For one sweet summer
we asked questions we knew
had no answers
but the wind and the water
answered each one,
and there I was, a mer
| Fanfiction of Severus Snape and Lily Evans that is NOT related to "Forever and Always" or "A Settling Of Scores" |
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It's taking so, so long for me to finish anything lately! I've been planning some time for this soon, though, so I'm hoping anytime between tomorrow and next week! 
Thank you for asking! I really appreciate your interest. It's encouraging. 
Mike and my stock account: [link]
Severus and Lily's story: [link]
for "Romeo and Juliet" has been a very demanding experience. It's so challenging and so wonderful, and so exhausting! I would never trade this experience. 
Worried 
