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Youthful ReflectionsSnape stood outside the entrance of Gryffindor tower, a mirrored shadow of his youth, so many years ago. A nameless Gryffindor had entered the portrait hole as he rounded the corner. It meant nothing to his conscious mind but his feet ended up stopping just in front of the portrait, instead of continuing on towards other pressing endeavors. He hadn't realized he had stopped walking and his mind suddenly went blank. His eyes glazed over with sadness as he gazed up at the fat lady's face.Youthful Reflections by RightonShootingStar
At first she had raised her eyebrows contemptuously at him as he stopped in front of her just as she always had but the lines in her forehead smoothed and her own eyes became very misty as she peered back, not at the man, but at that boy, who many a night had so stubbornly camped out in front of her. He would always flee well before dawn so as to avoid any awkward confrontation but she knew who he was always waiting for in vain.
She had tried to stand up for him in the beginning (half out of annoyance)