It was a cold November night. The little town of Godric's Hollow still mourned the recent deaths of two very nice people: James and Lily Potter. And yet they still celebrated the recent defeat of Lord Voldemort at the hands on a child no older than one year. Everybody was inside their houses. All except one.
A young man walked into the cemetary, a letter clutched into his hand. He was looking for a certain grave. The grave of Lily Potter. She had died at the hands of Lord Voldemort, trying to save Harry Potter, her son. So many people had died at his hands. Why did it have to be her?
He stopped at a grave where two new head stones had been placed. The second one read:
Lily Potter.
He had found it. He looked at the note, the words a little smudged from all his crying as he wrote it. It said:
Dear Lily
I have written this for you if hopes that you will understand what I'm trying to say:
I wish I could have stood up for myself
There's no such thing as freedom
Without some responsibility
All this shock and surprise
But we've been throwing around a mean bommerang
And now it's coming back to us
Wouldn't you like to see a change?
Are you willing to pay?
Stopping the screams and murders and pain
I'd like to throw them away.
We put the innocent to test
By all the thoughts we invest
Children learn from what excites us
That's such a sad legacy
Wouldn't
I still love like I always did.
Love,
Severus Snape
Severus placed the note onto her grave. A single tear ran down his cheek. He stared at Lily's grave, all the memories coming back to him. The day het met her. The day at King's Cross and the at the Sorting Ceremony. All those memories flooded back into his mind. He didn't try to stop them.
Near dawn, Severus left the cemetary. It was the first and last time he ever went to Lily Potter's grave.