Limbo.
For all her years stuck in limbo, between life and death, love was something she saw often. Puppy love, she saw everyday. But, true love, love that would outlast wars, deaths, and harsh ships? Well, that only came around every century or so.
In her part of the world, it was silent, deathly so. She wasn't dead, she supposed, but rather half between death and life. This was the life she had chosen, and however much she hadn't liked it at the start, limbo was starting to grow on her after ten years or so.
Her first glance at true love came in the form of the dreadfully complicated relationship of Lily and Severus. Limbo was where she spent her days, gazing into the window into the world, staring down at Lily and Severus as they, unknowingly slipped deeper and deeper into the world of true love.
Their walks around Hogwarts filled her with happiness as her eyes gazed down onto the pair; Lily, beautiful and outspoken, and Severus, quiet but handsome, in his own uncertain but proud way.
And, less than a year later after their peaceful walks, she watched the fight that changed their very lives forever. The one fight, the one slip of the tongue, that Severus made, unfortunately, the one word that made Lily abandon him forever.
And, so she watched, high up in the clouds, stuck between life and death. Day and night, she watched, for sleep was not important, not needed in limbo. She watched Lily cry herself to sleep every nights for months, watched her blossom into a flower, and fall in love with James Potter, the very boy that would cause her death. Whether or not she had known that at the time, it didn't matter. For all the mattered, to Lily now, was nothing regretting in Severus.
There were days, days when the rain pelted down out of the clouds the drops hitting the world below. Those were the days, where she felt it was right to watch Severus. What she found was almost what she had been expecting. Severus, sitting on his bed, watching the rain. And another; Severus, smiling down at an old photo of Lily, smiling as she twirled around the grounds, smiling at the camera, she supposed, her red hair fanning out around her. This brought a smile to her face, as it did to Severus's.
Then came the war.
A series of months where the sky was filled with darkness, and the air held a certain chill that had never been there before. Nights, she shivered, and days she shivered.
She watched Lily join the Order of Phoenix, by that James Potter, which now she felt a certain feeling of resentment towards. Couldn't he see that darling Lily didn't want to join, didn't want to fight in this silly war? She was certain that Severus would have.
She checked up on him often, squeezing her eyes tight as she did, dreading what she would see. Severus, his body broken, dead? No, what she saw was worse than that. She saw the boy she had once known as a young gurgling baby, join the Death Eaters. Freely allow a mark to be burnt onto his skin. Freely join the organization that was fighting against Lily's.
Freely joining death.
She saw him and Lily, every day, fighting for their lives. Their lives, which meant nothing apart. Meant nothing if they weren't together, meant nothing if they were separated, by war, by love, by a stupid word!
And then death came. Tears poured onto the soft clouds as she wept, her teary, blood-shot eyes locked onto the image of her Lily dead, lying on the bedroom floor as if she was sleeping. And, then thankfully, Hagrid came and rescued her crying grandson.
And that night, she wept with Severus for her daughter.
And their love.
AN: Completely AU, I know, as J.K has told us that Mr. and Mrs. Evans died "normal Muggle deaths." Anyhow, comment if you want. :)