ok this is my second attempt at writing fan fiction, again i ask that you be gentle with me i know i'm not great but this is a scene I really wanted to read but since i couldnt find it anywhere else i decided to write it myself. im not sure yet but there might be more chapters to come, im haveing trouble deciding how snape falls in love with james, my only ideas so far involve a journey and a musical number (thanks Disney your super helpful) any who declaimers: i own nothing but my socks and an imaginary fish named jimmy
Severus Snape stood watching the last house on a lonely residential street in Godric's hollow. At first glance nothing about the potter residence seemed out of the ordinary. That is, of course, other than the fact that until a few minutes ago it had not been visible. However if one was accustomed to spontaneously appearing houses and took a closer look they might notice that despite the abundance of light in the house it appeared to be empty.
On any other night if you had knocked on the potter's front door you would have been welcomed in with a smile, but after tonight it would never again be thrown wide in welcome.
In the hours that followed it would be hesitantly opened by a man terrified of what he would find, and later, by a half giant looking for a baby who would one day become one of the most famous wizards of all time. However the smile of James potter would never again grace that doorway.
The world seemed to move in slow motion, every step closer taking hours rather than seconds, the distance between where Snape stood and the door stretched further, becoming an infinite distance. Feet dragged heavily, barley lifting from the concrete with each step.
Seconds, or possibly weeks later, he reached the door. He hesitated, fingers grasped the handle tightly.
It was already over but as long as the door stayed closed the illusion remained. He could still pretend that James had ever stood a chance.
The hinges creaked slightly as the door swung open. It stuck half way, caught on a familiar wand. Snape recognized it immediately. How could he not? This wand had been pointed at him almost daily for seven years. It had hoisted him by his ankle, given him numerous injuries, and in one of its wielder's more creative moments had transformed most of the castle's suits of armor into flamingos.
James' wand.
The part of Snape which had still been holding on to the hope that James was alive shrunk noticeably. Then shattered as the door swung open completely; and the interior of the house became visible for the first time.
James' body lay contorted on the floor of the front entrance way. Caught in the act of turning to follow his wife.
All the starch went out of Snape's body as he collapsed. It took everything he had to crawl closer and pull James' body to his chest. Snape buried his face in James' hair and allowed the tears he had been holding in all evening to fall. He sobbed "I'm sorry's" and promises to anyone who was listening. He would have promised anything, made any bargain the universe would accept if James would just breath.
Long black hair tangled with messy golden as Snape mourned for the man he had loved. The man who would never again greet the door with a smile on his face. Would never again run his hands through his hair in the way that had always frustrated lily but that Snape had secretly loved.
Who would never again be James.