I decided to read my first fic again and nearly got a heart attack. So many spelling errors, so silly plot holes. Ugh. And considering my laptop is broken and I don't have access to A Different First Year right now, I'm going to spend some time on repairing everything that's broken in this one. I'm probably adding some new chapters and changing some things that may be important in the future...

If you want to, you can keep up with it and see the story change and grow out of its immatureness. But if not, you won't lose anything. Maybe just a good read, but that's already your decision to make.

I'm expecting reviews, so I could see if I'm moving in the right direction.

Severus Snape stared into the dull darkness of the night. It was all he had left.

Everything is gone... everything...Lily.

He bowed his head in surrender, giving up under the heavy burden of emotions that threatened to drown him. A lonely tear fell in the darkness. What was the point of his existence now? Series of memories played trough his mind. A red haired woman was always present in those flashes – laughing, talking and even shouting. Except for one. It was the moment he had gotten the news...

Black had been sitting in the Three Broomsticks and everyone was keeping their distance from him. It was the perfect time, he thought, to get even with him. How wrong he had been. The look Black had given him when he walked over, gave an answer on its own. No words were needed. As soon as Severus understood, he turned into an exact copy of Black. He sunk on the other chair behind the table. Then they both sat behind one table for once not fighting. Grief had gotten together two grave enemies and now all they had were memories of friends they both loved so much...

The Dark Lord had attacked Godrics Hollow. Lily was dead. The only woman he had ever loved was dead. The only woman he would ever love. And the only woman who would ever consider standing next to him, being his friend. And her son too. There was no way Harry Potter could have survived it. He had nothing of Lily to keep him going. Severus Snape was never the man, who would cry, but now silent tears were falling once more from his dark eyes and he didn't give a care in the world about it. There was no reason to stay in this wretched world anymore, no point or purpose. Only death could save him now and maybe let him stay with her again...

He took out a vial of purple liquid. The contents sloshed against the walls of the vial. Poison is always sweeter than the antidote because death has always been more alluring.

Just as he put the vial to his lips and took a last semi-scared breath, a golden feather appeared from seemingly nowhere. It was Fawkes' and Severus understood what it meant. Dumbledore knew what he was trying to do and wanted to stop him. He took a second to think and decided he could go and say his goodbyes to the only real father he had ever had.

Severus apparated away and the moment he arrived, he noticed the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall standing somewhere that looked like a muggle neighborhood, staring intently at the skies.

"Ah, Severus. Always the fast one..." Dumbledore was smiling brightly though his smile dimmed a bit when he saw Severus's appearance. Severus noticed it and scoffed: „Yes, Headmaster. Why did you call me here? It's a muggle street". He had expected Hogwarts and was quite surprised by his surroundings, though he would never show any emotions. The only thing he could think of was the reason he was called. Surely it couldn't be about stopping his death – Dumbledore could have done it anywhere.

"I'm aware of that, Severus. I'm sure you have heard about what happened last night..." Dumbledore's eyes examined Severus and the younger man felt as the wizard was looking straight trough him. Possibly he was.

"You mean about the Potter's death?"

"Yes, I mean about James' and Lily's death..." Dumbledore's eyes looked sad and regretful for their deaths and even held a bit compassion for Severus. Only few people had known about his and Lily's friendship and the Headmaster had been one of them.

"You forgot her son". Tears threatened to fall again and Severus did his best to keep them back. He was not going to cry in front of Minerva.

"Well the actual reason I called you here is that we don't know what to do... You see - Harry Potter survived the Avada Kedavra curse and..." He wasn't able to finish his sentence, because Severus had grabbed the neck of his robes and was clinging to it with the look of a madman.

"Impossible... Dark Lord... Lily... Just a child..."

"We know... But somehow Harry blocked the curse and sent it back to Voldemort. I guess I just have to think about it for a while" The old man answered and fell into though for a few seconds. He was soon interrupted by Severus, who had let go of his robes and was regaining control of his emotions again.

"What are you going to do with him? And where is he?" He didn't see the child anywhere. Only Minerva and Dumbledore.

"Calm down, Severus. Sirius has Harry and they're on their way here..." Dumbledore tried to soothe Severus and almost succeeded. Until something clicked...

"Black!? But there are rumors going around he was the one who betrayed them!" He knew very well that Sirius' grief a few hours ago had been sincere, but he also knew that the mutt had been the Potter's secret keeper.

"No... It was Peter Pettigrew. He is already in Azkaban, if I'm not mistaken."

Severus nodded. Pettigrew hadn't been his first guess, considering the werewolf was also in the picture, but after a few thoughts it seemed even logical. Pettigrew had always been weak and Dark Lord had always promised power to those who would follow him. Ideas of revenge boiled in his head, but were cut off by a more important question.

"Headmaster... What are you going to do with the boy?" He hoped against hope...

"I'm leaving him here. His only relatives live on this street. They are muggles, but if Harry has inherited anything from his father, I believe he is going to be just fine."

Again Severus nodded. For a second he had already hoped that...

"You must understand, Severus. I can't leave him to you. Even if you may actually be the one he might need the most..." Severus never got a chance to ask Dumbledore why he thought so, because the sky lit up and a flying motorcycle appeared from between the clouds. Black was sitting on the bike and Harry was safely cradled in his arm. He landed softly and got off the bike.

"Good evening, Sirius. I see you have our little savior. "

Dumbledore reached for the baby and was somewhat shocked to see Sirius pulling Harry even closer to his chest, not even thinking about letting the boy go. It was as if Harry was the only thing still holding him alive. Severus couldn't help, but feel some kind of connection to him.

"I'm his Godfather! What you want is wrong!"

There were darks circles around his eyes and he looked like a moving skeleton. Only Severus could see a small shimmer of life in Blacks eyes that was directed on the baby. He had changed beyond recognition and the pleading tone in which the words had been said was the same that Severus heart screaming in his head.

"He has to be with his relatives. They are the only ones who can provide the required protection. Sirius, you don't have any parental experience. Please understand this is the only way..."

The Headmaster reached for the baby again, but once more Sirius pulled away and even threw a glance at his bike. Severus smirked when he understood what Sirius was thinking.

"Black, he is right. There is no way you could raise him."

Black sighed and handed the baby over with tears in his eyes, but not before one last adoring kiss on Harry's forehead.

Dumbledore gently took the baby from Sirius and placed him on the Dursley's doorstep, adding a letter. Here he was - The Boy Who Lived - doomed to live with some muggles that possibly wanted nothing to do with the boy.

When the Headmaster and McGonagall had said their goodbyes and apparated away, Severus saw grim determination on Black's face.

"What are you plotting Black?" Severus's eyes narrowed. He knew very well that he would do everything to help Sirius. Former hate was magically disappeared and some kind of common understanding had replaced it in the blink of an eye.

"Mother just died and I just happen to be her only heir. So I have a house... Dumbledore is right – I can't raise him and neither can you. But together we could do just fine. Better than the lot he's going stay with now..."

Sirius picked Harry up and had already taken a step towards his bike, when Severus stopped him. With a firm scowl the dark man took Harry and placed him on the doorstep again.

"If we take him now, we'll lose him in a few hours. And then for forever. Don't you think that if Harry goes missing, the first place Dumbledore's going to look is your house?"

Seeing a new idea cross Sirius' thoughts, he added: „And when he doesn't find Harry there, my place would be next..."

"What do you have in mind then?" Sirius asked desperately.

"He's going to stay here and we'll have to wait for the right moment. I have a few ideas, but I need to do some researching. You can help me and offer me a place to stay."

Sirius nodded and jumped on his bike.

"It's going to work out! It has to! See you at Grimmaulds Place!"

He took off into the skies and Severus smiled for the first time over for what seemed like forever. Then he took a last glance at Harry, thanked Merlin for Dumbledore and his stupid bird and apparated away.

Devy Black