Lily's Son

Summary: AU. Harry was only six months old when his parents were killed. He was not taken in by the Dursleys, but by Severus Snape. Will Snape hate the boy that caused the death of his love? Or will he protect the boy with his every and final breath?

Prologue:

Snape sat in the Headmaster's office, sobbing. After a moment or two, Snape raised his face, and he looked like a man who had lived a hundred years of misery.

"I thought . . . you were going . . . to keep her . . . safe . . ." He choked out.

Dumbledore stood across the desk from him, staring down at the broken man with sorrowful eyes.

"Her son lives. He has her eyes, precisely her eyes." Dumbledore said.

"DON'T!" bellowed Snape. "Gone . . . dead . . ."

"You know how and why she died. Make sure it was not in vain. Help me protect Lily's son." Dumbledore answered.

"What must I do?" Snape questioned.

…..

Severus Snape's POV:

I stood before the ruined house, searching myself for the confidence to enter. A child's cry alerted my to my goal once more. Wrapping my cloak tighter around myself, I shoved through the gate and into the house.

I stopped once more when I came across the body of James Potter. I tried to muster up some hate for my old tormenter, for the man whom I had lost my one and only love to. The only thing I could find was a small twinge of sorrow towards another loss of life in this cursed war. I reached down and pocketed his wand for Dumbledore. I continued up the stairs, dreading what I would find.

As I entered the room a cry escaped my lips. Lily lay on the carpet, in the center of the room. Her wand was half- drawn, her hair framed her pale face, devoid of any life. Her eyes were open, staring towards the crib. I knelt beside her and pulled her into my arms. I let the silent tears fall as I rocked her, remembering our time together as children. After a few minutes of grief I carefully closed her eyes and lay her down once more. I then stood and moved toward the crib.

A small child, barely six months old, was lying within. He had a mess of black hair, a lighting- shaped scar, and brilliant emerald eyes. His mother's eyes. The babe ceased his crying when his gaze fell on me. He reached up and I pulled him into my arms. His hand wrapped around my thumbs as I subconsciously began rocking him. He cooed, eyes drifting closed as sleep overtook him.

I stood for a few more minutes, making sure he was indeed asleep before I cast one last glance at Lily and apparated to my home on Spinners End.

I sat in the old armchair, still rocking the sleeping boy. His face was one of peace as his hand wrapped tighter around my thumb. He looked so much like his father. Same face, same hair. Aside from his eyes he was the spitting image of James. I drifted off, thinking of how I would raise this boy.

AN: So, that's only the first of many chapters to come. I hope you enjoyed it. I got the idea for the story from a piece of fan art on Pinterest where Severus was holding a baby Harry with the ghost of Lily telling him to look after her son. I'll try to post the next chapter later today or sometime tomorrow. Please leave a review if you liked it.