The shattered tears from a tiny soul strolled down. The small child's attention was now on the darkened figure that entered the room moments before. Loud sobs pierced the unsettling night. A deep wail of sorrow coarsed through the blasted house. The still walls bowed in depression as a finger traced over a woman's cheek. Such a beauty…tragically fallen to the welcoming embrace of fate. Midnight black hair was all the baby in the crib could see. A long cloak swept back and forth with the rocking motion the figure made. Was it a minute or a century that went by before the broken man turned around? It is quite impossible to comprehend. Seeing the face of someone that was physically alive was the only thing close to comfort for the little one. A wee hand reached ahead as far as it would go, the short fingers shaking. Tilting his head slightly Severus stared at him unable to explain what was crossing his troubled mind. Another tear threatened to fall as he too outstretched his arm. The hand met the rough finger. A bond of cold and strangled warmth. Unable to take the magestic green eyes, Severus gently released his grip and disappeared. Vanishing into the night of his heartbreak. Unseen and unwanted by any.