A/N: Well, just another Severus and Lily project. I'm hopelessly obsessed with Sev and I believe 100% that he and Lily should have ended up together, and so I made it happen the only way it ever will-in a fanfiction. :( BUT, hopefully you guys like this and let me know what you think! :D

"Take them...please, take..them.." My voice sounded far away even to me and in a desperate addition to my plea I tried to gesture to my face. I don't know if it worked. I couldn't feel my limbs and it suddenly didn't seem worth the effort to try and feel them. I was dying, I knew that much. I tried to speak again, to tell him to hurry, but before I could make my voice work he was back with a small vial.

I knew then that I could let go and the tears came freely. I just let my anguish loose. I let myself feel all the pain I had been trying to suppress for 16 years. All of the memories of Lily falling away, down my cheek and into the tiny glass vile he held to my face. I tried to breath but the movement got caught in my chest.

He was putting the vial away and I began to panic, because my memories were fading with my vision and I wanted to see her again. To see her vivid green eyes looking up at me. Before I knew what I had planned, I began reaching for the boy with all the strength I had left.

"Look at me.." I managed, as I watched my hand tremble near his face.

He leaned in, looking me in the eyes. "You have…her…eyes…" I choked out, my chest aching with the effort of my dying lungs. There. My Lily was before me again. After all these years of terror and torture, she had finally come back to me. I tried to keep my focus on those eyes but everything was going black. The only thing I could do was let my lids fall shut and keep the image locked tight within. I didn't really notice when it happened. All I saw were those eyes. Bright green, like the lights that garnish a Christmas tree. Bright green, like the curse that had been used to destroy her…

I sat up quickly, gasping at the sudden frightening image of green light that had seared my eyelids only seconds ago. "Lily!" I managed to choke out as I clenched my eyes tight.

"Mummy is downstairs, Daddy. She told me to come wake you up!" A small, light voice spoke from my right, and I froze. What was that? Who was in my bedchamber?

I opened my eyes quickly, to see where the voice had come from, and I nearly shut them again in unconsciousness. How? What was the meaning of this? Lily, as a child, was here before me. I didn't understand. Just moments ago, I had been…dying. No…dead! This was impossible.

While I was busy trying to create an explanation to what was happening, the child climbed up onto the bed I was sitting on and placed a small, stubby hand on each of my knees.

"Daddy? Are you ok?" She asked, butting her small, red head between my two arms that were propped on my legs, supporting my head.

"Daddy?" I asked, not realizing until I heard it that I had spoken out loud.

"Yes! That's you!" She said with excitement in her voice. I looked down at her with confusion and a little fear. Is this hell? Is this my eternal torment for letting Lily die?

I can't think! Nothing makes sense and this child is…wait…her eyes…

Slowly, I moved my hands down and touched the child's cheeks. She's real. Solid. Just like me.

Her eyes…they aren't the green of Lily's. Every aspect of her face is just like Lily's. Even her dark red hair.

"Daddy, wha' are you doin'?" She asked, her words slurring from her cheeks being pushed together.

"Your eyes. .." I answered in a trance like manner. "They're black." This was too much. I had only ever seen eyes like those on one other person.

"Uh-huh! Mummy shays they're jus' like yours." She said, and tried to smile.

I let go suddenly, and her smile spread across her face. Lily's smile. But it wasn't Lily. This child had the hair and nose and chin and smile of the woman I loved, and yet, she had my eyes. Daddy?

Could this possibly be what happens when you die? You wake up in the world you wished you'd lived in? So this was Heaven?

"Come on, Daddy! Mummy is going to get mad if we don't hurry and eat breakfast." The child grabbed my pinky finger in one hand and my pointer in the other and pulled. She obviously wasn't strong enough to actually pull me, but I stood up anyway. This world was real. I was slowly beginning to realize that. The spring in the mattress I moved across. The coolness that met my legs as I moved from the spot I was just at. The hard wood beneath my feet and the faint smell of pancakes and bacon. And the child tugging at my hand.

No. MY child. MY child tugging at my hand.

I tightened my grip around her little hands. One of them pulled away as I stood and she began to pull me, her body slanting diagonally with the effort of it. I began to follow her, my senses on overload. My mind still couldn't keep up with what was happening, but I could at least accept it for the moment. I WANTED to accept the fact that I was alive and that Lily was alive. It was beyond my capacity to think about the gift of a child, but that did not hinder my gratitude towards whatever god that had put her tiny hand in mine.

I could only pray that I didn't mess it up this time.

A/N: So...I DO plan on continueing this. I just can't leave it without him seeing Lily again. :) Hope you liked it! Let me know!