AN: This is for the tragedy challenge by
I hope you guys like it! Severus walked down the road, shivering from the cold. It was too chilly not to have a coat, but he wouldn't be out long.
He had heard whispers among the Dark Lord's most faithful, but he had to see for himself if the rumours were true.
He arrived at Godric's Hollow to find their house. The door was open, and all of the lights on. A baby cried.
He strode in, careful not to attract unnecessary attention. He entered the house, and the metallic smell of blood hit his nose almost instantly. There had clearly been some sort of struggle, though by the entranceway you wouldn't be able to tell.
He looked around, and eventually found the nursery. James' body was the first thing he saw, and he stepped over it, feeling very little remorse for the man who'd almost killed him.
His eyes swept the room, finally landing on his deepest fear. He felt the blood drain from his face, and the pounding in his ears drowned out the baby's cries.
His face contorted in aguish as he let loose a terrible scream. He stopped at her body and fell over it, sobbing.
He stayed in that way, until his tears had run out and he was sobbing dryly. The pounding had also faded, and he could again hear the baby's cries.
There was little baby Harry, screaming at the top of his lungs for his mother and father.
Fresh tears stung Snape's eyes, as he realized that his life would greatly resemble his own. He would never know what it was like to have Lily's love.
He took the child in his arms, thankful he hadn't made a mess, and held him. The child ceased to make any sound, and looked up at him, clearly confused.
Severus had very little experience with small children, but from what he had seen, they liked to be bounced and rocked. He stood there awkwardly holding Harry Potter on his hip, swaying back and forth in an effort to keep the baby from crying.
After some time the boy had clearly deemed himself comfortable in this situation, and reached up to grab Severus' hooked nose. He made a face that Harry must have found terribly amusing, because he proceeded to giggle.
"You don't even understand boy. She's not coming back, and she never will. She's gone Harry, mummy's gone." The boy looked up at him with startling green eyes, and cooed at him in a curious way.
"You are so lucky that you won't be able to remember this boy." Harry merely reached for Severus' nose, and once again burst into a fit of giggles. He looked at a clock, and realised word must have spread by now, and to be seen here would not be at all appropriate.
He placed Harry back in his cradle, and turned to leave. As he was about to walk out the door, he heard a sound, that sounded suspiciously like "Buh-Bye." But then again, he was just a baby, and those sounds were commonplace for any infant.
He turned around, and looked at the boy again, noticing his eyes. Remembering how her eyes used to light up at the sight of him. Then, how they used to darken when she saw him with Lucius. He walked over, and hesitantly kissed the child's forehead.
Severus Snape left Godric's hollow minutes before the medi-witches and Daily Prophet arrived. He was never back.
