A/N: I just started writing this story and I wasn't planning on posting it yet, but my best friend insisted that I post at least the prologue, so here it is. I know that it's really short, but it's all I have at the moment. It's also my first fanfic, so I'd appreciate reveiws!
A crack resounded through the air as someone apparated behind me, but I didn't look up. I couldn't peel my eyes away from the horrific scene in front of me. Broken glass, splintered wood, and debris littered the ground, half covering the woman's pale body. Even in death, Lily Evans was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on.
"Severus." Albus Dumbledore said, laying a hand on my shoulder.
"Why her?" I sobbed, "How could this have happened?"
"I think you know the answer to that."
I looked up at him. This was all my fault, and we both knew it. If I had never told the Dark Lord the prophecy, Lily would have survived. She wouldn't be lying here, lifeless and broken. Even though I had begged Albus to protect her, she was still dead. I had failed Lily, but maybe there was still one thing I could save. I stood and faced the headmaster.
"Where is she Albus?" I demanded. "Where is my daughter?"
"Somewhere safe." he replied cryptically.
"Where is Azalea?" I yelled.
Albus didn't answer. He simply smiled at me as he reached down and pulled something loose from the rubble. He silently handed it to me before disapparating. I looked down to see a picture of a beautiful red-haired woman holding a smiling baby girl. It was Lily and Azalea, my love and my daughter. I ran my fingertips over the photograph.
"I will find you Azalea. I promise."