Memory
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Notes: It's after the war.
Word Count: 271 (only actual Drabble)
Memory
Slipping the invisibility cloak off his person, Harry quickly scampered over the the basin which held the precious object he now risked his life for.
Severus Snape's memories. A dead Severus Snape's memories.
Shaking his head of his thoughts, Harry silently prayed to a god he didn't believe in anymore that he wouldn't be found and tried for trespassing on Ministry property.
Hands gripping the side of the porcelain bowl tightly, Harry took a deep breath before plunging in, hoping behind hope that he would get the correct memory.
As if in a dream, things shifted around him and soon Harry was looking at a young, very pretty girl with vibrant fiery hair and emerald eyes, swinging on a ratty swing next to a swallow skinned, hook nosed little boy with greasy hair and deep obsidian eyes which greedily drank in the sight of the girl, Harry unknowingly mirroring the expression on the boy's face.
Severus Snape and Lily Evans.
Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from his mother's laughing form, his eyes tearing up as he reached a hand out to the girl only to wince when it went through her, rippling the memory as if it water.
Choking back a sob, Harry quickly fled before he could look upon another memory of his old potions professor, escaping the room after hastily covering himself with his invisibility cloak.
Laughing emerald eyes and vibrant fiery hair haunted his dreams that night, and Harry couldn't help but envy the dead.
He'd never get to see his mother smile in person.
All he'd ever have were the memorizes of a long dead man.