Disclaimer: I own nothing of this great franchise of Star Wars, but the thoughts in my head of what could have been.
One dreary night on Tatooine, the winds were howling, and the freezing temperatures crept into everyone's hearts. It felt darker than usual, and Obi-Wan did not like it one bit. The Force was whispering that danger and hard times were approaching, but nothing would be revealed to him via the Force.
Obi-Wan's Point of View
Ugh! I don't know what to do, the Force is telling me something is not right, but I can't see anything, it's like something is blocking me! Oh Force! You have never done this to me, why in stars are you starting now?
My feet pace around the little quarters at high speeds. The few belongings that I own start to float in the air because of my agitation. The small hut that I fixed up seems stuffy and confining, yet a cold bead of sweat runs down my forehead. I quickly wipe it off, only to find that my hands are clammy and cold as well. I can't decide on what to do. Then suddenly, a strange ripple through the Force startles me out of idle standing.
No! Could it be? Could I have felt the cry of death from Owen and Peru? It was so quick, and sudden, it didn't sound like them. They can't possibly be dead! I saw them but two moons ago. I fought with Owen on the matter of Luke's training. That Owen is so pig-headed and stubborn, nothing could get past him!
But even as I thought it, the Force screams that death is true. Unwilling to acknowledge it without seeing, I rush outside, jump on the speeder, and ride off towards the Lars farm. Horrible thoughts race through my mind, and unwilling to admit it, a sense of dreadful truth suffocates my heart. Not even with the farm and site, the smoke rising fills my nostrils, the burnt smell of the farm not only burns my senses, but my heart as well. The weight of what has happened finally hits me, it all crashes down. My best friend's baby son has just been lost, beautiful Padme's young son is deceased, Darth Vader's son, the galaxy's only hope of redemption, has perished before reaching even the young age of one.
Even with all of my differences with Owen, I should have been here to protect them! The innocent Lars couple, and baby Luke have paid the highest price, death, because of my lack of action. I have failed the lineage of the Skywalkers once again. All I can do is hope to make it slightly better by giving them a proper burial.
Third Person
So as that grieving night went, Obi-Wan, now only to be known as Ben, buries the small family. His only comfort is that they are now one with the Force. The attackers seemed to be Sand People, and with their torches of fire, burned away most of the Farm, leaving but the barest of corpses and rubble behind. Yet, the heat must have been too great for baby Luke, because in his grave made by old Ben, there was nothing, for there was nothing left of baby Luke. But unbeknownst to him, there was something of him. Baby Luke is alive.
