1.1 – Too Young

Somewhere deep in Harry Potter's infant memories, trapped in the Horcrux, he remembers Snape's howling, sobbing wreck of a form.

Somewhere, deep in his memories, he remembers how unfair it all is. He could never mourn his mother. He could never meet her, or his father. He could only join their ghosts at the very end, and then even that was snatched by him. By choice, true, but it was snatched away, never the less.

He can't forgive such a thing and yet he already has. He has no control of it. He can't control Snape's love. But he wishes somehow that had been more than a guilt complex fueling heart, and not because the man saw a person who was no longer around.

Lily is dead, and Harry is alive. And yet all Snape ever sees is a dead body.


A/N: Short drabble collection about grief and love and coping of the Harry Potter characters. i haven't forgotten about puddles, though!