She gave him that stupid, loving smile of her's and then she was gone.
She died before his very eyes and there was no way to stop it.
He looked at her; she looked so much like her mother. Her mother. She had died for the same reason. Two women, the only ones he has ever truly loved, mother and daughter, they would have looked almost like twins at their time of deaths, died by the same man for the same reason, to save the boy who lived.
It felt like acid building in his stomach just thinking of him.
She shouldn't have even been here. The memories flashed before his eyes. When he had found her mother lying beside the crib. Tear-stained face but with a determined look on her face. The first moment he met his daughter, still unknowing of her existence. The moment he and her were told, the shock on her face. Her mother having given birth to her then stole her away to the other world. He had to keep her a secret, he couldn't risk her dying.
Finally his heart and his will broke.
The crowd beginning to form around the dead girl was merely a blur to the grief-stricken man. He crumpled to the ground, crying. The façade he had used from the time her mother died was gone. Now he was merely a father that had lost a daughter.
He couldn't shake the pain that overflowed. All the emotion he had kept inside this whole time burst and invaded every wound he has received. Anger, frustration, lust, hope, despair, love. All flowed from the now broken man.
It's not fair.
"It's not fair!" he screamed towards the sky.
Why him? Everything he has done wrong, he has tried to put back to right but in turn has caused more turmoil and heartache.
He looked at the limp body in his arms, he doesn't even remember picking her up, and realizes that she was the last of his family. His mother and father were long since dead, not that he realized, they were hardly there for him anyway.
She was all he had had left. Now she is gone.
Now she is gone.
The image of the man with his dead daughter would haunt the crowd surrounding forever. This man had tortured them for as long as they could remember. He had never shown any other emotion but anger/frustration, now they see him crying. CRYING. He went from a professor far above them, almost a God, to just a man. A man who was broken beyond repair. He was now down to their level. They who had also lost loved ones in this war. The crowd began to slowly move away, allowing Professor Snape one last moment with his dear departed daughter.