No Evidence
A/N: So this idea came to mind when I was in the cinema for thr third time watching The Deathly Hallows, and I just couldn't wait to get it onto paper. Well, my laptop :P
Anyway, I do hope you enjoy ;)
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The snow was falling fast and thick. It swirled in mesmirising patterns, that could leave you entranced, watching it for hours on end.
For Severus Snape, this was not the case.
The snow was just a bitter reminder of the cold, and he wished above anything that it would stop.
No, that was wrong. He wished above anything that he was not here. But he could not stop himself. Every single year, he returned here, on three specific days. Christmas Eve was one of those days.
Here he stood, in the darkness not daring to approach yet.
He had watched them arrive, Potter and Granger. He hadn't expected to see them here, but it wasn't a suprise to him, either.
It was only natural for a boy to visit his mothers grave, wasn't it?
For him, it wasn't.
He had never been to his mother's grave. He couldn't bring himself to go. He felt that he was the one to blame for her death.
He should have never left her, not with that monster. But all he cared about then was getting out of the house and as far away from his father as possible.
Maybe if he had stayed, if he had been braver.
He couldn't torment himself with the possibilities.
Maybe one day, he would go.
For now, the grave of the only woman he had ever loved was enough to keep him occupied.
Christmas was a time of loving, wasn't it? He thought it was only fitting that he came to see her then.
She still held his heart, even if she was no longer breathing.
This was the reason he hated Christmas. He had never had any reason to celebrate it, and during his life, he never really had.
This was as close as it came for him; remembering the time he was happiest in his life, when she was in it.
Before he noticed it, the pair had disappeared. He had never really given much thought to them.
Their footsteps were already almost eminiscent, the thick snow hiding any evidence of their presence.
He waited for a few more moments, just to be on the safe side, before he moved forward, pulling the black hood of his cloak low over his face, mainly to shield his identity.
He got to the grave in a matter of seconds, and sighed as he dropped to his knees before it.
Gently he reached out, slowly tracing his cold fingers over the colder engravings in the marble headstone.
Lily Potter.
He sighed at the second name. Prehaps if he had never let that word slip, that horrific word that he would regret using for the rest of his life, that haunted his dreams. Maybe she would still be alive.
He couldn't consider the possibilities. He would only drive himself insane in a way worse than what the Cruciatus Curse could ever do to him.
He didn't realise tears had begun to slide down his face, until he tasted them on his lips. They fell to the snow, leaving no trace of their existance.
He allowed them to fall silently, weeping for several moments, before he wiped them away.
"I'm sorry, Lily. I'm so sorry." He whirpered, trying hard not to choke on his words.
Slowly, he waved his hand, and next to the wreath that must have been left from Harry and Hermione, a single, white lily appeared.
A sudden, searing pain shot up his left forearm. He snapped his hand away from the grave, sighing heavily.
Now, he must go to The Dark Lord, to the man who killed the woman he loved. The only woman he ever loved, and will ever love.
"I love you, Lily. I always will." He whispered softly, giving one last look at her name, before he turned and walked away.
His footsteps soon faded, leaving no evidence that he had ever been there. No evidence of his love for her.
That was how it would remain.
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A/N: I actually cried writing this! I don't generally ship Sev/Lily, but poor Sev :(
Let me know what you think!
Reviews ;)
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