I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I would write more Harry Potter books!

A lot of you who reviewed said I should continue this, so I'll take a crack at it. This chapter is a bit short, but I hope it is just as enjoyable as the last chapter.

Severus was in the Apothecary, shopping for potions ingredients. Dumbledore has asked him to brew a complicated potion that he had never tried before, and he was a bit nervous about how it would come out. Severus reached for a jar of dried calendula blossoms on a shelf, grumbling under his breath about the price, and wasn't paying attention to where he was walking.

He bumped into someone and knocked her over.

"I'm sorry," Severus said, still not really paying attention, but still thinking about expensive potions ingredients, and held out his hand to help the person up. The woman grabbed his hand, and said, "That's okay, I feel like in my own little world sometimes too..." she suddenly stopped speaking, and Severus looked closely at her and recognized her.

It was Lily.

Several moments passed, and it was like a bubble had encased the two, they didn't notice anyone else, and it seemed like everything had gone very silent, and Severus and Lily still grasping hands. Severus was very aware of Lily's soft hand inside his, the pulsing warm coming from it. Then Lily's hand twitched and she pulled it away as though she were burned and glared at him.

"After what you did, how can you live with yourself," Lily hissed. "You should kill yourself."

Severus stared at her, guilt squeezing his heart like a cold hand.

Lily raised her wand and Severus knew she was going to curse him. He would stand and take it, he deserved it, maybe it would ease some of her pain.

But the store owner had noticed by then, and stood in front of Lily, telling her that he did not allow duels in his shop and asked her to lower the wand. When Lily didn't respond, the owner tried to grab Lily's wand from her, lest she destroy any any of the more expensive potions ingredients with her spell. She tried to fight him off, but then she suddenly broke down, falling to the ground, sobbing into her hands.

Severus stood and watched Lily, wanting so badly to comfort her, but knew he would make it worse. He wanted to hold her, wipe her tears, tell her it was going to be okay, but instead, he walked out of the Apothecary, leaving Lily almost drowning in her own misery.

When Severus got back home, he plopped miserably on the dirty old couch and stared at the ceiling.

He never thought he would see Lily again after that night when he told her about the Prophecy. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a picture. It was the

one of him and Lily that he had taken from her purse.

Severus stared at the red haired girl's happy face and compared it with the older, sobbing Lily. It was his fault that she was like this!

He grabbed a book that was resting on the coffee table and threw it angrily across the room, where it smashed into a vase and sent it crashing to the floor, tiny bits of glass skidding every which way.

That made some of his anger at himself ebb away, so for the next hour, he set about throwing and destroying everything in his reach.

When Severus was finished, the living room looked like a tornado hit it, and he was breathing heavily, exhausted.

He looked at the picture again, and felt his own eyes burning with tears. He pounded his forehead against the wall, and savored the pain in his head; he deserved it, he should be crucioed a thousand times. He should be thrown in a frigid ocean where sharks were waiting to devour his body, tear him limb from limb, or be subjected to the Dementor's Kiss because everything was his fault.

Severus laid down on the old carpet, bare in some spots, and stared at Lily's picture, the girl that was giggling and holding his hand. He fell asleep there on the floor, holding the picture, guilt tearing his insides open and devouring them, a guilt so intense it was painful. He dreamed of him and Lily walking in the forest. They were children, but then they were suddenly adults, and Lily turned her wand on him, an accusing expression on her face, tears dripping from her nose, screaming, "You killed them! YOU killed them!"

Lily heard Severus leave the store, but she continued sobbing, she couldn't stop. As soon as she recognized Severus' face, perhaps a little thinner and more tired looking then the last time she saw him, she was reminded instantly of James and Harry, and before she could curse that hateful man, the shop owner had tried to take her wand, and she just broke.

Customers were surrounding her, asking her what was wrong, offering soothing words of comfort, but she could not stop crying. Lily suddenly jumped to her feet, pushing the other customers out of the way, and fled from the shop.

Lily went back home, to her and James' and Harry's house and ran upstairs to her room, and grabbed one of James' shirts from the closet; she had left all of James' and Harry's things where they were and little Harry's room, which she hardly entered, was slowly collecting a layer of dust.

She pressed the shirt to her face and sobbed into it. She could almost smell James' cologne on it, hear his voice, see his eyes. Lily fell onto the bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it, pretending it was James. She cried herself to sleep that night, and dreamed of James and Harry and her in the living room, playing, when the front door burst open and instead of Voldemort, it was Severus standing there, wand raised and pointed at Harry and James, shouting that terrible unforgivable curse.

Was it good? I personally liked the first chapter better, but, I think this one was ok.

Please send me ideas, because I don't know where to go next with this, as I was writing it as a oneshot.

But if you give me ideas, I can continue! So review and leave suggestions!

Many Thanks :)