Would you dance if I asked you to dance?

Would you run and never look back?

Would you cry if you saw me cryin'?

And would you save my soul tonight?

Would you tremble if I touched your lips?

Would you laugh? Oh please tell me this

Now would you die for the one you loved?

Hold me in your arms tonight

I can be your hero, baby I can kiss away the pain

I will stand by you forever You can take my breath away

Would you swear that you'll always be mine?

Or would you lie? Would you run and hide?

Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind?

I don't care, you're here tonight

I can be your hero, baby I can kiss away the pain

I will stand by you forever You can take my breath away

Oh, I just want to hold you I just want to hold you,

oh yeah Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind?

Well, I don't care, you're here tonight

I can be your hero, baby

I can kiss away the pain

I will stand by you forever

You can take my breath away

The closest thing he would ever be to sharing her bed was lying there next to her grave. He had placed a lily on the dirt that now covered her body. He didn't cry, he had no tears left. He had not been welcome at her funeral. His fellow death eaters had celebrated her demise rather than mourn her. He couldn't face either of them, her friends couldn't love her enough to justify the tears they had shed, and the dim witted death eaters, couldn't comprehend what a loss she was to the world. And the fact that they had also lost the dark lord that night. ...imbeciles...

As Severus lay there looking up at the stars his mind raced over every moment he had spent with Lily, the good times and the bad. Their short childhood together was the happiest time of his life, right up until the day he called her a mudblood. It was all over then, he remembered it so clearly watching all the love, if he could call it that drain from her eyes, and then reignite when she looked at Potter.

He cursed James for dying first, for not being there to jump in the way, to save Lily; instead he died like a coward before the dark lord. If she had been with him he would have done it, he would have saved her somehow. James didn't love her enough to give his life for her.

He lay there for what seemed like forever, until he heard the foot steps and the voice.

"It won't bring her back Sev, as much as you may want it!" Lucius broke his tentative silence, between an inhale of a cigar, flicking the end onto the plot of land that James lay under, putting out the faint amber light with a forced expulsion of saliva.

"She should never have been killed in the first place." Severus confided his true feelings in very few people, indeed Lucius may have been the only one who truly knew just how deep Severus felt about the red haired woman. Lucius stifled a half laugh.

"The little bitch was like venom for you and you know it, you could never focus around her, she made you weak and pathetic, and you are no use to anyone in that state, get over her and move on, find a nice pureblood witch and fuck her like crazy until all the green eyes and ginger hair in the world are gone from your thoughts then maybe you can put that clever mind of yours into finding a way to bring the dark lord back!"

Severus rose to full height from the dew soaked ground of the grave yard, his wand held firmly in his hand, "I will pretend I did not hear that. But if you ever sully her memory again I will make a widow of Narcissa," Severus began to walk away. "And a very lonely woman of Bellatrix!"

Lucius did not respond, but Severus felt his presence leave with a pop of dissaparation, he could only take so much of Lucius and his smart mouth. He walked into the darkest part of the graveyard, long past broken tombstones of forgotten dead, piled high with the perfume of dead flowers and rotting earth, as his mind wandered he thought of all the lives that would never be the same again after that night, the sheer magnitude of what those three deaths meant. No more Potter, no more Voldemort. The war was over. No more Lily, his life might as well be over. But there was Harry, the boy who would never know his parents, never know the love if his mother. The boy was little more than a baby and already Severus felt a bond with him, yes baby Harry neither of us will know her love.

He sat on an old tree stump in a clearing looking out over a small shallow pool of water, reflecting the moon amidst ripples caused by a lonely old toad. It was then he saw it, only faintly moving in the shadow of the trees, a silver ethereal light. But even in the illuminated shades of grey how knew the red hair, the green eyes. He knew her, and her smile. Her feet danced over the water, her hand found his cheek, and his eyes found hers.

"I love you lily..."

When he opened his eyes again she was gone, where the moon had played with the water in front of him now the orange glow of the rising sun reflected like a mirror of fire. It was time to face the world again. As death eater, spy, murderer, he really didn't know anymore. In losing her he felt as though he had lost the one solid thing he had to hold onto, even if she wasn't his to hold.