Wednesday October 14th 1981

It's like I'm worshipping someone who I don't even care about. I don't even know why I joined him in the first place, Severus Snape thought to himself. I can't fathom why someone would want to join him without knowing what they are getting into. I didn't realize that I'd be forced into torturing every single Muggle I saw. I wish I had.

He slammed down the bottle of Firewhiskey on the countertop of his kitchen. These days he spent a lot of time in the room where one was supposed to cook, contemplating life. He often imagined what life would be like if it had turned out the way he had hoped. He'd have a wife with gorgeous auburn hair. Six months pregnant with a beautiful baby girl on the way.

One word and one interest had ruined it all!

For if he hadn't been interested in the Death Eaters, Lily would have grown to love him romantically, even though he wasn't the paragon of attractiveness. If he hadn't thought about Muggleborn witches and wizards the way he did at the time, he would have a wonderful spouse today. If only I hadn't lashed out in anger. One word, one insult, one miscommunication had ruined it all for him.

And here he was, back in the dark. The dark was "home" to him. The sheer blackness always welcomed Severus with open arms, no matter what. It was almost as if they were close friends.

Severus took another sip of his Firewhiskey, hoping tomorrow would be a better day. But it wouldn't be. It would never be better. "So what's up; anything new?" Severus tipsily asked the darkness.

A voice appeared to say to him, "Your allegiance to the Dark Lord is doubtful. Why don't you commit yourself faithfully to him. I'm looking out for you as a friend—if you don't listen, you could suffer death from Voldemort himself. And if I know, then trust me, he knows. So take my word on this matter and devote your heart completely to the cause."

And then, everything was silent.

Saturday October 17th 1981

James Potter couldn't think why Harry wouldn't stop crying. His child was clean, fed, and there was nothing wrong with Harry, yet the tears wouldn't stop streaming down his face.

James himself was completely exhausted and at his wit's end. For the past week Harry had been misbehaving exactly like this, even though there was nothing physically wrong with him. James was already under enough stress with the Dark Lord on his family's trail.

Too bad Lily wasn't here to help. She was out with Remus on a mission for the Order of the Phoenix. Lily would know what to do. She always knew what to do. James was a terrible father. Sure he could make Harry laugh with his funny voice impressions, but when it came down to the actual parenting, James was horrible at it.

One thing that he thought that Lily did was rock Harry. In fact, he had seen her do it on several occasions, and it had always done the trick. It was almost a surefire way for Harry to fall asleep.

James did the same thing that Lily would do; he began to rock Harry gently. The cries softened until they eventually subsided and the eyes of the toddler had closed. The man carried the child to the crib where he laid him to rest.

James headed to his own bed, barely noticing how empty it was without his wife. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he began to have strange dreams.

James was walking alone on a dark street, with loose stones underneath his feet. Every now and then, there would be a streetlight that would illuminate the path in front of him, providing temporary relief. For some strange reason, he felt uneasy about the whole situation.

Behind him there was a crack. James looked and saw a face covered in a silver mask. The person walked towards him, with a strange gait and rasped, "I know who you are; you're the Auror James Potter".

"So what?" James questioned.

"It'd be great to have you join our cause. Our Lord is looking for more supporters and it'd be great to have another Death Eater in the Ministry, especially in the Auror department. Then we can corrupt the Ministry."

"No way in Hell," James yelled, looking at the man. He would never join Voldemort. He would rather die.

"Fine, your loss. Don't be surprised to see your family die though."

James Potter woke up, panting. Looking around the room, he was unsurprised to find that Lily still wasn't home. Yet he half expected Harry to be crying, signalling a Death Eater attack on his home and family, but he reassured himself that Peter would keep his secret to the grave. The four friends had been together for years now, almost half their lives.

There was nothing more to think about and James found himself slipping into a pool of pleasant silence.

Monday October 25th 1981

The only reason he actually attended the Death Eater meetings was so the Dark Lord wouldn't track him down and kill him. He was too important to the Order of the Phoenix to die.

Lucius Malfoy stood next to Severus Snape, a smirk on his pale face. He smirked, "Last night, I, Bellatrix and Rodolphus killed a whole muggle family. You should have heard the screams of the daughter. Looked an awful like your red-haired whore. Couldn't resist." but Severus couldn't stand to hear anymore. He was sickened by these people.

But he had decided to join them in the first place, so it was all his fault. All of them had a unanimous belief that all muggles and mudbloods— no Muggleborns should cease to exist.

The only muggle, Severus thought to himself, that should cease to exist is Tobias Snape. And maybe Petunia Evans. He shuddered at the thought of his father and all that Tobias did to him.

More Death Eaters arrived at the room, each of them wearing a similar smile on their faces- behind the mask of course. The only way Severus recognized Lucius was by the familiar blonde wore his hair.

All the Death Eaters seemed to be mindless sheep that followed the shepherd; or in this case, Voldemort. They didn't bother to think of why Muggleborns and Muggles were important to wizarding society.

Even now Voldemort was rambling on about his ideal world. It wasn't like any of the Death Eaters were even listening. They automatically assumed that whatever Voldemort was talking about was the Word and Gospel. And they had to follow it.

Voldemort locked eyes with Severus whose eyes were wandering around the room. Unfortunately he realized that the Potions Master wasn't paying attention. "Crucio," he rasped.

Severus fell to the floor writhing in wordless agony. And once his screams faded, the only thing he could hear was silence.

Saturday October 31st 1981

He had killed her husband.

Lily Potter didn't know how to react. Her husband had stopped fighting and she didn't know how to react. She leaned up against the wall, tears steadily dripping down her face and she tried to catch her breath. Despite not caring for him much at all during her school days, she had begun to like the man, and had fallen in love.

She heard the laugh of Voldemort and internally cowered and ran upstairs to where her son was peacefully sleeping.

She entered the nursery where she pushed the rocking chair up against the doorway, hoping that would buy her some time. Her death was imminent. She knew she should never have trusted that rat! Peter had gone off and broadcasted her location like it was muggle news!

Lily couldn't imagine why someone would want to join someone like Voldemort. He was a truly evil man!

Yet she couldn't help but wonder if the reason that Voldemort was so powerful was because he had so many followers. Chances are, if he only had a few, his cause would have died out so much quicker, Lily thought to herself.

Once she finished "boarding" up the room, her maternal instincts told her to swaddle Harry in love and comfort, so she picked him up and the toddler began crying. "It's okay Harry, Mommy's here," she whispered, hoping to soothe the child, while trying to soothe herself. Her tears were like a free-falling rain-storm.

This worked and Harry quit fussing. Lily kissed him on the forehead. A banging on the door followed and Lily quickly placed him in his cot. Lily didn't dare open the door, but this soon proved to be pointless as Voldemort blew the door off of the hinges.

"Step aside you foolish woman and let me have the baby," Voldemort yelled.

"Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy... Not Harry! Not Harry! Please — I'll do anything!" Lily whimpered.

"Fine. Then we have to do this the hard way."

Lily whispered to her son. "Harry, you are so loved. Mama loves you. Papa loves you. Harry, be safe. Be strong," and kissed him on the cheek, preparing for the end.

Voldemort yelled, a green light illuminating her body, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Lily's life flashed before her eyes:

She was playing with her sister, a game of tag.

Taking piano lessons and learning all of the musical keys. Her personal favourite had been G Major.

A boy, with long black hair that she had just met told her about magic.

Dumbledore writing a letter to Petunia and telling her politely that she couldn't go to Hogwarts.

James Potter and Sirius Black on the Hogwarts Express, insulting Severus Snape.

A hat had been placed on her head and after waiting forever, had shouted out 'Gryffindor'.

The time Severus revealed to her that he had been maliciously pranked by the Marauders.

When she had been called a Mudblood and the confrontation afterwards.

Being surprised at being made Head-Girl.

Getting married and finding out she was pregnant, but then learning about the prophecy and being tempted by Voldemort.

The wonderful, yet painful birth of her son.

The time Harry had received his broom and knocked over the terrible vase from Petunia.

And finally...the present moment.

Her body hit the floor and she could faintly hear her baby crying for her. She wanted so badly to reach out and comfort her crying son, but her limbs wouldn't cooperate.

Everything went dark and the last thing she heard was the cackling of Voldemort and a faint song in the key of F Sharp Minor.

But now there was nothing more than silence to be heard.

The whole world laughed and cried at the death of a wickedly evil man. But underneath that was a song, a song that expressed true human emotion, a song that showed passion, one that tugged at the heartstrings. And it was in F Sharp Minor.

Thanks for reading!

Trivia: The prompt I used for this story is in the key of F Sharp Minor which is the title.

Words: 1830

Position: Prefect #2

Category: Short

Prompt: [Song] Disturbed- Sound of Silence

House: Gryffindor