Severus walked down the pathway. It was September, though it felt like December. The wind whistled in the air. Severus walked rather quickly, his mind set on seeing the pair of green eyes shine in the sunlight.

His cloak followed behind him, slightly dragging on the ground. A woman laughed and Severus suddenly stopped. He looked to his left, not breathing.

A woman with brown hair tied into a knot was sitting on the porch steps with a man, laughing.

Severus took a deep breath. He shook his head. There's no reason for you to be so secretive. He told himself. He kept on walking, though his pace was much faster than before.

After a few minutes Severus approached a cobblestone wall covered in ivory. Behind it was a small cottage. It was white with a brown roof, and had green vines that traveled up the house and weaved around windows.

Severus sighed in relief and ran his hand through his greasy hair. The wind blew again and he shivered, but didn't mind it that much. He was here to see Lily, and the cold wouldn't stop him from doing that. So Severus pulled out his wand, his hand comfortably grasping the patterns along the end. He pointed it at himself and took another deep breath.

"Disillusionment," he pronounced clearly. His body seemed to melt into the gray street. He was invisible.

Severus opened the small gate, wincing when it creaked, and walked into the Potter's yard. The grass was a dark shade of green and was starting to get overgrown. A small patch of grass had been covered my dirt and a patch of white flowers were there. Severus allowed a small smile to leave his lips. Lily always loved white flowers, ever since she was a child.

Severus remembered all the hours he'd spent with Lily before they went to Hogwarts. They would talk about nothing, yet that talked about everything. Lily would smile so big that it reached her dark green eyes. Her eyes that would sparkle in the sunlight, and matched her pale face. The same pale face that held her freckles. The freckles that blended with bright red hair. The red hair, that lit up Severus' world.

"Harry! Be careful!" Severus turned to the clear, high-pitched voice. He remembered it as Lily's. "James! If Harry falls I will make you sleep on the couch." Severus followed the voice to the backyard.

The first thing he noticed was a small brown-haired boy flying around on a toy broomstick. Severus scowled. Then he saw her. Sitting on the grass, legs crossed. Her face had aged since she was a kid, but, just like every other time Severus saw her, she was most beautiful. Her hair was down and whipping around with the wind.

Severus smiled, not able to help himself. But his smile quickly disappeared as James walked throughout the Lawn, a stupid smile smeared across his face.

"It's fine Lily. The thing only goes, like, six feet in the air." Severus rolled his eyes. He walked closer to Lily, remembering the warmth in her hands. He got very close, almost touching her back. How easy it would have been to take her now, to kill James and take Lily. But Severus didn't. Every time he came he always considered taking her, but never bringing himself to do it.

She chose James over him. She didn't like him. Yet he was willing to die for her. Odd, how it works out like that.

"James, it's very cold out. Would you get Harry? I don't want him getting a cold," Lily said as she clutched her arms. Severus watched with wide eyes as Lily trembled in cold. He fell silently to his knees, a gasped. Here he was, helpless, as Lily was cold. It tortured him to see Lily unhappy.

"Of course, dear... HARRY! HARRY COME DOWN!" Lily got up and went over to James. She picked up Harry, once he landed, and the three of them went inside the cottage.

Severus slowly got up from where he was kneeling and brushed dirt of his pants. Lily came into view in the window and Severus saw her blush on her pale cheeks. His heart stopped. Beautiful.

But she didn't come back into view, and Severus apparated with a loud crack.

He appeared in the alleyway between two brick buildings. He walked down the alleyway, his shoes making loud clanking noises. After many turns, Severus came to the door of his house. It was made with gray brick, just like every other house, except it had Snape written the door matt.

Severus walked in the house and sat down in the sofa. He leaned over and put his head in his hands. Why, why do you have to love her? He asked himself. He pulled out his wand again and flicked it slightly, and the fireplace lit up.

Severus went into the kitchen and started to make tea. Though, this task only kept his hands busy and not his mind. After a few minutes Severus threw the cup across the room.

"JUST TAKE MY LIFE!" He yelled. He looked down at the broken China on the floor. He fell to his knees and began to pick it up, completely forgetting that he could have done it with a flick of his wand.

"Severus, I need you," an old voice said. Severus turned quickly around, wand in hand. But, instead of an intruder, he saw a blue glowing ball in the shape of a phonix. "I'm in the headmasters room. Come quickly." The phonix flew around for a moment and eventually went through the wall and out the house.

Severus sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked up and saw that a mirror was infront of him. A black haired man with black eyes was looking back at him. When did I get so old? He asked himself as he looked at his wrinkles.

He shook his head and walked back to the den. He straightened his cloak and rubbed his eyes.

"Here we go again," he murmured, and apparated, once again.