Snape found himself at her grave well before dark. He smiled as he beheld the small lake. She loved beaches, she had told him so. Snape himself had never seen the ocean. It was his secret wish to go there some day with her.

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue. I could not foresee this thing happening to you.

*Why not me? Because Voldemort has a special plan for my suffering. Soon, it will all end. Potter will be dead, I will graduate, and I will be out on my own. By myself. I never want to think about another human being so long as I live.*

The day seemed to be growing cooler. Snape looked over at the sun settling into the horizon.

If I look hard enough into the setting sun, my love will laugh with me until the morning comes.

He could let himself have these delusions no longer. Soon, he felt hatred rising in him. *I will never see her again.* "To hell with this world. I hate it all. I wanted to see it painted black, black as night, black as coal. I wanna see the sun blotted out form the sky!" He was screaming at the heavens.

The earth then began to quake violently. The sun vanished as if it were the flame of a candle being snuffed out.

*It's beginning.* Severus felt the first bit of happiness to come over him in a long time. He drew on his cloak as Potter crept towards the grave, holding his son. He knelt before the grave and stood the boy beside him.

Voldemort appeared suddenly behind the pair. "Ah, the Potter family, reunited for all eternity."

Quickly, Potter spun around and reached for his wand. It was a vain attempt, for Voldemort had already screeched "Expelliarmus!" and shoved past him. He eagerly approached the baby that was now staring up at him curiously. "They say that an infant's blood extends the life of a dark wizard for centuries." The baby began slowly backing away from Voldemort. With little effort, he placed a full body bond on the child to prevent his escape. He closed his eyes and began muttering the Avada Kedavra curse, but as he reached for his wand, Potter came to. Voldemort aimed for the child and Potter dove in front of his son and simultaneously a spirit sprung from the grave and stood before her child. The curse killed Potter, went through the spirit, and bounced off the child. The Avada Kedavra curse ricoched back to Voldemort, who screamed and cursed and finally shriveled into nothing.

Snape stared in astonishment. He walked over to what was left of his master. Voices seemed to be coming form far off. "Is that you, Lord Voldemort?" He was searching in all directions for the source of the voice. He saw only Dumbledore, Professor MacGonogall, and Hagrid all running towards the scene. Snape disappeared behind his cloak.

They reached the grave in shock. "My goodness!" MacGonogall exclaimed. "Albus, how could you have known?"

"If I had known, Minerva, I would have been here to prevent this tragedy. I only had a hunch."

Hagrid was examining the pile of robes. "These're quite strange, sir. Maybe yeh shoul give 'em a look."

"No need, Hagrid, they belong to Voldemort."

McGonogall was picking up the baby. "Maybe we should return him to the girl's parents." She handed him to Dumbledore, who recited the body bond countercurse.

"I'm afraid the Dark Lord visited them before he came here," he sighed."

"I believe she has an older sister who lives just outside of London," Macgonogall said.

"Let us go, then. It won't be long before the Death Eaters arrive to mourn." They all left at that.

Snape crept out from his hiding place. "This is for you, Lily." He dropped a black rose onto her grave. Knowing not what else to say, he too departed from the cemetery.