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WARNING this is going to be a sad chapter so if you're the sentimental type I suggest you grab a hanky cause you just might start crying.

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Chapter 5

It had been three weeks since Severus found out that his son had died. He hadn't spoken a word to any one since that dreadful day. He secluded himself in his quarters. He never left his room. He never ate. He wasn't planning on ever leaving except to go to major feasts and for classes. As it was there was only a week left before the students arrived.

This is where we find our dear headmaster today. He was going to check on Severus. He knocked on the large wooden door that was to the right of the Slytherin dormitories. Severus was to be the head of house for the Slytherins because he was the only person currently on staff that was a member from said house.

There was no answer from behind the door. So he knocked again still, no answer. After knocking three more times, he decided that Severus was in one of his moods, And just walked in to the rooms without even a second thought.

Albus walked around the flat trying to find his new potions master. As he called out his name he heard a quiet sob from the door to the left of the master bedroom. He walked over to the room and slowly opened the door. What he found was a sight that he would never forget. Severus Snape was sitting on the floor of a nursery crying. For the first time in his life Albus felt remorse for what he had done. He had thought that Severus would put up a face and show no emotions like he had all his life. He hadn't even seen him cry when his little sister died when he was in fourth year. She was a first year doing something stupid with her friends. She had gone into the forbidden forest and was killed when she came upon a couple of death eater recruiters that were trying to convince the stupid thugs Crabb and Goyle to join the dark lord. The other first years were just shaken but Sylvia wasn't so lucky. She was killed by the killing curse. From what it appeared she had been a demonstration of the power that the dark arts held. That night Voldemort got five new members. It was horrible on many levels. Severus wasn't told that Death Eaters killed her, just that she was dead and that he was alone. He had lost his parents in his first year, and had gone to live with his godparents the Malfoy's. But in all those years he had never seen the man cry.

"Just go away Albus," Severus cried, "Just leave me be."

"This is stupid Severus I know you're in pain, but I think you need to get out of this flat. You need fresh air. You have to eat. Look at you; I know that you've been starving yourself. You." Albus stopped; he had succeeded in make the man feel worse. He could see it on his face.

Albus sat in the rocking chair that was positioned next to the crib in the corner. He sat there watching and waiting for Severus to speak. He sat there for thirty-five minuets, until finally the wails of agony ebbed down to quiet sobs, and Severus spoke, "Where is the grave?"

"Pardon?"

"Where is Raven's grave? I want to see it." Severus voice was cracking. He had probably spent the past half-hour try to gather up the courage to ask this question, and now he was slowly breaking down.

"Why do you want to see his grave Severus? It will only make you feel worse."

"I never got the chance to see my son. I at least want the chance to see his grave. Where is it Albus? Where is my son's grave?" Severus was crying again.

Albus could see that he had to show him the grave. He knew that if he did he would lose Severus for good. He had no choice though

"Alright Severus. I'll tell you where it is. Do you know where the Founders cemetery is?"

Severus nodded, looking slightly hopeful.

"Well in the very back left hand corner of the graveyard there is a small grave that is freshly dug. That is it. The headstone has your family crest on the top and Sirius family crest on the bottom. There is room for an inscription if you'd like to write something. Just be sure to get back here before it rains or night fall whichever comes first." Albus watched as Severus got up. He was very upset about the fact that that he had to tell Severus where the grave was. Now that he knew he probably would spend all of his spare time next to the grave and the school would have a head of Slytherin who did absolutely nothing but teach his classes.

Severus walked out of the nursery and into his room. Albus walked out in to the living room. He had been hoping that he could discuss his duties once again before the start of school. When Severus walked out of his bedroom, he was dressed in a long black robe that billowed as he walked. He quickly walked out of the flat with the headmaster at his heels. Albus was desperately trying to talk to the new potions master but the man was ignoring him. Eventually Severus lost Dumbledore in a secret passage way.

Once the doors to the entrance hall were closed Severus slowed to a easier pace he walked through the west gardens on his way to the graveyard. All the while talking to himself.

"How did this happen? How did I loose my child? If there was something wrong with him I would have known, wouldn't I?"

He walked farther and farther when something caught his eye. A pink rose in full bloom. They were most defiantly out of place in the garden. If he had to guess he would say it was a wild rose bush. But something about this rose called to him. He walked over to it, pulled out his pocketknife and cut the stem. It was a perfect rose. Every petal seemed to flow in to the next, not even one petal was missing. It was beautiful, just as his son would have been.

After he picked the rose he quickly made his way to the far edge of the lake. The walk from the dungeons to the small cemetery took about thirty minuets to get to the far edge of the lake but to Severus this was a trip he was going to be taking quite often, and he felt that the long walks were going to be well worth it.

Severus took a deep breath as he stepped in to small graveyard. The entire walk he hadn't thought of anything but what it was supposed to be like and what could have happed in his life if his son had lived. But now he was faced with the cold reality of the real world. Some where in this cemetery he knew his son was buried. He walked to the far left hand corner of the yard and he saw it. He saw his son's grave. Freshly dug earth in the shape of a small infant rectangle sat in front of a small headstone.

Ravenus Orion Snape-Black
Born and Died August 5 1980

The sight of the name of his son's name on the head stone was the thing that tipped the scale. He could no longer pretend that his son was going to be given back to him with an apology for the mistake. The fact was his son was dead he wasn't going to get him back.

Severus broke down and cried right there. He cried for everything that would never be. He cried for the loss of Sirius, and his son. He cried out of jealousy of the Potter's getting to have their perfect little family while he lost his son. He cried out of anger at himself for not being able to give Sirius the family that he wanted. But now it was too late he couldn't save his family. He couldn't be with Sirius. He couldn't hold his son.

Severus picked up the rose that had taken from the gardens, placed on his sons grave and very quietly muttered a spell. The rose started to grow. It grew roots, leaves, and it started to bud.

"See this rose bush Raven, it will never die. And it will always be in bloom for you baby. It will never die."

He was on the verge of tears, but he had to do one thing before he cracked. He muttered on more spell and watched and the headstone slowly engraved its self as he spoke the words. "You will never die, you'll just be gone for a while"

Bit of a cliffy, but don't you love dramatic irony : )

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