"The P...Potters?" Severus asked, an anxious feeling slowly rising through him, "Yes. The meddlesome father, his mudblood wife and the troublesome child," Lucius replied, looking cheerful. Severus bit his lip, to stop him telling Lucius not to call her a mudblood. He had stopped himself just in time, for that was sure to raise some eyebrows. Instead, Severus turned a broke free of Lucius' weak grasp. He walked out of the room and back down the path, barely aware of his surroundings. Once he walked through the gates, Severus disapparated.
He stood, his eyes transfixed on the top window, which appeared to be radiating a strange glow, from within. It never crossed Severus' mind what he would do if James was okay, and he wanted to know why Severus was here, checking on his wife. Of course, that was unlikely as Severus could see the house, therefore meaning the Fidellius charm had broken. It didn't, however, even occur to Severus that the Dark Lord may still be inside the building.
Severus walked anxiously up the broken path, to the front door. There was a small gap in the doorway. Hesitantly, Severus reached out to push open the door further; it had barely opened halfway when, 'Bang!' The door hit something, stopping it from opening any more. Severus peered his head around the door, his heart pounding at what he might find. There, on the floor, lay the body of James Potter, his empty eyes staring up at the ceiling. Severus wasn't sure how to feel, for he had never liked James; much less, in fact, when he had married Lily.
Severus turned his gaze away from James as he walked into the house properly. His gaze swept the living room. Over in the corner, on the ceiling, was a huge tear. Severus was able to see a little into the bedroom above. Hastily, Severus made his way over to the stairs. He cast one anxious look over his shoulder at James' body, before making his way up the damaged stairs.
Severus quickly passed by the door he assumed led to the bathroom – it was painted a baby blue colour, with dolphins and hand prints of various sizes scattered across it – and walked down to the door at the bottom of the hallway. A huge crack split the door through the centre. Severus peered through closely, unable to see much, other than the living room downstairs, through the huge hole in the floor. He reached out to turn the handle, and gasped, pulling his hand back. The handle felt extremely hot, as though the room on the other side was on fire, which Severus knew it wasn't.
After muttering a quick spell, Severus pushed his wand back into his pocket, and opened the door wide. In the room, lay an undamaged cot. Inside the cot, sat a confused little child, whose bottom lip trembled as he gazed at Severus. The child began to cry, but Severus didn't hear, as he stood, halted in the doorway. The child's cry hadn't been the thing to stop him, it had been the body that lay on the floor beside the cot; The body of Lily.