After stepping around the hole in the floor, Severus slid down the wall, beside the woman he loved. "No!" he tried to say, but instead, a small choke escaped his lips. His tears poured down his cheeks, as he looked down at her. He stretched out a shaky hand to feel her face; and though deep down, he knew what he would feel, he did it anyway, wanting to stroke her cheek once more. Sure enough, the cheeks that used to boil warm and red, with a blush, now felt stone cold. Her eyes, too, gazed off into the distance, no longer seeing.
Severus reached over with his other hand, and pulled her limp body to him, in a tight embrace. He rocked with her gently, as the small child, now silent, sat staring at the strange pale man who was hugging his mother. Severus moaned in grief, as he recalled the last thing he had ever said to her, as the man who lay downstairs had tormented him once more. Severus stayed with her for what seemed like several hours, though it couldn't have been too long, for no one had come to find him.
Eventually, he lay her body back down carefully beside the cot. Rising from the dusty floor, Severus walked over to the cot. The child glanced anxiously at the dark stranger before him. Severus lay a hand on the child's back, supporting him as he stood, stretching out his arms to Severus, who, unsure how to pick up the child, decided to place his hand around the child's, rubbing it comfortingly. The child relaxed slightly, and then eventually, the child tilted his head back, smiling a little, revealing a small row of teeth, as he looked closer at the man before him.
Upon first glance, Severus failed to notice anything strange about little Harry Potter's appearance. But then, as Harry's hair fell back too, the small lightning shaped scar above his eye, went unnoticed for not a moment longer. Severus, beginning to understand, stared at the scar for a while, before tracing a finger softly along it. Harry's eyes went with Severus' finger as he watched closely, a little wary of what Severus may do. Severus gave a little smile to Harry, as they looked into each other's eyes. Harry, seeing the dark, cruel eyes many had seen before him and cringed away from. Severus, seeing the eyes he loved so much, and a small tear rolled down his cheek once more.
As the two of them looked at each other, Severus did not hear, at first, the sound of the approaching motorbike outside. But a moment later, he did. Dropping Harry's hand carefully, Severus stepped away from the cot, as Sirius Black landed outside. Severus looked down at the woman on the floor and leaned over to plant a small kiss on her cheek. Inside, pain he had never endured before, seared through him. He wished more than anything that he had not said that unforgivable word back at school, he wished he had not been the one to overhear the prophecy that Sybil delivered to Dumbledore back in the Leaky Cauldron a week ago. But most of all, he wished he could sit beside her, and die, as she had done.
Severus' gaze was taken away from Lily as he heard Sirius approach outside. A small wave of pity flew through Severus as he knew what Sirius would discover a moment later. With a last glimpse at Harry, and a meaningful stare at Lily, Severus disapparated, knowing too well that his presence would not be appreciated by Sirius. Severus had not managed, however, to get away from the house before a scream of anguish echoed through the walls of the house, as Sirius found his friend's body.
Severus vacated the house, to mourn alone, for the woman he had always loved, as Sirius was left in the house, alone, with The Boy Who Lived; the only living member of the Potter family, still alive.