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Severus Snape a man with greasy black hair and sallow skin stands outside a broken down building. It's an old home with one gaping hole in the left side. The man had tears ringing his sunken eyes. He walked inside the building, a pit grew ever deeper in his stomach. He got to the top of the stairs and a man with tan skin, big glasses and dark hair was lying on the stairs. A pang ran through Severus’s body. Everything about this hurt, he had known this man once, it had been an unpleasant meeting but it was still a shock to see that young jovial man with all the life sucked out of him. He finished his way up the stairs when he came upon the sight he had been dreading, the dead body of Lily Potter, the only person he had ever truly loved in his lifetime was dead on the floor, looking like an unceremoniously dropped rag doll. Severus Snape, a usually composed man fell to the ground, a wave of grief running through him.He fell apart the way only Lily could make him do.Tears streamed out of his eyes, snot dripped off his nose. Everything he had been feeling bubbled to the surface. Every scary thought he had about the war and seeing good and bad people alike die. Every spell he shouldn’t have cast, every mind invasion by the leaders of either side. The cold dark loneliness and the hot burning love all collided in his head. He looked at the baby in the crib. It was silent and staring had it been crying earlier? Had he not noticed? The little Potter sat with a new scar tracing down his face. Severus heard the roar of an engine in front of the house he stood up and jumped out the back window. Once he was outside the house he made his way pushing his cloak above his head until he got to the street and turned on the spot.
Back in the house, the baby Potter started to cry again. Quietly as another wild-eyed dark haired man came in, this one yelled and cursed kicking the wall and picking up the baby. This man carried the baby out into the street holding him tight to his chest. Another man, this time a large man came down in front of the house and pried the now screaming baby from the smaller man's arms. The younger man stood there waving his arms and yelling.
“That rat I can’t even!!!!”
“Mr Black need to borrow your bike. I'm taking Harry to Dumbledore.”
“Okay okay” Mr Black jumped back and forth on his feet looking everywhere but at the little baby in the large man's arms. “I have to go” the man ran a few paces forward and turned on the spot disappearing. The large man carried the baby and got on the bike and sped into the sky carrying the little bundle of baby Potter