Snape never thought he’d get here. Clutching Lily’s body in his arms, thunder flashing through the window of the room, glass shattered on the floor.

He was practically shaking, tears down his face. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t save Lily, no matter the pleading or begging he’d asked for.

Until the rustling in the hallway was evident, his senses heightened. It was like all strength he had was gone, however, so he sat, as a toddler, maybe 2 or 3, walked into the door.

Ginger hair, green eyes, pale skin and freckles. The child was practically Lily’s clone, standing right in front of him.