A Short Story of Lily and Snape - Part III

A Story by Scandalous

The Final Part

Part Three

*Two Months Later*

*Six Months Pregnant*

Lily was showing quite much now a days. Her normal robes were exchanged for a larger size and she seemed to be in an endless amount of pain. Though only three more months awaited us until the birth of our child. So we thought….

Lily and I were sitting alone in the great hall. Professor Helena was joining us in an arousing conversation on the best muggle ways to raise a child until we were legally able to use magic. I could feel Lily shifting, a look of discomfort on her small face.

“Lily, darling what is the matter?” Concern laced my voice.

“Nothing Severus. I - I think the baby is on his way…” She spoke with such calmness that it seemed as if she was in a state of shock.

“But Lily you’re only six months along! That can’t be possible!”

Though nobody heard me. Professor was escorting Lily off to the hospital wing. I had to run to catch up. When I finally did, the look of fear on Lily’s face terrified me. I gripped her other hand, pushing hair out of her face and supporting her on my boney frame.

“Lily, everything will be okay. I know it will. Everything will work out fine.” I had trouble believing my own words of reassurance as we settled her into the bed.

I quickly threw on the scrub robes provided. Lily was panting, hair in her eyes and sweat beading her forehead. Grasping her hand, I held on, whispering words of comfort through a long and complicated delivery. Lily was persuaded every time to raise herself up, push harder, and repeat. She was in tears, her mouth in a strained expression. Her eyes cold and dark.

Delivery seemed to have taken hours. Though soon Lily was holding baby Amber in her arms. Lily had taken quite a physical strain, though Amber was much, much, worse. She was less then four and ½ lbs. Only around 15 inches long and so tiny I could fit her in my hand.

“Severus. Oh Severus. Why? Why did this happen to us? She’s not going to m - make it. She’s not!” Tears streamed harder, and faster, down Lily’s oval face. I didn’t know what to do.

Later that night, once Amber had fallen asleep, Lily and I lay awake. All was silent. We listened intently to every ragged breath, every struggling sob, every forced beat of baby Amber’s heart. Until suddenly, all was silent. Tears began to fall silently down Lily’s nose. I walked over to the bassinet. Inside lay a tiny creature. She was still breathing! I slowly and carefully picked her up and walked back over to my chair. I held her for over an hour, before. with one final, difficult breath, Amber’s eyes closed forever, and she was dead.

*Fifteen Years Later*

I looked up from my desk. Lily’s eyes glanced at me then dropped. All I could see now was a head full of James Potter’s hair. I hated him. Yet, I wished he was mine. I had long ago excepted the fact that Lily was dead. Though looking at the shocking resemblance of her and her son made everything hurt all the worse. My daughter was long dead, as was my relationship with Lily, which we had quickly ended after such a tragedy. Though I still remembered holding the green-eyed girl in my arms, and watching as she took her last breath and was still. I looked at Harry. I closed my eyes, and for once I prayed that Lily’s son would survive.