Snape ran towards the Potter's destroyes house, tinted with green. The killing curse. He ran to the child's bedroom but was interrupted by James's corpse on the floor. Snape is not a numb being, he felt a rush of fear and guilt. Guilt that he wrongly gave his trust to Peter Pettigrew. Fear that the only person he ever cared about was gone forever. When he entered Harry Potter's room he lost his breath. There she was. Lily. His Lily. He fell to the floor and embrased her, silent tears crawling down his face. Snape looked up, and there was the child. Harry Potter. The boy who lived.
