Silvia and the Rising Moon [EDITING]

Severus Snape's daughter

     Oh, the weight of living. It makes me long to be with you.
     Oh, a calamity it is to see such a beautiful soul destroyed.
     A life wasted.
     An empty man.
     It's amazing to see how devastating it is to lose something that you never had.
They weren't safe.
Dumbledore said they would be safe.
However, James Potter's face, vacant in death, proved that not even he was safe. A thought of seeing his nemesis dead initially filled Severus with glee. Despite that, he now looked on the body with pity and sorrow. James was innocent. No one deserved death, not even he.
The silence in the home proved that no living soul walked amongst the death. Dread filled Severus's heart as he stepped over the stiff man's body. Nearby, Severus could see that James had left his wand on a parlor table.
"You fool," he said sadly. "You strutted toward death, as if he wouldn't harm you. May God have mercy on your soul."
He turned to the stairs and began to ascend, each step becoming more heavy and dreadful than the last. Fear filled him at the thought of what he would find upstairs.
A small voice began to cry. Severus's heart fell.
Harry was upstairs, and he was alone.
"No," he said out loud, standing in the doorway of the child's bedroom. "No, it can't be. They were supposed to be protected."
     Despite his refusal, Lily did not rise to greet him. She stared, lifelessly, to the ceiling with a face of pure agony.
     "Lily..."
     She didn't stand, she didn't breathe, she didn't even so much as flinch as he lifted her into his arms and sobbed into her hair. Her hair had lost its shine. Her eyes had lost their vibrance. Every aspect of Lily Evans had faded in death.
Her hair smelled of flowers, and her skin was as smooth as marble and cold as ice. It clung limply to her bones, as if it had given up the moment her heart stopped.
He cried as thunder clapped and rain poured down on the broken home. Severus felt as though he had sat for hours weeping over this loss. "Your soul was so pure," he whispered to her. Her eyes stared back at him like dull marbles.
Suddenly, something moved. Life came back to Severus as he realized that he had only been holding onto Lily for a minute at most. Something moved again. She moved. No, it wasn't she. Severus' hand quickly moved to her belly, where he felt a soft, waning kicking. Whatever it was, it was giving up.
     Severus only had minutes before whatever was inside of her would run out of oxygen and died.
He knew what to do. Morally, it killed him to have to remove this child from her womb in such an awful way. The child was small, despite being close to approaching the end of the third trimester. It immediately wailed as Severus set it free into the world.
"Vulnera Sanentur," he muttered repeatedly, closing Lily's incisions and cleaning the sprouting pool of blood.
Then, it was he and the life squirming in his arms.
It was meant to be Harry's sibling, a girl. Severus held the naked thing as it squealed. He pitied it, having been born into this cruel world under such dire circumstances. Once more, he cried.
"Oh, Lily," he said softly to the baby. "I've fallen, and you're not around. Did I ever make a sound? Will I ever make a sound? Did I make a sound in all those years we've known each other? Or have I always been outside, merely looking in?"
Harry cried in his crib. Severus looked at him pitifully. Suddenly, a light shone from outside. He approached the window, baby in his arms, to see Sirius quickly stepping off of his motorcycle.
"Black," he said under his breath before hurrying down the stairs and quickly searching for a floo entrance. He found one before Sirius had even entered the home, and swaddled the baby in his cloak before calling "12 Grimmauld Place."

Remus and Silvia sat together anxiously in the meeting room.
"Why would Peter send out a distress call?" Silvia asked cautiously.
"I don't know," replied Remus. "I just hope it isn't a trap."
"They're dead," Severus said, watching as Remus and Silvia simultaneously flinched. "James and Lily," he explained. "He killed them."
The siblings sat in devastating silence for a moment. Then, Silvia spoke. "And Harry?"
"He survived, destroying You-Know-Who in his path."
"He's gone?" Remus asked. He and Silvia shared a glance.
"Where is Harry?" Silvia asked.
"Black was arriving before I could take him. As far as I'm aware, Dumbledore had orders for where he would go in this situation," Severus explained, rocking the cooing baby.
"We need to address the elephant in the room here," Remus said suddenly. "Why do you have a baby?"
"Random babies are common trends here," Silvia added.
"It's Lily's daughter," Severus explained. "I've called her Eileen."
Silvia burst into tears at the sudden realization that the Potter's were truly gone, and one of the last shreds of their name was now in the arms of Severus Snape. "It's a beautiful name," she wept.
"You must take her to St. Mungo's immediately," Remus added gravely. "Give her a name, make sure she's well."
Severus turned to each of them with a look of utter despair. "It's what's best. I shouldn't have come here. I panicked."
     "It's alright, Severus. Just go quickly," Remus sighed.
     He did so, arriving at St. Mungo's not long after. They took her away. A deep seeded fear filled him as they tore her from his arms and carried her somewhere safe. An official birth certificate was made announcing that on October 31, 1981 at approximately ten minutes before midnight, Eileen Lily Potter was born and placed under the guardianship of Severus Snape, a family friend.
     She was underweight, and horribly premature. The doctors told Severus that he had done the right thing, however, the baby was losing oxygen despite his valiant effort.
     Eileen was placed in an incubator at the command of the doctors. Day in and day out, Severus stayed by her side, only to leave briefly to speak with Dumbledore. That night would lead to him exposing his patronus and admitting that his love for Lily had lasted always.
     Two weeks had haunted him. Eileen was sickly. Her breathing slowed, sometimes stopping altogether.
     A doctor had told him that his daughter had less than a week to live. She lasted three.
     He kissed her on the head just moments before she closed her eyes. A horrible din erupted from the heart monitor, letting Severus and all of the staff know that Eileen had finally left to join her true family.
To Severus, perhaps this would be the closest thing to family that he ever had.