Pain. So much pain.

The baby with his bleeding forehead sobbed in agony as the scary man in the dark cloak fell after being hit by the pretty green light that had bounced off himself. He wanted his mummy to get up from the floor and hug him as she always did when he was sad or hurt. She would kiss his forehead and clean it up to make it better, too. But she wasn't moving. Why wasn't she moving? And where was Daddy?

Time passed. It was really late. He was so tired. He wanted to go to sleep, but his forehead hurt too much. He was still crying. He wanted someone to hug him and comfort him until the pain went away. But Mummy was still lying on the floor. And no one was coming.

Footsteps pounded up the stairs. In the midst of his cries, he grabbed at the bars of his crib and leaned over to see who was coming. Was it Daddy? No, it was a man he did not know. A man in black robes and hair that looked dirty. Was he going to help him?

No, the man didn't even look at him as he fell to the floor and began crying like he was as he saw Mummy on the background. Did this man know Mummy? It seemed he did.

With his back turned on Harry, the man cradled Mummy's still body into his arms and cried, resting his head on hers. He was acting like Daddy. But he was not Daddy. It looked wrong. Why was he like this? Did he love Mummy like Daddy did? Did Mummy love him too?

Whoever this man was, Mummy was clearly important to him. And anyone Mummy was important to was important to him. Harry wanted the man to look at him and hug him too. Would this man know how to make him feel better? He hoped so. But if only the man would spare at least a glance at him to let him know that he knew he was there. He purposefully began wailing loudly to catch the man's attention.

The man ignored him. Harry cried even louder. If Daddy wasn't coming and Mummy wasn't waking up, he needed this man's help. Why wasn't the man doing anything? Why was this man solely focused on Mummy?

Harry continued crying as the man cried.

This man wasn't going to help him.

No one was going to help him.

Until a very big man came and took him away from the house forever.

AN: I got this idea after reading a recent piece about Lily and James in the Afterlife called "What Happened After" by Musical cake. Lily was ranting angrily about Snape crying over her body instead of comforting the baby who was clearly crying in pain IN THE SAME ROOM. I then decided to write a perspective from baby Harry's point of view of seeing Snape sobbing over his mum's body. Apologies for not making this any longer, but this kind of thing just fits to be short.

AN 2: Sorry for that long author's note. Reviews are greatly appreciated and thanks in advance to those who make them! I'll answer any questions you have and a more personal thank you in reply.