Severus stumbled upon the grave, injured with his blood staining on the robes. Kneeling down in both pain and anguish, he stared at his mentor's grave and did the one thing he swore never to do again.

He cried.

"Albus, you were my only friend, my father. I followed your every wishes but now I wish I hadn't." he whispered, tears streaming down his sallow cheeks.

"I wish you were here again, Albus. The war is escalating and its not going well for your Golden Boy. The Dark Lord is getting stronger by the day. I wish you were here again to decide what to do," he continued, not caring of the arriving Order members. Some had brandished their wands, but he didnt care. Perhaps death was better. People who mattered to him the most had left him. His mother, Lily, Albus, they were all gone.

All of a sudden, he started laughing. "The ironic thing, though is that wherever I go, you haunt me," he scoffed,"Your death will never cease to give me nightmares. I no longer have nightmares about the Dark Lord. Instead, I relive your murder every night."

He glanced around. The Order had lowered their wands, and some even looked sympathetic. The atmosphere was apathetic, forlorn. "You would have never chosen this place for a grave, Albus. I know you too well. You would have wanted to be buried right in Hogwarts, where you would hear the laughter of innocent children."

Another apparition was heard. It was him. Harry lunged at him and grabbed his robes.
"What are you doing here? I swore to kill you on sight, yet here you are, kneeling before his grave," he all but shouted in anger.

A burst of magic shoved Harry off his broken body. He got up in haste, with a tearstained face contorted in rage. "How would you feel if you were told by someone akin to your father to murder him. To not show remorse even though you are torn up inside, and would like to do nothing more but to die along with him? 'It's all for the greater good, Severus,' he would always say with that annoying twinkle of his."

He could feel a growing unease in his chest. "I never asked for this to happen. He ordered me to, Potter. He ordered me to do it. His blood is on my hands and I will never be able to wash them off. I want to forget everything but I can't, I just can't."

Severus had never felt so helpless as he did now.

He knew he had to be strong. Gazing at the majestic but unresponsive tombstone, he knew what Albus would have wanted him to do. He would have wanted him to carry on his work, to move on, to live life like he should have before he made that grave mistake twenty years ago.

Turning to face the Order, he harshly barked, "Tell no one I have been here. The war still goes on, and I must play my part."

He glanced at the grave once more and whispered a silent, "Goodbye."

He never came back.

A/N: Hey. I just wrote this during English. Quite interesting idea, inspired from the song Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again from Phantom of the Opera. Enjoy!