"In the end I couldn’t bring myself to bury the cruel son of bitch next to my mum. Lucius paid to have him cremated and I relished every moment of dumping his ashes in the river that runs through Cokeworth.  Lucius also paid for a cleaning service to help me clean out the house. I didn't keep much, only my mother’s journals with her potion work and magic she had written, her locket and a woollen wrap that Lily’s mother gave her one Christmas. She loved it and she wore it all the time, it still smelled of cedarwood, like her. I also kept the box I had taken the year before. When I started work at Hogwarts took it with me still unopened, I kept it for several years before I found the courage to open it. When I finally did, I found my baby photos and all the pictures mum ever took of me, some of my baby clothes, my first lost tooth and a lock of hair, a book recording my milestones and the storybooks she had read to me as a child," Severus stopped and took a deep breath, he tensed a little and Harry braced himself to hear something awful.  