Harry looked expectantly at his husband and Severus let out a slow breath then drew in another before he started to talk. "I was sixteen when my mother died and my father would not allow me to have anything of hers, he put a lock on their bedroom door and he never went back in there. He moved into the guest bedroom downstairs, he would sleep there sometimes when he was too drunk to get up the stairs. One night while he was at the pub, I picked the lock and went in. I searched for something I could take that he would probably not miss should he ever go looking. I found a wooden box at the bottom of her wardrobe. I didn't know what it was but it felt like it should be mine so I took it.  I shoved the box under my bed but I didn't dare open it. My father died over a year later and the Dark Lord sent Lucius to help me with the arrangements. We went to the church to organise the funeral and the priest showed me the plot where mum was buried and I noticed there was another name on her headstone, with hers," Severus took a shuddering breath then he ploughed on. 