The Ghost of My Lover
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The Ghost of My Lover
Summary Hermione dies two years after she and Severus marry. All Severus has left of her is the little girl she left behind. What he doesn’t know is that she still lives.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and co. They all belong to the all and wonderful J.K. Rowling. I’m only hired to twist their lives into misery.
Thanks to QueenP for beta-ing this chapter!
Warning! There is mild adult situation in the beginning you’ve been warned.
PROLOGUE
Hermione ran her nimble fingers through his silky ebony locks. The woman sighed in bliss as she felt his hot mouth take in her already hard nipple.
“Severus,” she moaned rubbing her body against him.
“Hermione,” the baritone voice reached her ears making her shiver. The man smirked, and lowered his head to her ears. “Scream my name Hermione,” he ordered, feeling her shudder beneath him. “Scream it.”
He thrust into her. He felt her fingers grab his hair as she screamed from pure pleasure. His nose nuzzled her cleavage; he pushed into her again, and again, and again. He groaned in pleasure as he poured his seed into her. Sliding out of her, he nestled in the crook of her neck smiling slightly at her ragged breathing.
“How did you like that, love?” he questioned, placing butterfly kisses along her neck. She moaned in response, her body itching for more.
The man above her chuckled to himself. “Quite well I guess,” he murmured running his fingers through her curly locks.
“Severus,” she managed to croak out. “I — I need you.”
He growled in response. Placing himself between her legs again, he hovered over her. He bent down and roughly claimed her lips. He ran his tongue against her bottom lip, asking for entrance. Opening her mouth, he plunged his tongue into her moist cavern. The fingers of one hand started caressing her stomach, seeking out her breast. He moaned quietly into the kiss as he found her erect nipple.
Rubbing his index finger and thumb against it, he could feel her getting wet (as his knee was currently at her entrance). Not hesitating any longer, he shifted his weight and rammed into her. She clutched onto his shoulders, bliss clearly written on her face.
“Oh Gods, Severus!” She cried.
- - -
She woke up that morning to find sheets strewn across the bed. At first her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, until she remembered what happened last night. She looked to her left, to find him sleeping. Moving the sheets carefully she got out of bed. She felt a hand grip onto her arm. Frowning she turned around, only to face him.
“Where do you think you’re going Mrs. Snape?” Severus questioned.
- - -
Hermione shivered in the cold bed. She had known the potential consequences of marrying Severus Snape yet that hadn’t stopped her. She didn’t regret her decision of marrying the man. He was wonderful and a loving husband and father. To both she and her daughter. ‘Liana,’ she thought painfully. She gasped as another feeling of pain, coursed through her already frail body. Damn that Karkaroff!
The deranged Headmaster of Durmstrang had placed her under the Cruciatus Curse for 12 hours. It was a miracle that she had survived at all. ‘It’s not my fault,’ she thought bitterly to herself, ‘I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time.’
She barely heard the doors of the hospital wing swing open. She felt a strong, masculine hand cup her chin. Opening her eyes she looked at the one who had caused her disturbance. She saw icy onyx black eyes stare down at her.
“Sev,” she whispered, her arms stretching out towards him. “I’ve missed you,” she murmured.
He placed a finger to her lips silencing her. “Don’t talk love,” he said in his commanding tone of voice. “You must rest.”
Hermione shook her head vigorously, though she instantly regretted it as she was rewarded with her with an intense headache. Gasping at the pain her hand instantaneously reached for her the center of her forehead. Severus grimaced at the pain he saw, which was etched perfectly onto his wife’s face.
“Hermione,” he whispered taking a seat on her bed.
He picked up the small individual on the floor and placed her on his lap. His small two-year-old daughter was smiling up at him fondly. Clapping her hands the child wrenched herself from her father’s grip and bounced onto her mother. Hermione cried out as her daughter landed on her abdomen. Severus instantly snatched his daughter off Hermione. The little girl’s big chocolate brown eyes widened as she saw her mother turn in pain. The little girl’s bottom lip began to tremble. Sensing that his daughter was about to cry he patted her back gently whispering calmly to her.
This helped somewhat. She had managed to release herself from her father’s grip again and crawled quietly to her mother. Hermione’s face was scrunched up due to the pain her daughter unknowingly caused.
When feeling chubby little fingers touching her cheek. Hermione moved slightly, turning to face her daughter’s big brown chocolate eyes. The young child\'s bouncy black curls reached just below her ears. She smiled at her mother showing a pair of white baby teeth.
“Mama,” little Liana said happily, clapping her hands upon seeing that her mother was okay.
“Liana,” Severus said softly though he still managed to give his daughter a bit of a fright. Hermione gave him a pointed glare, but he shrugged it off. “Liana, apologize to your mother.”
The little girl frowned at what her father had just said. “Jize?” she finally said with a smile on her face. Hermione laughed softly.
“Yes, say I\'m sorry to your mother,” Severus stated plainly for the child.
Liana nodded her head and looked at her father for a second, before looking to her mother.
“Ory er!” Liana said, bursting into a fit of giggles.
Severus groaned slightly and lifted the giggling girl from her mother’s chest. Hermione just smiled. Even in the darkest of moments her daughter was always able to make her smile. The bedridden witch was glad that it was summer. Had the term been in session, she wouldn’t have been able to stay in the hospital wing of Hogwarts, close to her family. The school\'s would have given her odd looks.
Severus looked his daughter, who had now stopped giggling, in the eyes. She tilted her head to the side, and looked intently at her father.
“Say,sorry,” Severus said.
“Orry,” she repeated.
“Mother.”
“O’er!”
Severus crinkled his nose at her. “That’s good enough, I suppose.”
Hermione chuckled as the little girl repeated what she just said. “Severus she’s only two years old,” Hermione reprimanded.
“She’s still a Snape,” Severus said haughtily. “Snapes excel in everything.”
“Go find Grandpa,” Severus said to his daughter. The girl didn’t listen to him though as she pinched his prominent nose. She giggled when her father gave her a dark look. Setting her on the floor, he pushed her slightly towards the opened door. The little girl looked confused as she looked back to her father.
“Liana, go find Grandpa,” he said pointing towards a picture. Liana’s eyes lit up as she saw the picture. The old man in the picture wore a silver beard with half mooned spectacles, behind which were twinkling sky blue eyes.
“Grandpa!”
“Yes, yes,” Severus said in a hurry. “Find Grandpa.”
The little girl hurried out of the room. A silver glow surrounded her, before she set off on her mission.
Severus instantly turned around to face his distraught wife. Taking a seat next to her he held her hand. Upon seeing his wife\'s condition, his eyes filled with pity. Hermione took no regard of the look, simply smiling at her husband. She knew it was her time to finally part from this world. That scared her. She didn’t want to leave Severus, or her little girl behind. How would they survive without her?
“How are you feeling?” Severus asked trying to make conversation.
Hermione sighed. “Not good,” she answered truthfully. “Severus, I’m afraid. I\'m not going to make it,” she whispered the last part.
Severus felt his heart constrict from the pain. No! She couldn’t leave him! She was too young to die! Twenty-six years of age was still young, she just couldn’t leave him. He felt incredibly selfish at the moment, yet he had never been in this situation before. He didn’t know what it felt like to lose someone you truly loved. He had never gotten to know his mother, only his father. Severus could very well say, without feeling guilty, that he did not consider Samuel Snape his father.
“Hermione, don’t think that way,” Severus finally said. “You’ll make it. You’re a Snape —”
“That has nothing to do with it,” Hermione replied placing her other hand on his.
He looked at her and saw tears start to well in her eyes. Just as the first tear started to fall he wiped it away without a second thought. “You’ll get better,” he said with determination. “I promise you that you will. I’ll get you the best healers money can buy.”
Hermione shook her head slightly. “Severus don’t start making promises to me, when you know that you can’t keep them.” Severus opened his mouth to object, but she held up a firm hand silencing him. “Listen to me, Severus Snape. I’m dying. You can’t deny it. I can’t deny it. You need to accept it,” she stated. “Ever since I was found on the floor of Karkaroff’s office everyone was shocked that I survived this long. I was put under the Cruciatus Curse for 12 consecutive hours. Be thankful that I’ve at least survived this far. That I can tell you goodbye,” she said tears streaming down her eyes. “Don’t worry though, you’ll have Liana. Take care of her.”
Severus shook his head not wanting to let her truthful words sink in. Though they were already taking affect. “I will refuse to hear you speaking so negatively, Hermione. You will survive this.”
“No, I don’t think I will Sev—oh!” Hermione gasped in pain.
“Hermione!” Severus called as he jumped from the bed. He watched his writhing wife as a spasm of pain shook her body. “Hermione!”
- - -
Liana stumbled as she walked into a very hard figure. Landing on her bottom her bottom lip started to tremble.
“Darling girl,” a majestic voice reached her ears, “what are you doing out here without your parents?”
She looked up to find the very person she was looking for. Reaching for him, she exclaimed, “Grandpa!”
The old man chuckled, and pushed the sleeves of his robes up. His long fingers wrapped around her tiny waist, as hoisted her onto his hip.
“Hermione!”
The Headmaster frowned upon hearing the frantic voice of his potions teacher. He looked at the little girl who was turning her head from side to side looking for the voice.
“I think we should go see what Daddy’s doing, shall we?” Dumbledore asked the little girl. She nodded her head and giggled as Dumbledore started bouncing her on his hip.
The two arrived at the hospital wing to see five people around a stretcher. Dumbledore frowned; those present were Harry, Ron, Severus, Poppy and Minerva. When he heard a strangled cry of pain, his frown deepened. The little girl he was holding heard her mother’s voice. As they neared Liana started to cry.
“Mama!” She cried her arms stretching out towards her mother. Tears began streaming down the little girl’s cheeks when the object of her affection didn’t respond to her desperate cries. So she tried again, “Mama!”
Dumbledore held the little girl in the same position upon his hip, not paying heed to her frantic cries for her mother. He let out a quiet breath of relief asthe young woman stopped writhing in pain.
Hermione opened her eyes suddenly; they were big and round. She looked around seeking for her husband. Spotting him, she raised her hand. “Severus,” she groaned.
Severus hurried to her side, not paying attention to his daughter at the moment. “What is it love?”
“Take,” Hermione shuddered her breathing was ragged.“Take care of Liana and yourself, for me,” she whispered bringing a small hand to his face. She caressed it lovingly and smiled at her husband. “Kiss me,” she said suddenly. “Kiss me one more time.”
Severus obliged, he brought his lips down on hers. He kissed her fondly. He couldn’t help but think that this would be his last time kissing her like this. She slowly pulled away, looking towards her crying daughter. Hermione\'s frail arms reached for the young girl. Dumbledore brought Liana to her mother.
Hermione took her into her arms and shushed her.
Standing on the other side, Harry whispered, “’Mione this doesn’t mean …” he trailed off, scared to finish his sentence.
“Sorry Harry, Ron,” Hermione said, her attention temporarily straying from her daughter. “I love you both though,” she murmured her eyes shining with unspent tears. “You were both brothers to me.”
“’Mione,” Ron cried, tears streaming down his freckled face. “You can’t leave ‘Mione!”
“Ron,” said Harry pointedly. He took hold of his friends arm and tugged him to the other side of the room. Before moving, both young men gave a heartfelt hug to their friend.
“Mama,” Liana said, finally getting Hermione’s attention.
Hermione smiled down at her daughter, tears visibly shining in her honey brown eyes. She encouraged Severus to set the girl abdomen, despite the pain it caused.
“Liana,” she said firmly. “Mommy loves you, don’t forget that okay?” The little girl just stared at her mother. Hermione took her daughters hands within her own bringing them to her side. “Mommy’s always going to be with you. No matter what, okay?”
Her daughter didn’t have an opportunity to respond as another wave of pain shot through Hermione. Causing her to cry out. Minerva quickly reached towards the little girl and pulled her off the crying woman.
“Mama! Mama!”
Minerva removed the howling girl from the already stressful hospital wing. She tried comforting the little girl who was distraught and calling for her mother.
While still holding the child, the grandmotherly witch swayed from side to side trying to provide comfort. “Sh. Sh. Shhh...Liana hush now,” the Transfigurations Professor said in a frantic voice. Once the sounds from inside the hospital wing had ceased, Minvera brought a now sniffling Liana in. The sight before her was quite an unsettling visual.
She never thought that she would ever see the day when she would find Severus broken. Yet, there he was crying into his wife’s chest, which was unmoving and devastatingly pale.
“Albus what happened?”
“She’s dead Minerva.”
“Albus she —”
“She is.”
- - -
Hermione opened her eyes only to see three tunnels. She blinked, feeling confused. Looking around her, she noticed the one she came out of was blocked with a huge rock. She looked to the other two. The first emitted blue light, the other an extremely bright white light. She started walking towards the intersection. In the center, a sign read:
“Welcome to the three tunnels. The tunnel from which you came is the now blocked. To that life , you cannot return. You now must choose how to proceed. Please choose your path carefully.”
END PROLOGUE
Authoress Notes
How was it? This is my first Severus/Hermione fan fiction, so I am sorry if the characters are a bit OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and co. They all belong to the all and wonderful J.K. Rowling. I’m only hired to twist their lives into misery.
Thanks to QueenP for beta-ing this chapter!
Warning! There is mild adult situation in the beginning you’ve been warned.
Hermione ran her nimble fingers through his silky ebony locks. The woman sighed in bliss as she felt his hot mouth take in her already hard nipple.
“Severus,” she moaned rubbing her body against him.
“Hermione,” the baritone voice reached her ears making her shiver. The man smirked, and lowered his head to her ears. “Scream my name Hermione,” he ordered, feeling her shudder beneath him. “Scream it.”
He thrust into her. He felt her fingers grab his hair as she screamed from pure pleasure. His nose nuzzled her cleavage; he pushed into her again, and again, and again. He groaned in pleasure as he poured his seed into her. Sliding out of her, he nestled in the crook of her neck smiling slightly at her ragged breathing.
“How did you like that, love?” he questioned, placing butterfly kisses along her neck. She moaned in response, her body itching for more.
The man above her chuckled to himself. “Quite well I guess,” he murmured running his fingers through her curly locks.
“Severus,” she managed to croak out. “I — I need you.”
He growled in response. Placing himself between her legs again, he hovered over her. He bent down and roughly claimed her lips. He ran his tongue against her bottom lip, asking for entrance. Opening her mouth, he plunged his tongue into her moist cavern. The fingers of one hand started caressing her stomach, seeking out her breast. He moaned quietly into the kiss as he found her erect nipple.
Rubbing his index finger and thumb against it, he could feel her getting wet (as his knee was currently at her entrance). Not hesitating any longer, he shifted his weight and rammed into her. She clutched onto his shoulders, bliss clearly written on her face.
“Oh Gods, Severus!” She cried.
She woke up that morning to find sheets strewn across the bed. At first her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, until she remembered what happened last night. She looked to her left, to find him sleeping. Moving the sheets carefully she got out of bed. She felt a hand grip onto her arm. Frowning she turned around, only to face him.
“Where do you think you’re going Mrs. Snape?” Severus questioned.
Hermione shivered in the cold bed. She had known the potential consequences of marrying Severus Snape yet that hadn’t stopped her. She didn’t regret her decision of marrying the man. He was wonderful and a loving husband and father. To both she and her daughter. ‘Liana,’ she thought painfully. She gasped as another feeling of pain, coursed through her already frail body. Damn that Karkaroff!
The deranged Headmaster of Durmstrang had placed her under the Cruciatus Curse for 12 hours. It was a miracle that she had survived at all. ‘It’s not my fault,’ she thought bitterly to herself, ‘I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time.’
She barely heard the doors of the hospital wing swing open. She felt a strong, masculine hand cup her chin. Opening her eyes she looked at the one who had caused her disturbance. She saw icy onyx black eyes stare down at her.
“Sev,” she whispered, her arms stretching out towards him. “I’ve missed you,” she murmured.
He placed a finger to her lips silencing her. “Don’t talk love,” he said in his commanding tone of voice. “You must rest.”
Hermione shook her head vigorously, though she instantly regretted it as she was rewarded with her with an intense headache. Gasping at the pain her hand instantaneously reached for her the center of her forehead. Severus grimaced at the pain he saw, which was etched perfectly onto his wife’s face.
“Hermione,” he whispered taking a seat on her bed.
He picked up the small individual on the floor and placed her on his lap. His small two-year-old daughter was smiling up at him fondly. Clapping her hands the child wrenched herself from her father’s grip and bounced onto her mother. Hermione cried out as her daughter landed on her abdomen. Severus instantly snatched his daughter off Hermione. The little girl’s big chocolate brown eyes widened as she saw her mother turn in pain. The little girl’s bottom lip began to tremble. Sensing that his daughter was about to cry he patted her back gently whispering calmly to her.
This helped somewhat. She had managed to release herself from her father’s grip again and crawled quietly to her mother. Hermione’s face was scrunched up due to the pain her daughter unknowingly caused.
When feeling chubby little fingers touching her cheek. Hermione moved slightly, turning to face her daughter’s big brown chocolate eyes. The young child\'s bouncy black curls reached just below her ears. She smiled at her mother showing a pair of white baby teeth.
“Mama,” little Liana said happily, clapping her hands upon seeing that her mother was okay.
“Liana,” Severus said softly though he still managed to give his daughter a bit of a fright. Hermione gave him a pointed glare, but he shrugged it off. “Liana, apologize to your mother.”
The little girl frowned at what her father had just said. “Jize?” she finally said with a smile on her face. Hermione laughed softly.
“Yes, say I\'m sorry to your mother,” Severus stated plainly for the child.
Liana nodded her head and looked at her father for a second, before looking to her mother.
“Ory er!” Liana said, bursting into a fit of giggles.
Severus groaned slightly and lifted the giggling girl from her mother’s chest. Hermione just smiled. Even in the darkest of moments her daughter was always able to make her smile. The bedridden witch was glad that it was summer. Had the term been in session, she wouldn’t have been able to stay in the hospital wing of Hogwarts, close to her family. The school\'s would have given her odd looks.
Severus looked his daughter, who had now stopped giggling, in the eyes. She tilted her head to the side, and looked intently at her father.
“Say,sorry,” Severus said.
“Orry,” she repeated.
“Mother.”
“O’er!”
Severus crinkled his nose at her. “That’s good enough, I suppose.”
Hermione chuckled as the little girl repeated what she just said. “Severus she’s only two years old,” Hermione reprimanded.
“She’s still a Snape,” Severus said haughtily. “Snapes excel in everything.”
“Go find Grandpa,” Severus said to his daughter. The girl didn’t listen to him though as she pinched his prominent nose. She giggled when her father gave her a dark look. Setting her on the floor, he pushed her slightly towards the opened door. The little girl looked confused as she looked back to her father.
“Liana, go find Grandpa,” he said pointing towards a picture. Liana’s eyes lit up as she saw the picture. The old man in the picture wore a silver beard with half mooned spectacles, behind which were twinkling sky blue eyes.
“Grandpa!”
“Yes, yes,” Severus said in a hurry. “Find Grandpa.”
The little girl hurried out of the room. A silver glow surrounded her, before she set off on her mission.
Severus instantly turned around to face his distraught wife. Taking a seat next to her he held her hand. Upon seeing his wife\'s condition, his eyes filled with pity. Hermione took no regard of the look, simply smiling at her husband. She knew it was her time to finally part from this world. That scared her. She didn’t want to leave Severus, or her little girl behind. How would they survive without her?
“How are you feeling?” Severus asked trying to make conversation.
Hermione sighed. “Not good,” she answered truthfully. “Severus, I’m afraid. I\'m not going to make it,” she whispered the last part.
Severus felt his heart constrict from the pain. No! She couldn’t leave him! She was too young to die! Twenty-six years of age was still young, she just couldn’t leave him. He felt incredibly selfish at the moment, yet he had never been in this situation before. He didn’t know what it felt like to lose someone you truly loved. He had never gotten to know his mother, only his father. Severus could very well say, without feeling guilty, that he did not consider Samuel Snape his father.
“Hermione, don’t think that way,” Severus finally said. “You’ll make it. You’re a Snape —”
“That has nothing to do with it,” Hermione replied placing her other hand on his.
He looked at her and saw tears start to well in her eyes. Just as the first tear started to fall he wiped it away without a second thought. “You’ll get better,” he said with determination. “I promise you that you will. I’ll get you the best healers money can buy.”
Hermione shook her head slightly. “Severus don’t start making promises to me, when you know that you can’t keep them.” Severus opened his mouth to object, but she held up a firm hand silencing him. “Listen to me, Severus Snape. I’m dying. You can’t deny it. I can’t deny it. You need to accept it,” she stated. “Ever since I was found on the floor of Karkaroff’s office everyone was shocked that I survived this long. I was put under the Cruciatus Curse for 12 consecutive hours. Be thankful that I’ve at least survived this far. That I can tell you goodbye,” she said tears streaming down her eyes. “Don’t worry though, you’ll have Liana. Take care of her.”
Severus shook his head not wanting to let her truthful words sink in. Though they were already taking affect. “I will refuse to hear you speaking so negatively, Hermione. You will survive this.”
“No, I don’t think I will Sev—oh!” Hermione gasped in pain.
“Hermione!” Severus called as he jumped from the bed. He watched his writhing wife as a spasm of pain shook her body. “Hermione!”
Liana stumbled as she walked into a very hard figure. Landing on her bottom her bottom lip started to tremble.
“Darling girl,” a majestic voice reached her ears, “what are you doing out here without your parents?”
She looked up to find the very person she was looking for. Reaching for him, she exclaimed, “Grandpa!”
The old man chuckled, and pushed the sleeves of his robes up. His long fingers wrapped around her tiny waist, as hoisted her onto his hip.
“Hermione!”
The Headmaster frowned upon hearing the frantic voice of his potions teacher. He looked at the little girl who was turning her head from side to side looking for the voice.
“I think we should go see what Daddy’s doing, shall we?” Dumbledore asked the little girl. She nodded her head and giggled as Dumbledore started bouncing her on his hip.
The two arrived at the hospital wing to see five people around a stretcher. Dumbledore frowned; those present were Harry, Ron, Severus, Poppy and Minerva. When he heard a strangled cry of pain, his frown deepened. The little girl he was holding heard her mother’s voice. As they neared Liana started to cry.
“Mama!” She cried her arms stretching out towards her mother. Tears began streaming down the little girl’s cheeks when the object of her affection didn’t respond to her desperate cries. So she tried again, “Mama!”
Dumbledore held the little girl in the same position upon his hip, not paying heed to her frantic cries for her mother. He let out a quiet breath of relief asthe young woman stopped writhing in pain.
Hermione opened her eyes suddenly; they were big and round. She looked around seeking for her husband. Spotting him, she raised her hand. “Severus,” she groaned.
Severus hurried to her side, not paying attention to his daughter at the moment. “What is it love?”
“Take,” Hermione shuddered her breathing was ragged.“Take care of Liana and yourself, for me,” she whispered bringing a small hand to his face. She caressed it lovingly and smiled at her husband. “Kiss me,” she said suddenly. “Kiss me one more time.”
Severus obliged, he brought his lips down on hers. He kissed her fondly. He couldn’t help but think that this would be his last time kissing her like this. She slowly pulled away, looking towards her crying daughter. Hermione\'s frail arms reached for the young girl. Dumbledore brought Liana to her mother.
Hermione took her into her arms and shushed her.
Standing on the other side, Harry whispered, “’Mione this doesn’t mean …” he trailed off, scared to finish his sentence.
“Sorry Harry, Ron,” Hermione said, her attention temporarily straying from her daughter. “I love you both though,” she murmured her eyes shining with unspent tears. “You were both brothers to me.”
“’Mione,” Ron cried, tears streaming down his freckled face. “You can’t leave ‘Mione!”
“Ron,” said Harry pointedly. He took hold of his friends arm and tugged him to the other side of the room. Before moving, both young men gave a heartfelt hug to their friend.
“Mama,” Liana said, finally getting Hermione’s attention.
Hermione smiled down at her daughter, tears visibly shining in her honey brown eyes. She encouraged Severus to set the girl abdomen, despite the pain it caused.
“Liana,” she said firmly. “Mommy loves you, don’t forget that okay?” The little girl just stared at her mother. Hermione took her daughters hands within her own bringing them to her side. “Mommy’s always going to be with you. No matter what, okay?”
Her daughter didn’t have an opportunity to respond as another wave of pain shot through Hermione. Causing her to cry out. Minerva quickly reached towards the little girl and pulled her off the crying woman.
“Mama! Mama!”
Minerva removed the howling girl from the already stressful hospital wing. She tried comforting the little girl who was distraught and calling for her mother.
While still holding the child, the grandmotherly witch swayed from side to side trying to provide comfort. “Sh. Sh. Shhh...Liana hush now,” the Transfigurations Professor said in a frantic voice. Once the sounds from inside the hospital wing had ceased, Minvera brought a now sniffling Liana in. The sight before her was quite an unsettling visual.
She never thought that she would ever see the day when she would find Severus broken. Yet, there he was crying into his wife’s chest, which was unmoving and devastatingly pale.
“Albus what happened?”
“She’s dead Minerva.”
“Albus she —”
“She is.”
Hermione opened her eyes only to see three tunnels. She blinked, feeling confused. Looking around her, she noticed the one she came out of was blocked with a huge rock. She looked to the other two. The first emitted blue light, the other an extremely bright white light. She started walking towards the intersection. In the center, a sign read:
“Welcome to the three tunnels. The tunnel from which you came is the now blocked. To that life , you cannot return. You now must choose how to proceed. Please choose your path carefully.”
Authoress Notes
How was it? This is my first Severus/Hermione fan fiction, so I am sorry if the characters are a bit OOC.