A Perfect Situation
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
6,764
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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chapter 13
2 years later
Severus walked along Hogsmeade with a straight back. His 8 month old son in a secure grip. He was proud of everything he accomplishes, but young Byron was his greatest treasure. The miniature version of himself carried on the shade of Hermione’s hair, nothing more. It was a smaller Snape with medium brown locks.
He hurried along the walks, toward the bookstore. His order was in and he was eagerly looking forward to begin new books. He slipped into the store and to the counter giving his name, and the titles he ordered.
“Severus?” He turned and found Cathy looking at him. So had changed, and he could see it was for the better. She let her hair hang on it’s own, in straight shiny strands. Her makes up was minimal, and her clothes casual. She was pulled together, but that need to put on a show was gone and he had to say, it was about time.
“Cathy,” he reached out a hand, “you look great.” He let out a laugh as his son, always mimicking his father stuck out a hand as well. “This is Byron.”
“How do you do Byron?” She shook the small hand and laughed as she looked at him, blush and hide his face. “He looks just like you. Congratulations. I heard you became a father some time ago.”
“Yes, Neville told us you still see him. I’m glad you are continuing treatments.” He told her honestly.
“Yes, so am I.” She looked away and then back. “I feel I need to tell you something.”
“You don’t have to.” He said.
“I know, but I would like to.” The keeper came back with his order and he quickly settled the bill. Taking his son to the children’s section, he set him on the ground to play with other children and led Cathy to an absurdly multicolored couch.
“Our relationship never had the chance to go anywhere and now I know that was my fault.” She began.
“I would hardly consider it your fault. Knowing what you had gone through and how it affected you doesn’t make it your fault.”
“I know that now. By keeping in what I was dealing with, I let it build and now that I know what was happening, I also know that I was pushing you away, because I was afraid. I am sorry for that Severus, and for what I have said to your wife. I had become such a hateful person because I was running away from the past and the hurt.” She spoke with such an understanding, that he was surprised. She had never spoke this way again. “I can only hope you forgive me, although I will understand if you don’t.”
“Of course I do.” He leaned in and gave her a hug. It was something she felt with Neville, this unconditional acceptance and compassion. Even after everything, Severus had proven himself a friend, as he always did.
“Thank you.” She began laughing as Byron came over, dragging a book half his size. “He must have a thing for dragons.” She said pointing to the colorful cover.
“He does indeed.” He scooped up his son and the book, and together they went to pay for it. On the street, packages in hand, Severus faced her. “I will send an invite when we have his birthday party.”
“I would like that.” She reached up and kissed his cheek, then laughed as Byron made a kiss noise at her. “You too huh?” She kissed the softest cheek imaginable and then grinned widely at him.
“See you soon Cathy.” They parted ways, and as Severus headed home, he was glad. Glad that Cathy was finally healing herself and glad that a man of integrity like Neville took the time to help. Cathy would be just fine.
The End
Severus walked along Hogsmeade with a straight back. His 8 month old son in a secure grip. He was proud of everything he accomplishes, but young Byron was his greatest treasure. The miniature version of himself carried on the shade of Hermione’s hair, nothing more. It was a smaller Snape with medium brown locks.
He hurried along the walks, toward the bookstore. His order was in and he was eagerly looking forward to begin new books. He slipped into the store and to the counter giving his name, and the titles he ordered.
“Severus?” He turned and found Cathy looking at him. So had changed, and he could see it was for the better. She let her hair hang on it’s own, in straight shiny strands. Her makes up was minimal, and her clothes casual. She was pulled together, but that need to put on a show was gone and he had to say, it was about time.
“Cathy,” he reached out a hand, “you look great.” He let out a laugh as his son, always mimicking his father stuck out a hand as well. “This is Byron.”
“How do you do Byron?” She shook the small hand and laughed as she looked at him, blush and hide his face. “He looks just like you. Congratulations. I heard you became a father some time ago.”
“Yes, Neville told us you still see him. I’m glad you are continuing treatments.” He told her honestly.
“Yes, so am I.” She looked away and then back. “I feel I need to tell you something.”
“You don’t have to.” He said.
“I know, but I would like to.” The keeper came back with his order and he quickly settled the bill. Taking his son to the children’s section, he set him on the ground to play with other children and led Cathy to an absurdly multicolored couch.
“Our relationship never had the chance to go anywhere and now I know that was my fault.” She began.
“I would hardly consider it your fault. Knowing what you had gone through and how it affected you doesn’t make it your fault.”
“I know that now. By keeping in what I was dealing with, I let it build and now that I know what was happening, I also know that I was pushing you away, because I was afraid. I am sorry for that Severus, and for what I have said to your wife. I had become such a hateful person because I was running away from the past and the hurt.” She spoke with such an understanding, that he was surprised. She had never spoke this way again. “I can only hope you forgive me, although I will understand if you don’t.”
“Of course I do.” He leaned in and gave her a hug. It was something she felt with Neville, this unconditional acceptance and compassion. Even after everything, Severus had proven himself a friend, as he always did.
“Thank you.” She began laughing as Byron came over, dragging a book half his size. “He must have a thing for dragons.” She said pointing to the colorful cover.
“He does indeed.” He scooped up his son and the book, and together they went to pay for it. On the street, packages in hand, Severus faced her. “I will send an invite when we have his birthday party.”
“I would like that.” She reached up and kissed his cheek, then laughed as Byron made a kiss noise at her. “You too huh?” She kissed the softest cheek imaginable and then grinned widely at him.
“See you soon Cathy.” They parted ways, and as Severus headed home, he was glad. Glad that Cathy was finally healing herself and glad that a man of integrity like Neville took the time to help. Cathy would be just fine.
The End