This is a story about a girl named Melissa Bennett, who is in love with her professor, Severus Snape. But with Severus' past, some unexpected news, and someone out to kill them, can their love and lives survive?
This story takes place during the ti...
Melissa's POV I woke up the next morning to Charlotte walking in, a letter in her hand. I sat up excitedly, hoping Sev had answered.
Charlotte smiled, handing me the letter, and said, "This was addressed to you. I'm pretty sure you know who it's from."
I smiled back and quickly tore the envelope, my eyes longing to read what Sev had written. I saw the beautiful cursive, and immediately knew it was him.
My love,
I'm so sorry I haven't answered or visited you. I've felt so lost and empty this past week that I couldn't bring myself to write a word.
Please don't worry about me though. I will be fine, Minerva has me going to therapy tomorrow, and hopefully, it will help. You've got enough happening in your life without worrying about my struggles.
I will be with you after my therapy tomorrow, but until then, I should tell you that I agree that the best option is to have our son removed now so we don't risk harm coming to our little girl. You can plan it for whenever you like, and I will make sure to be there.
I love you, Severus
Even though I was happy to see the letter, it just brought me more worry. It was worse than I thought if he needed to go to therapy. I'm glad he was, as I knew it could help, but it worried me that he needed it in the first place.
However, after the letter, I finally scheduled my surgery for tomorrow at dinner time, as I knew Sev would be here by then. I couldn't wait to finally see him, despite the circumstances.
Time Skip: The Next Morning
Severus' POV
As I walked into the office that Minerva had given me the address of, I couldn't shake my nerves. I had never been great at sharing my emotions, and I knew that this would entail just that. Sure, I had shared them with Isa and Minerva, but that's because I knew and trusted them. I didn't trust these people, despite what Minerva had said about them.
Before I knew it, I was sitting in a room across from a woman who was, even after only 5 minutes, annoying the hell out of me. She was worse than the students, at least they knew when to stop. This lady had no boundaries whatsoever.
The moment I sat down, she glanced at me, and made a 'tsk tsk' noise under her breath, scribbling away on a piece of parchment.
"What?" I asked her, scowling.
She looked up at me, a bright smile on her face. "It's just no shocker that you're here when you're dressed like that," she said, still smiling.
"What's wrong with the way I dress?" I growled, crossing my arms over my chest defensively.
"It's depressing, sir! No one can be happy if all they wear is black! You should dress in more colors, like me!" she exclaimed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I scanned what she was wearing, and was revolted at the thought of wearing anything like it. Her hair was dyed various tones of blue and clashed horribly with the dress she was wearing.
Her hair:
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