Broken But Beautiful (SnapeXReader) COMPLETE

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The end of my sixth year was two weeks ago. I am spending the summer at Severus's house.

All my end of year tests were exempt so I didn't have to worry about them. I didn't go to any classes since Emma died.

Emma died almost six months ago. I miss her so much. I cry almost every night and self harm daily.

I feel so emotionally unstable. I keep getting mad at Sev over little things and I can't help it. I don't even know how he is still by my side. But I am grateful that he is. Him and Draco are the only constants in my life. The only people I can rely on. I am so thankful for both of them.

A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts.

"Come in." I said.

The door opened and Severus stepped inside my room. He gave me a small smile. "Do you want some dinner?"

I shook my head. "I am not hungry."

Severus crossed the room and sat down next to me on my bed. "Y/N, you need to eat something. You haven't had anything all day." He said gently.

"I will eat tomorrow."

"You said that yesterday."

"Well I mean it today."

Severus was silent for a moment. He gently interlaced our fingers and rested our hands on my thigh. "Can you please come eat something?"

"I said I am not hungry."

"Y/N please. For me."

I looked over at him. He searched my face. I noticed how worried he looked. "I said I will eat tomorrow." I said quietly.

He sighed through his nose. "Fine but I will hold you to it and if you don't I will force feed you." He and I smiled. "Well, I am going to make myself something to eat. If you get hungry later let me know and I can make you something." I nodded. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on my forehead. "I love you."

"Love you too."

He stood up and left my room. I laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

I haven't eaten in two days. Food just makes me feel sick.

My eyelids feel heavy. I am not even going to bother keeping them open. I dont have the energy anyways.

"Y/N." I opened my eyes.

Early afternoon light flooded the room. Wait...... I was in my dormitory at Hogwarts sitting on my bed. Who said my name? I looked over at Emma's bed. She was sitting cross legged with a fashion magazine in front of her. She was smiling at me.

"Emma?"

"Yes?"

"Is it really you?"

"Of course it is. Why would I not be me?"

I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes. Emma was still there and we were still in our dormitory. "Are you ok Y/N?"

"I dont know."

Emma got off her bed and sat down on mine. "What's wrong?"

"You're supposed to be dead." I whispered.

"What?"

"I- You- Emma, you died."

"What are you talking about Y/N. You are freaking me out."

"I swear you died. Emma, Dumbledore told me that some of Voldemort's followers killed you."

"You must have been dreaming."