𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 [𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄] ✔️

SURPRISE!

Spinner's End. Day. Snape read the Daily Prophet in front of the fireplace, since he met Harry and the rest of Weasley's family in the Burrow. He was informed that Hermione began dating Cormac McLaggen. Harry denied it, they were just friends and still knew each other's heart.

He swears he will kill McLaggen if it happens between him and Hermione. His Hermione. That peasant! Doesn't McLaggen know Hermione belongs to him.

Dating? Feck off!

"Severus?" he lowered down the Daily Prophet. His eyes gaze to his mother. "I miss Hermione".

"Suddenly?" he said.

She nodded. "No. My dear Severus. You must understand. You must get her back. Tell her that you're alive. Tell her you love her, tell her everything and marry her. She's with the child, your son, Severus. I'm your mother. I know you have a heart. Build your new life with Hermione that's all I wanted".

"I don't want to mention who. She left and married someone, you risked your life to protect that child and in the meantime you protect her".

He knows what his mother means. She mentioned Lily, James and Harry. Yes, he risks his life for everyone he loves. Hermione is eternity. He folded the Daily Prophet and laid it on the coffee table beside him. Eileen hears him sigh.

"We should move out mother".

"I don't understand. Why do we need to move out? This is our home.. your father's home. I say I miss Hermione and you suddenly want to move out. Don't you want Hermione anymore, Severus? Don't you love her? Don't you want to see your son".

Snape rose up from his chair. He stood in front of the window. Smile as he sees mother and child playing around, throwing snowballs at each other. Of course he wants Hermione, he wants to see his son. One happy family.

"Answer me, Severus!"

He sighs hard. He looked over his shoulder.

"I work so hard to be with my family, Mother. I work so hard for my own family I barely imagine that I had one. .. my sweet love Hermione. She completes me, she is the light of my life".

"If you say so. Then why do we need to move out from here? Hermione knows we're here. We can't move, Severus. Please I beg you".

Snape turns to his mother. "I want to move out because I purchased a new home for us, Mother". her eyes wide. "You, me, Hermione and my son. We'll stay under one roof.. together as family. But for now.. I must let her stay with her life. I want to give her space so that she knows her lover is still alive".

"Mr. and Mrs Alessandro. You two are here in my office because I'd say so. I wrote a letter and you received it with an open heart. You know why you are here?" they nod. "Because your House-elves are here in my office".

She opens the drawer. There, she pulled it out and laid it on top of her desk. She smiles and opens up a story.

"Do you remember the Quidditch World Cup that night? I witnessed something that I hate to say. I saw injustice in the treatment of House-Elves in wizarding world. For example, Barty Crouch's and his elves, Winky. He made her go up to the top of the stadium, and she was terrified, and he's got her bewitched so she can't even run when they start trampling tents".

She cleared her throat. "I was there when it happened. Totally bad treatment of Winky. If she disobeyed, house-elves were neither paid nor given holidays for their work. I try so hard to defend the Elves".

Alessandro sat in silence. Hermione spoke again.

"The rest of the school thought of the organization as a joke. I battled on pretty much alone, employing tactics such as badge-making and petitioning, but with very little effect. I started knitting hats and socks, which I left lying around Gryffindor Tower. By my actions as insults to their race. They refused to clean the Gryffindor common room any more".

"I was hoping to free some unsuspecting elf who picked them up while cleaning the common room but none of the Elves seemed to touch what I did. Except for Dobby the free Elf. Dobby took all the clothes himself, wore most of them making a tower of hats on top of his head. I was not informed of this development, as no one had the heart to tell me".

She tapped her finger on the desk. "Tilly. Your house-elves. She came into my office after my lunch break. She sits exactly in the same spot as you in it, she told me that she was abused by your wife, Mr. Alessandro".

"I will not tolerate it. My wife never beat her up".

"I did a body search on Tilly, Mr. Alessandro. There is a bruised, dry blood, iron burn on her skin. And she became more skinny that your wife hadn't given her food nor a drink. No a drop".

Mr. Alessandro turned to his wife. Then back to Hermione.

"I don't want to argue with you, Ms. Granger. You are war heroes. If it wasn't you, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, our wizardry world would be destroyed. I respect your decision and my wife will face the trial if you say".

She bit her lips then nodded her head. "You will. And I am sorry. You both will come next week for the trial at the Department of Mysteries before noon. Which is 9 o'clock".

"As your wish, Ms. Granger". said Mr. Alessandro. Mrs Alessandro bite her lips in anger towards Hermione. "Is there anything you wanted to say before going back?"

Hermione nodded her head again. "You will no longer need Tilly for your service until the trial. That day you will decide to let her go, or treat her better. Consequences after trial.. the Ministry will decide for you both".

"You really protect the Elves right, Ms. Granger. I admire you".

"Elves have a heart and feelings, Mr. Alessandro. Just imagine your daughter or son being treated like that. What do you suggest then? Kill the person who hurt your child".

Mr. Alessandro chuckles. His eyes meet hers. "I will kill whoever hurt my child, Ms. Granger".

"So I understand. That's what I will do for them. Protect. I'll see you both next weeks".

Later in the evening. The trio just finished their work. Time shows them at 5.15 o'clock. They rushed out of the office. Hermione meet the boys.

"You really sentenced Alessandro's couple for the trial. That's bloody brilliant". said Ron. "But we cannot be there for you, me and Harry have to travel to Transylvania next week. Someone claimed the Dark Arts happened there... again".

Harry nods. "We'll not be here for a while". Harry studied her. "So the trial heh. You do the right thing, Mione". he patted her arm. "What would you do then?"

"I'm going home straight away, right now. I'm so tired. I'll see you tomorrow then". Harry and Ron nod. "Oh. I love Transylvania. Can you two brought me a souvenir from there"

"Sure. Anything. Don't ask for Dracula".

Hermione and Harry laugh. Ron looks confused. "Dracula? What is that? Is the Dracula part of Magic". she shakes her head.

The trio went separate ways. She floo back to Australia. She steps out from the fireplaces, then walks to the bedroom where baby Henry is asleep inside his cribs.

Mr. and Mrs Granger left baby Henry alone knowing Hermione would be back in second. The room is half dark.

She gave a kiss on baby Henry's forehead. She shut the door behind, and went to the kitchen for a drink. She sighs out loud. For a minute, dreaming, she went to her bedroom and took a cold shower.

Moments later. She didn't notice someone sitting on the single couch at the corner of the room. Since she came back, she didn't bother to turn on the light. She likes the way it is.

Half dark.

Hermione is about to walk towards the balcony. Someone called her name by whispers. A familiar voice she believed to be dead years ago.

How is it possible?

My sweet love.. my Hermione.. the light of my life... it's me..

Slowly she turned where the single chair stood. She can see the dark figure move. And it moves slowly towards her.

Eyes open wider, she backs away from the figures. In second, her eyes begin to blur and turn dark before she unconscious herself on the floor. And felt nothing after she passed out.