Character Oneshots

Severus Snape

Tw: Death ig, but not really anything, just sad (I hope)

Summary: Severus 'died' during the Hogwarts Battle and Dahlia decides to play the piano when she's reminded of him.

A/N: Don't listen to the songs if you don't wanna, I thought it added more emotion :D

Dahlia POV

I was sitting on our bed. Our bed, thinking about Severus. It had been a month since the war and well since...his passing. I couldn't stop the tears from falling as I held his robes close to me. They still smelt like him... I lay curled up in a ball, sobbing like I haven't before, thinking of all the memories we had together. The more I think, the more I cry. My heart physically hurts from all the crying. After a few long minutes of crying and thinking back, a memory of him playing the piano comes back to me. I remember myself sitting on the chair next to him, admiring his features as his deep, melodious voice echoes in the room. The notes of the piano so gentle in contrast to his deep voice. I smile, tears running down my face as I lay there reminiscing about that beautiful day. 

(P.S This is the flashback, play song now and maybe skip to the chorus🙈)
I was sitting on the sofa, reading a book when I heard the soft notes on the piano being played. I got up and walked to the piano to see Severus playing, his eyes closed and his features relaxed. I slowly walked up and went to sit next to him. He began singing in his deep baritone voice. My heart fluttered on the inside as I rested my head on his shoulder, taking in his masculine scent. He smelt like coffee and parchment, a slight hint of mint balancing out the strength of his Cologne. He stopped singing and turned to kiss me on my forehead, his hands still expertly playing the piano. I looked up at him and smiled

His voice made my insides tingle as I stayed seated, my head resting on his shoulder. He finished his song and placed another gentle kiss on my head, flashing me a genuine smile, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. His dark, brooding eyes seemed to gleam under the dim light, an unusual expression on his face. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his slender and soft hand gently caressing my cheek in the process. With a soft sigh. He spoke in a quiet, soft voice, yet still holding the usual edge in his tone. 

"Merlin, I love you so much."

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His words play in my head, I sob even more as I hum the lyrics to the song, our song. "All of me...Loves all of you." A verse that repeated in my mind constantly. I decide to go downstairs and play the piano. For him. I walked up to the piano and ran my hand over the seat where we sat together. I hold back tears as I open the piano and sit down. I start to play the notes of our song, my hands shaking. But I can't bring myself to start singing, especially without him. I decide to pour my heart out in another song. 

A/N: This is the female version on how I think Dahlia would sound. Feel free to imagine another version :)

3rd Person POV

Dahlia sat alone in the dark living room, tearstained face illuminated only by the silver moonlight. Her slender fingers hovered over the piano keys, but her hands were shaking too much to play. She was lost in a sea of memories, reliving every moment she had shared with her beloved husband.Her mind was filled with images of his stern, yet soft, expressions. She remembered his warm and calming embrace, the way he held her so tenderly, and the way he whispered affectionate words into her ear. 
As she closed her eyes, she could almost hear his deep voice whispering her name. Her heart ached with a raw, primal pain that threatened to consume her. The room seemed to shrink around her, the silence deafening. She missed him so much, so intensely, that it was as though a piece of her had been wrenched away, leaving her hollow and empty. The tears streamed freely down her face as a sob escaped her trembling lips. She longed for his presence, for the strength and comfort he provided. The world seemed so cold and dark without him. She missed his sarcastic wit, his sardonic comments, and the way he would roll his eyes whenever she nagged at him about something. She tried to recall all the happy memories they had shared, but it only made her heart ache all the more. The thought of living the rest of her life without him filled her with anguish. The silence was unbearable, the loneliness overwhelming. She yearned to feel his touch, to hear his voice, to be enveloped in the safety of his arms once again. She tried to focus on the keys of the piano, to force her mind to think of something other than the absence of her husband. But the music that filled the room only amplified the sense of emptiness that echoed within her. Each note felt like a dagger, reminding her of the loneliness that consumed her. She longed for the comfort of Severus' presence, the warmth of his embrace, and the sound of his steady, calming voice. Time seemed to lose all meaning, the minutes blending into one as Dahlia continued to sit at the piano, immersed in her grief. The world outside didn't exist, only the memories of her lost love filled her mind. She played the keys, pouring her heart and soul into the music, each note a reflection of her deep longing and boundless love for Severus. As she played, the memories continued to flood her mind, both happy and painful. She remembered the first time they had met, the way his dark eyes had studied her, the sarcastic words that had slipped from his lips. She remembered the way he had looked at her, his gaze filled with a mix of irritation and fascination, the unexpected spark of attraction that had blossomed between them, and the reluctant confession of his feelings for her. Dahlia's tears continued to fall, landing softly on the ivory keys as she continued to play. She was reminded of the tender moments they had shared, the stolen kisses and secret smiles. She remembered the way he had held her, his touch so gentle yet so sure. She remembered the warmth of his embrace, the scent of his skin, and the sound of his steady heartbeat in the quiet of the night.

Dahlia POV

I finish the song in tears. I clutch onto his robes and cry, when I hear the door open. I don't bother to check who it is, knowing its probably Minerva coming to check on me again.

"Not now, Minnie." I say wiping my tears away.

"Now that's no way to greet your husband, is it?"

I hear the voice reply. No, I must be imagining things. Tears fill my eyes as I hesitantly turn around. I see Severus standing in the doorway, leaning on a cane, his arm in a cast.

"S-Severus...."

I whisper, in disbelief. Tears run down my face as I get up, quivering  and make my way towards him. I stand in front of him and reach out, my hand shaking. I hesitantly touch his face, making sure my mind isn't playing tricks on me. I feel his smooth skin on my fingertips and burst out crying. I hug him tightly, being careful not to injure him further

"Severus!"

I sob into his shirt.

"Shh, I'm here, love" He gently strokes my hair, trying to calm me down. I hold onto him for dear life as if he's going to leave again. He keeps on stroking my hair as I cry into his chest.

"I-i thought you were dead!" I look up at him.

"Shh, sweetheart. I promise I'll explain everything."

He softly says, placing a soft kiss on top of my head as he leads me over to the sofa.

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Hey Everyone!
The story had kind of a sloppy ending, ik :/
Please feel free to request any ideas you may have and give me (much needed) advice on how to improve my writing xD

Also, I know the lyrics doesn't really match the situation but certain parts did and I found it super sad lmao

Anywayss, have a great day/night

~Laylaa