A romantic adventure

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Name: Mrs. (Y/n) Snape
Age: 34
Occupation: Astronomy Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry
Spouse: Mr. Severus Snape (January 27th 1988-May 2nd 1998)
Date: Sunday 14th November 2004

Today it's Oliver's 13th birthday. Oliver Severus Snape is my son. He was born November 14th 1991. Just under 7 months after Severus and I got married. We got married on my 21st birthday. April 23rd 1991, it was a magnificent day.

We would've celebrated our 10 year anniversary 3 years ago but unfortunately on the 2nd May 1998, Severus tragically died in the battle of Hogwarts. He was killed by Voldemort's snake. For a while after he died, Oliver kept asking me the same question over and over again.
"When is daddy coming home?" It made me very emotional to say the least because how on earth was I supposed to tell my 6-year-old son that his father was gone.

Severus was the best father Oliver could've had. He was very protective and was there for him whenever he needed him. He'd always sleep in his bed whenever he had a nightmare, he'd always take care of him during my spirals of depression, he always did what he could to make Oliver happy. It made me happy too.

Oliver has my eyes but he has his father's magical ability and his ambition. He also has his fathers hair, his smile, his voice. He's so much like his father. I'm guessing that's why he was sorted into Slytherin house last year. Whenever I look at him, I'm always reminded of all my happy memories with Severus. It makes me both happy and very sad at the same time. I know why. I still miss Severus with all of my heart.

Severus was my soulmate, my everything, my world, my best friend, my husband. He died trying to protect Oliver and I from the dark lord himself. If only he was still here, he'd be so proud of his son, he'd also be proud of me. He'd be proud of Oliver because he inherited his skills and intelligence, he'd be proud of me because I raised Oliver all on my own since he was 6 even during my spirals of deep depression. I only attempted suicide once since Severus died, but when I went to do it, I realised that Oliver couldn't lose his mother too.

He's also caught on to my patterns with depression and works tirelessly to make sure I'm okay. That's another trait he has from his dad. Oliver really cares about me and my wellbeing. I care for him in the same way. He does also ask questions about his father, as he died when Olly was only 6. I'm more than happy to answer them for him, we still have plenty of pictures of us as a family and I have tons of pictures of Severus.

Overall my life just with Olly is very peaceful. He's made many new friends since joining Hogwarts which has made me so happy. I tell him at every opportunity that his father would be so proud of him. He loves it when I do.

Anyway it's his 13th birthday today and we're spending the whole day together. I bought him a new cauldron and a telescope, which made him ecstatic. As we sat in my quarters drinking coffee, he looked at our family portrait and smiled sadly. "Mum, do you still wish dad was here?"

"I do, Olly. Everyday I look at that picture and think about what he would've been like if he was still here,"

"You said he used to teach here, and didn't he teach you?"

"Yeah, he used to teach potions but he also sometimes taught defence against the dark arts. And the year he died he was headmaster,"

"Wow, was he a good headmaster?"

"I don't know Olly. I had to stop teaching so dad could protect us both, but he had to do some terrible things to make sure we weren't killed,"

"Oh right... was it to gain the dark lords trust?"

"Yes... he made a vow with Narcissa Malfoy to watch over her son and fulfil the task if he was unable to do it. The task was to murder Dumbledore, your father really didn't want to do it but he knew he had to."

"That's really sad, mum. Do you think dad still would've died even if he wasn't a double agent?"

"I'm not sure... but there doesn't go a single day where I don't miss him. He was everything to me,"

"I can imagine. I only remember dad  vaguely but I remember one thing that I did with him. I remember when he once came into my bedroom after he heard I was crying. He sat with me and cuddled me as I told him about my nightmare,"

"Yeah, your dad was good like that. He used to do it to me during my periods of depression,"

"Yeah, I think it's a shame when you go through that. I hate seeing you sad ,mum,"

"Thank you, Oliver."

"It's no problem. I love you mum,"

"I love you too Oliver," he looked over at the portrait of the three of us. I began to tear up at what he said to the photo.

"I love you, dad... And I really miss you,"