His Wife | Severus Snape x OC

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Rosabelle strolled past the students when she halted, curious as to why Seamus and the other Gryffindors huddled over a copy of The Daily Prophet.

"He's been sighted!" Seamus exclaimed in panic.

Furrowing her brow, Rosabelle approached the group with curiosity.

Ron asked, "Who?"

The front-page photograph of the Prophet provided a chilling answer: Sirius Black.

Rosabelle frowned at the sight of the man she was once friends with. He appeared excessively miserable, and Rosabelle couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Hermione read over the shoulders of others and whispered to herself, "Achintee? That's not far from here..."

Neville asked, "You don't think he'd come to Hogwarts, do you?"

Lavender huffed, "With the Dementors at every entrance?"

Seamus replied, "Dementors? He's already slipped by them once, hasn't he? Who's to say he can't do it again?"

Rosabelle sighed, whispering to herself as she rubbed her temple, "What are you thinking, Sirius?"

What was Sirius attempting to accomplish here? Who was he trying to reach? Was it possibly Harry? Or her? Or maybe Remus?

The Gryffindors yelped in surprise when they finally noticed the woman behind them.

"Do you know him, Professor?"

"Are you friends with him?"

"What happened to him, Professor?"

Questions rained down on the woman, who looked down and took a deep breath.

Rosabelle smiled sadly, "I wonder what happened to him too."

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Remus assured the boy, "But I want you to picture her clothes, only her clothes, very clearly in your mind. Can you do that?"

Neville closed his eyes, "She carries a red handbag..."

Remus said, "That's fine. We don't need to hear it. If you see it, we will. Now, when I open this wardrobe, Neville, here's what I want you to do... You can do this, Neville."

Neville nodded nervously and took a deep breath.

Remus smirked, "Right then. Wand at the ready. One. Two. Three!"

Sparks jet from Remus' wand, strike the doorknob, and the wardrobe burst open. Instantly, Severus Snape appeared, eyes flashing hideously as he stalked forward.

Neville backed away in fright.

Remus said, "Think, Neville. Think!"

Neville panicked, but he calmed down a bit after remembering that Rosabelle would always be standing beside Severus, encouraging him while side eyeing her husband.

"R-r-riddikulus!"

CRACK! Severus stumbled in a flash of light and reappeared... in a long, lace-trimmed dress, towering moth-eaten hat, and crimson handbag.

Instantly, the class roared, except for Draco and his fellow Slytherins. Neville blinked, amazed, then slowly grinned to himself. "Oh, I can't wait to tell Professor Rosabelle about this!"

Remus' smile widened when he heard the name come out of Neville's mouth. It was nice seeing one of his close friends being adored by students at Hogwarts.

"Guess nothing changed, huh?" He whispered to himself as he shook his head.

After many students were done, only one student remained.

"Next!" Remus called out to the next student, who happened to be Harry Potter.

Remus turned and saw Harry step forward expectantly. Concern flickered across Remus' face. The Jack-In-The-Box pivoted on its spring, its face tumbling toward Harry, becoming more sinister, transforming into a Dementor... no... it changed quickly.

A Dementor... and a familiar woman gazing at him dead in the eyes with teary eyes and a sad smile.

Harry's eyes widened, and he gasped in terror; he was in shock. Harry started to raise his wand, but he froze when the woman began muttering something.

"It was all your fault, Harry..." She repeated, over and over and over again.

Harry could feel his heart stop beating.

The Dementor was sucking on her soul, and the woman didn't say anything; she just closed her eyes and accepted her fate.

"Rosabelle..." Remus whispered to himself before he too couldn't stand to watch any longer and decided to intervene. He stepped between the two and raised his wand.

"Riddikulus!"

The Dementor and Rosabelle vanished.

Harry Potter was, in fact, terrified and angry with himself. How could he? The title 'Chosen One' didn't suit him at all if he couldn't even save the woman whom he had thought of as a mother.

Draco Malfoy watched from afar, his fist clenched and his teeth gritted. He wanted so badly to stop the class earlier upon watching Rosabelle in pain, even though it wasn't real. "And people call you The Chosen One? Ridiculous," he muttered under his breath.