Isn't He Lovely-Professor Snape

Post War Pt 1

As the soft glow of dawn painted the room in muted hues, the morning unfolded with a quiet serenity. I stirred in the hospital bed, the warmth of sunlight streaming through the window coaxing me into consciousness. The rhythmic beeping of monitoring charms provided a gentle backdrop to the new day.

Severus lay beside me, his eyes opening as if synchronized with the dawn. Our hands, still entwined, spoke volumes of the shared journey we had traversed. His gaze met mine, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection that bound us together.

"Good morning," he whispered, a tender smile playing on his lips.

"Good morning," I replied, returning the smile. The room seemed to shimmer with the promise of hope, a stark contrast to the shadows that had lingered before.

The door creaked open, revealing a Healer with news of Severus's impending discharge. She smiled warmly, her efficient routine a testament to her dedication. "How are you feeling this morning?" she inquired, her eyes assessing both Severus and me.

"Better," Severus answered, a touch of wry humor in his voice.

The Healer's stern expression softened into a smile. "Good to hear. Now, breakfast for both of you."

As we shared a quiet breakfast, the aroma of potions mingling with the scent of toast and tea, the atmosphere shifted from the somber stillness of the previous days. We exchanged glances, wordlessly acknowledging the gratitude for each morsel of normalcy that this morning brought.

Severus spoke, breaking the peaceful silence. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine. "Niamh, I... I was wondering... if you'd consider staying with me," he offered tentatively.

Without a moment's hesitation, I responded, "Yes, Severus. Yes, a thousand times over." The joy in his eyes mirrored the profound love that bound us together—a love that had weathered the storm and emerged stronger on the other side.

Our conversation then wove through plans for the future, dreams born out of the resilience we had discovered within ourselves. The morning unfolded with shared laughter and the easy camaraderie that had defined our connection.

As the sunlight bathed the room in golden hues, the morning carried with it a promise—a promise of healing, of shared tomorrows, and the unwavering strength found in the embrace of love.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼

After spending a week with the Weasleys while Severus and I searched for a place to call our own, the time came to bid farewell to the warmth and hospitality of the Burrow. The air was thick with a bittersweet emotion as hugs were exchanged, and promises made to keep in touch. The Weasleys, who had become a surrogate family in times of adversity, expressed their sadness at my departure.

"It's always such a pleasure having you Niamh. You are a part of this family no matter what!" Mrs. Weasley reassured, her eyes reflecting the genuine affection she held for me.

Mr. Weasley joined in, a warm smile on his face, "Niamh, you've brought a unique light to our home. Always remember, the Burrow's doors are open for you anytime."

The twins, Fred and George, chimed in with their characteristic banter, attempting to lighten the mood. "Don't be a stranger, Niamh! We'll expect owls and maybe a howler or two."

Fred, with a mischievous glint in his eye, added, "And if you ever need a laugh, just remember the twins are just a Floo call away."

I couldn't help but laugh at their antics. "I promise, I won't forget you troublemakers. Thanks for being such wonderful friends."