His Wife | Severus Snape x OC

thirty-five

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Deciding to check on Harry in the Hospital Wing, Rosabelle entered to find the boy engaged in a conversation.

"I'm scared, Professor," Harry's voice trembled.

Remus replied, "I'd consider you a fool if you weren't."

Rosabelle furrowed her brow, intrigued by Harry's fear. What could he possibly be afraid of?

Harry hesitated before responding, "I need to learn how to fight them. You could teach me, Professor. You made that Dementor on the train go away..."

Remus answered, "There was only one that night."

"But you made it go away," Harry insisted.

Pausing, Remus replied, "I don't pretend to be an expert, Harry. But yes, I can teach you. Perhaps after the holiday. For now, though, I need to rest. I'm feeling... tired."

Feeling a pang of sympathy for Remus, Rosabelle looked down, nervously fiddling with her finger. After a moment's hesitation, she decided to finally make her presence known.

"How are you feeling now, Harry?" she asked, taking a seat next to Remus.

Harry's eyes lit up upon seeing Rosabelle, a wave of relief washing over him. "Good. Where have you been, Professor?"

Rosabelle smiled, gently stroking the boy's hair. She turned her head to greet Remus. "Remus."

Remus smiled softly, nodding in acknowledgment. "Rosabelle."

While Rosabelle and Harry chatted, Remus couldn't help but glance at the two. One well-known aspect of Remus was his knack for noticing the little things. He observed how Harry seemed to have a particular spark whenever he interacted with Rosabelle, akin to a child seeking a mother's attention.

Harry's eyes were always consistently crinkled with happiness during his conversations with Rosabelle.

As Rosabelle continued to chat with Harry, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his fear than met the eye. Determined to understand, she decided to delve deeper into the matter.

"Harry, you mentioned you need to learn how to fight them. What exactly is it that you're afraid of?" she asked gently, maintaining eye contact with the young wizard.

Harry hesitated, glancing briefly at Remus before confiding, "It's the Dementors, Professor. They terrify me. I want to be able to defend myself and others against them."

Understanding the severity of Harry's anxiety, Rosabelle exchanged a concerned glance with Remus. The threat of Dementors within Hogwarts was alarming.

Remus muttered quietly to himself, "Padfoot, you fool..."

Rosabelle glanced at Remus, concern evident in her eyes. "You'll help Harry, won't you, Remus?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, Remus nodded firmly. "Of course."

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Exhausted, Rosabelle trudged towards her chamber, her steps heavy with weariness from battling the Dementors.

Upon entering, her eyes widened at the sight of Severus Snape seated on the couch, hands clasped, his face obscured by his disheveled hair.

"Sev?" she whispered softly.

Severus' head snapped up, revealing a paler complexion, messy hair, and trembling hands. Frozen in place, Rosabelle watched as Severus hurried towards her, enfolding her in a tight embrace. His grip was firm yet desperate, one hand cradling her head while the other encircled her waist, pulling her close.

Without hesitation, Rosabelle enveloped Severus in a comforting embrace, drawing him nearer. His subtle tremors and the coldness of his body spoke volumes of his distress. Severus was clearly beside himself with worry, and Rosabelle couldn't help but feel responsible for causing him such concern by sneaking out without a word.

"I was just checking on Harry, my love. I promise, everything's fine. I'm here," she murmured soothingly into his ear, pressing a gentle kiss to his hair. She chose not to disclose the part about visiting Sirius Black, opting to keep that visit a secret. 

Besides, her visit to Sirius was a one-time occurrence, motivated by a desire to confront him about the dead rats he had been sending Severus. The thought of punching Sirius crossed her mind, but she dismissed it quickly.

Severus couldn't shake off the worry that gripped him. Rosabelle was all he had left—his only family. The scars left by Sirius Black were still etched in his memories, a constant reminder of the losses he had endured. 

And now with the Dementors prowling Hogwarts in search of Sirius, Severus couldn't help but worry more about Rosabelle. Despite knowing her capabilities as a powerful witch, Severus couldn't shake off his protective instincts towards his wife. He couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her amidst the chaos.

Since the day Rosabelle became his wife, Severus has managed to bury the dark chapters of his past. The days of relentless bullying and isolation seemed like a distant memory. Now, every day was a celebration of joy and contentment. There was no room for sorrow in his life.

In the arms of his wife, Severus found solace and warmth. Rosabelle Snape wasn't just a part of his life; she was his sanctuary, his haven. She was his home.

Despite Rosabelle's repeated assurances that she wouldn't leave him, the fears still lingered in Severus' heart. Determined, he clung tightly to her, vowing silently never to let her go.

After a prolonged embrace, Severus reluctantly pulled away from his wife, though he kept his forehead pressed against hers. Taking a deep breath, he tried to steady himself. Rosabelle stood before him, a comforting presence in the dimly lit room.

"Sev, would you like something to warm you up? You're freezing, my love," Rosabelle said with a gentle smile, her fingers tracing his cheek. Severus still looked pale, but not as much as before.

Severus nodded in response. "Yes, please."

Rosabelle took hold of his hand, leading him towards the couch, where he settled while she prepared some tea and hot chocolate. Humming softly, she stirred the cup, only to gasp when she felt someone hugging her from behind, catching her off guard.

Severus buried his face in her neck, planting a few kisses along the way.

Rosabelle giggled, feeling ticklish. "Sev, you're distracting me. I'm trying to make something to warm you up."

Severus let out a contented sigh. "You're already warming me up right now. I don't see the problem."

Rosabelle chuckled, turning around to meet Severus' gaze. "I really love you, Sev."

Severus leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers before whispering, "I love you too."