His Wife | Severus Snape x OC

thirty-eight

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┊❛ welcome to chapter thirty-eight❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

a/n: its a bit of a long chapter.

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"You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!"

"AND SHE LITERALLY PUNCHED ME! CAN YOU IMAGINE THE NERVE OF THAT MUGGLE?" Draco whined in pain.

Rosabelle stifled a laugh as she examined his face for any additional injuries or bruises. She wasn't surprised that Hermione Granger had stood up to him.

"My father will hear about this!" Draco declared, crossing his arms defensively.

Rosabelle teased, "Oh, I'm sure he'd be thrilled to hear how a girl managed to land a punch on you."

Draco paused, considering Rosabelle's words. She had a point. His father would likely not take kindly to his defeat. As Draco grew older, he began to notice Lucius becoming increasingly strict, constantly reminding him that his time would come to join whatever it was he had planned. The question lingered: what plan?

Rosabelle tousled his hair, saying, "You're fine, Draco."

Draco sighed, a hint of sadness in his eyes as he gazed up at Rosabelle. "Was what I did wrong?"

Tilting her head, Rosabelle asked, "What do you mean?"

Draco looked down, clutching his shirt. "About Buckbeak. I told my father about it. That creature hurt you, and I thought it deserved punishment."

Taking a moment to respond, Rosabelle said, "Thank you for thinking of me. But Draco, you do realize Buckbeak wouldn't have attacked us if we hadn't insulted it, right?"

Draco acknowledged his fault, knowing Rosabelle had a fondness for Buckbeak. He slowly nodded, "I'm sorry. For being immature and causing you harm in the process."

Rosabelle smiled, placing her hand on his face, her thumb gently caressing his cheekbone.

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Ron sat on an old bed, his voice echoing through the room as he called for his friends. Harry and Hermione rushed in, their expressions flooding with relief at the sight of their friend unharmed.

Hermione sighed, her tension melting away. "Ron! You're okay!"

Harry scanned the room anxiously. "The dog... where's the-"

Ron, fear evident in his voice, pointed to the corner and said, "It's a trap. He's the dog. He's an Animagus."

Following Ron's shaky finger, Harry noticed paw prints on the floor, leading to a pair of shoes. His gaze traveled up to find a man lurking in the shadows, his hair unkempt and filthy.

Sirius Black.

Hermione gasped, shocked, before she positioned herself protectively in front of Harry.

"If you want to kill Harry, you have to kill us, too!" she declared, her voice quivering but resolute.

Sirius countered calmly, "No. Only one will die tonight."

Harry pushed Hermione aside, his anger boiling over. "Then it'll be you!"

He lunged at Sirius, grappling him to the ground. With a swift motion, he aimed his wand at Sirius' face.