His Wife | Severus Snape x OC

forty-three

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"Can you believe it? The first thing he taught us was the Unforgivable Curses. And he tortured the poor spider... right in front of Neville," Hermione said with a frown, taking a sip of the tea Rosabelle had prepared.

It had become a weekly routine for Hermione to visit Rosabelle's office for a chat. She always had plenty to share, including the latest gossip.

Rosabelle furrowed her brow, sensing something amiss. "Hermione, I don't want to jump to conclusions, but please keep an eye on Harry and Neville when you're in his class, alright? I have a bad feeling about him."

Hermione gasped. "You too, Professor? There's definitely something off about him. And the way he constantly drinks from that flask every ten minutes..."

Rosabelle took a deep breath. Alastor Moody had always been peculiar, according to what she had heard. But now that she had encountered him herself, it seemed that Moody's behavior was even more bizarre than usual. According to Severus and McGonagall, he was even stranger than they remembered.

Their moment was abruptly interrupted by a knock on Rosabelle's door. The girls turned to see Harry standing there, holding something in his hand.

"Hermione? Are you busy, Professor? I can come back later," Harry offered.

Rosabelle smiled warmly. "It's alright, Harry. Come in."

Hermione scooted over to make room for Harry.

Taking a seat, Harry placed something on the coffee table. "I brought some cakes, Professor. I thought we could eat them together."

Hermione grinned. "Even me?"

Harry rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course, Mione. Especially you."

Rosabelle felt a surge of affection as she looked at the children before her. They had grown taller, stronger, and more mature. She had never been prouder. "Thank you, Harry."

Rosabelle couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through her as she watched Harry and Hermione exchange playful banter. It was moments like these that reminded her of her times during Hogwarts.

Accepting a slice of cake from Harry, Rosabelle savored the sweetness as she listened to the children recount their latest adventures. Hermione, always eager to engage in lively conversation, began recounting some interesting facts she had learned in her recent studies. Harry listened attentively, occasionally chiming in with his insights.

Rosabelle watched them with a fond smile, feeling grateful for these precious moments. She joined in their conversation, sharing her own experiences.

A few moments later, Severus found himself standing outside Rosabelle's office. He paused when he heard laughter spilling out from within.

Severus grunted under his breath. "Potter. Granger."

The door was partially ajar, tempting Severus to barge in and disrupt their merriment. However, upon hearing Rosabelle's laughter, he hesitated. Peeking through the opening, he caught sight of his beloved wife with a wide, radiant smile adorning her face.

Severus took a deep breath and sighed heavily. How could he interrupt when those imbeciles were responsible for bringing such joy to his wife?

With a resigned shake of his head, Severus continued on his way, leaving the trio to their laughter-filled gathering.

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After Hermione excused herself to study, Harry and Rosabelle were left alone in the room. As Rosabelle tidied up, Harry suddenly posed a question.

"What are your thoughts on the Triwizard Tournament, Professor?" Harry's question caught Rosabelle off guard.

"Planning to enter, are you, Harry?" Rosabelle teased, raising an eyebrow.

Harry chuckled. "No way. I'm not about to risk my life in a tournament. Plus, I'm not even seventeen yet."

Rosabelle affectionately tousled Harry's hair. "I know, dear. But tell me, what are YOUR thoughts on the tournament?"

Harry grew quiet for a moment, his gaze drifting downward. "Honestly, I think it's a foolish idea. People have died in the tournament before. Why would they bring it back?"

Rosabelle sighed, her expression mirroring Harry's concern. "You and I share the same question, Harry."

Rosabelle watched Harry closely as he fell silent. "Harry? Are you alright?"

For a moment, Harry didn't respond, but then he shook his head. "I've got a really bad feeling about this tournament. Who do you think will represent Hogwarts?"

Rosabelle frowned, troubled by Harry's unease. "Most likely, Cedric Diggory. He mentioned to me once that he was interested in participating."

Harry clenched his jaw. "Can... can anything be done about this tournament, Professor?"

Regrettably, Rosabelle shook her head. "I'm afraid not, Harry. I don't have the authority to intervene in this matter."

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Rosabelle closed her eyes as she embraced the man before her with all her might, holding onto him like a lifeline.

Severus, moving about the room tidying up, allowed his wife to cling to him, knowing she needed the comfort. Every so often, he pressed kisses on her forehead and gently tousled her hair. He understood all too well the turmoil she was facing; he, too, was troubled.

Eventually, Severus carefully eased his wife onto the bed. However, she refused to let go, pulling him down with her. Now, Severus found himself lying atop Rosabelle.

"Can we just stay like this, Sev?" she whispered, inhaling his familiar scent deeply.

"For as long as you need, my love," Severus replied softly, continuing to stroke her hair tenderly, soothing her into a peaceful slumber.