His Wife | Severus Snape x OC

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Rosabelle gently rocked Alaric, soothing him to sleep as Severus took a shower. The soft sound of Alaric's snores began to lull her into sleep as well, her eyelids growing heavy.

She was startled awake by the tender touch of Severus' lips on her forehead. His hair was still damp, his clothes fresh, and a towel hung around his neck, proof of his recent shower. "Rest, Belle," he whispered, taking Alaric from her arms. He kissed the baby's chubby cheek before placing him gently in the crib.

"I can't," Rosabelle murmured, stifling a yawn as she leaned into Severus' chest, taking comfort in his familiar scent. "I'm helping with dinner after this. I can't let Molly do all the work."

Severus stroked her long hair, his voice soft. "Rest for now. I'll wake you up."

Rosabelle blinked sleepily, hesitating. "Are you sure? Don't you have work after this?"

Severus gave a small, gentle smile, silently cursing Dumbledore for the mountain of tasks he'd been burdened with. "Yes, but it's nothing I can't handle. Now, go lie down."

Exhaustion weighed on her, the memory of Alaric's restless night still fresh. Alaric was crying nonstop last night. She had been up with him, while Severus was away on a task for Dumbledore. With a tired hum, Rosabelle allowed Severus to tuck her into bed. He held her close, his hand softly stroking her hair until she drifted off to sleep.

They had decided to stay at Grimmauld Place for a while, knowing it was the safest place for their baby, despite Severus' disdain for the location. Rosabelle also felt she could keep an eye on the children in the house, offering some peace of mind.

As Rosabelle drifted off into a peaceful sleep, Severus remained beside her, his gaze lingering on her serene expression. Guilt tugged at him for not being there during Alaric's restless night, but he was determined to make up for it now.

After a few more moments of watching her sleep, Severus carefully disentangled himself from the bed, making sure not to disturb Rosabelle. He approached the crib where Alaric lay, his tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A rare, soft smile tugged at the corners of Severus' lips as he looked down at his son.

Severus adjusted the small blanket around Alaric, ensuring the baby was warm and comfortable, then turned his attention to the door. As much as he wanted to stay with his family, there were still small matters that needed his attention.

He left the room quietly, his mind already shifting to the tasks ahead.

In the kitchen, Molly was bustling about, preparing dinner with her usual efficiency. Severus could hear the clattering of pots and pans, mixed with the occasional snippet of conversation from the other members of the Order gathered in the adjacent room.

"Severus, perfect timing!" Molly greeted him with a warm smile."I was just about to start on the roast. Could you lend a hand?"

"Of... course," Severus hesitated for a moment, but then, with a small sigh, he rolled up his sleeves. Cooking for anyone outside of his family wasn't something he was particularly inclined to do, but for his wife, he would make an exception.

He had been concerned that Rosabelle wasn't getting enough sleep, so he took it upon himself to handle things for her. The task Dumbledore assigned could wait.

As they worked side by side, Molly chatted about the children, the state of the house, and various other topics. Severus listened, offering the occasional comment, though his thoughts kept drifting back to Rosabelle and Alaric.

"Am I dreaming?" Ron muttered, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. "Or is Professor Snape helping mum with the dinner?"

Fred and George appeared behind Ron, exchanging amused glances. "Careful, Ron," Fred whispered, "you might get detention if you don't eat your vegetables tonight."

George snickered, "Or worse, extra homework."

Severus shot them a warning look.

When the meal was nearly ready, Severus excused himself and returned to the room where Rosabelle was still sleeping. He sat on the edge of the bed, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. She stirred slightly but didn't wake.

"Belle," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Dinner is ready."

Rosabelle yawned and stretched, still feeling a bit groggy. "Ready? Sev, I thought you would wake me up so I could help Molly?"

Severus smiled, a rare, genuine expression that softened his usually stern features. "It's been taken care of."

Rosabelle blinked, surprised. "You helped with dinner?"

"Yes," Severus replied calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Now, come along. You need to eat."

Rosabelle chuckled softly, still amused by the thought of Severus lending a hand in the kitchen for anyone other than herself. She sat up, stretching a little before reaching for his hand.

Together, they made their way to the kitchen, where the smell of the evening meal filled the air. The Weasleys were already seated, along with a few other members of the Order, and the sight of the warm, bustling kitchen brought a smile to Rosabelle.

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Sirius leaned forward, his tone serious. "We think Voldemort may be after something... something he didn't have last time."

Moody shot Sirius a warning look, but before he could intervene, Harry spoke up, his curiosity piqued. "You mean... like a weapon?"

Molly, her voice strained with worry, interrupted, "That's enough! He's only a boy! Say much more, and you might as well induct him into the Order straight away!"

Determination flashed in Harry's eyes as he responded, "Good—I want to join. If Voldemort's raising an army, then I want to fight."

Sirius nodded with pride, while Lupin sighed deeply, the weight of Harry's words pressing on him. "I know, Harry. But for all you've been through, you're not an adult—not yet. Still... if things continue the way they're going... I'm afraid before long, you may get your chance."

Molly instinctively pulled Ginny closer, their faces reflecting the gravity of the situation. Even Fred and George, stood silently, the somber mood dampening their usual cheer.

Harry's gaze shifted to Rosabelle. "What do you think, Professor? Shouldn't I be fighting too?"

Before she could answer, Severus, who had been silently eating beside Rosabelle, spoke up. His voice was sharp, cutting through the tension. "This isn't about what you want, Potter. It's about what's necessary."

Rosabelle placed a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder, her expression softening. "Harry, you've already done so much, more than most adults. But rushing into danger won't help those you want to protect. We need you safe and strong for when the time comes."

Harry looked into her eyes, sensing the depth of her concern, and slowly nodded. The room fell into a heavy silence, the crackling of the fire the only sound as the reality of their situation settled in.