Shadow and Light {Severus Snape x OC}

Chapter 9

Summary:

My name is Alice and I have a godchild his name is Harry and I love him dearly...

Chapter Text

Two weeks had passed, and the classes with the three, sometimes four young ones had gone well. Alice felt that they had all progressed to some extent, which was excellent news for her challenge with her Potion colleague and for her self-confidence. Maybe she was meant to be a teacher after all?

"Was your exam this morning?" she asked.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had come to report on the evaluation that indeed took place that morning. The three youngsters looked quite tired; they must have studied late the night before, she assumed.

"It wasn't an easy assessment, I must admit. Professor Snape chose to evaluate us on some rather complex potions, but I think I managed pretty well..." Hermione said.

"If you did 'pretty well,' how should we feel about this exam?" Harry asked.

"It stinks, I tell you!" Ron declared, making a face.

"That's a bit vulgar, young Weasley... Besides, I'm sure you all did just fine! No worries... In the last few lessons, you've all been very attentive, and honestly, if I had access to the grading for the House Cup, I would have given you points for your rapid progress!"

"She's exaggerating, Harry, I think she's lying and we're toast..." Ron whispered.

"Of course not!" Alice retorted.

"Well, excuse me, professor, but I have other studying to do..." said Hermione, heading towards the exit.

"Maybe you should go study with her, Ron..." Harry suggested, nodding towards the door.

"Oh, come on, studying right after a big exam? What a pleasure! I'd rather stay here..." He crossed his arms and headed for a chair to sit down.

Hermione, who understood where Harry was going with this suggestion, turned around and grabbed her friend by the arm, pulling him out of the room.

"No! Save me, help, not that..." He grimaced, pleading with his faithful friend, who simply waved goodbye.

"Good luck studying, you two!" Alice said, smiling, amused by the trio's dynamic.

She began to tidy up the few books she had left on her desk.

"You said you'd tell me what happened in more detail after the exam..." Harry began rather abruptly.

She stopped what she was doing, stood still for a moment, then with a flick of her wand, closed the door.

"That's true... But I'm sorry to disappoint you; I don't have much to share..."

"I'm not disappointed; I'm not expecting an epic tale. I just want to know what happened to you..."

Alice studied the young man for a moment. It was early; they had really only known each other for two weeks, and the story of her accident was a part of her she preferred to keep buried deep inside. But it was Harry, the son of her beloved Lily, Harry, the little one she cherished, her godson.

Alice had never truly understood religion. She hadn't been raised that way, and despite Lily's many attempts to explain it to her, she saw no point in it. The concept of baptism and godparenting completely escaped her. When Lily had asked her to be the godmother halfway through her pregnancy, Alice had accepted out of friendship, but it wasn't until after the birth that she grasped the importance of this role.

But meeting him, that fragile and innocent little being, Harry... There was no need for a blood connection to love a child like her own.

"Sorry, maybe this isn't a topic you want to discuss after all."