A Potion For Everything (Severus Snape x Oc)

Remember

He looked at her hand as it forced his own down. Gripping the wand, with unclear intentions. Did he truly, in that moment, mean to end Dumbledore? Could he? Did he have the resolve? He hated killing. Came with the package of all things, granted... both sides could care less how many of their own kind they slaughtered. It was interesting what was now playing though his mind. 'Magic blooms, only in rare souls.' he heard her say that to herself one morning. He thought it nothing but a mantra at first. Something to keep her going but now. Now. He remembered. That was something he said, Grindelwald.

That's what he saw when he looked behind him. She could be compaired to a snowflake. The pale skin of her arm leading up to mismatched eyes placed neatly around a cage of snow white eyelashes. And a face as round as before, now covered by a bleach blonde head of curls. He fully turned to face her and looked into her white eye. Only her white eye.

And he knew.

She was going to strike, not he.

But not in the way he expected.

'Will we die, just a little?" The words didn't seem to come from her. Her voice. Hanged slightly. It was deeper. Sensual even. And mocking. Severus quickly looked back to the scene infront of him. The horror that was being played out for the order. Dumbledore had risen. He had taken out his wand. And before he could act, it was too late.

Severus reeled back, as the shouts from the other order member and their scrambled actions hissed at the back of his mind in an unforgiving slow motion sound track. A distorted symphony of panic as the unimaginable was just about to happen. Trying his best to sheild his snow white wife, he flung himself to wrap his body around hers. But it was pointless. He was going to die.

"Obliviate"

He blinked slowly.

"So when were you going to tell me this?"

"Albus..?"

"Keeping secrets from me... Again, Severus?"

The question of the elder wizard wasn't registering at first. He looked to Dumbledore. A confused expression painted his constantly exhausted looking face. This. Wasn't right. This didn't feel right. No, no it did. And that's what the problem was. It felt familiar. Too familiar.

"You know.. I have to keep some things from you Dumbledore. Otherwise our.. agreement. Wouldn't work as well as it should. He is a suspicious soul, much like yourself, he will find out." Severus's voice was shaking. Why did he say that? That's not what he wanted to say. There was something... Something he had to say. He felt it. This was wrong. But what was wrong..?

"She's a child." He heard Molly.

"She's on our side." He heard Remus.

"She needs a family." He heard Tonks.

"She's dangerous." He heard Albus.

"She's my wife." Severus said with more intent than he thought. His voice boomed through the kitchen, as if some magical force was there to help him make the old man understand. This was what was missing. There was no fire in him. He was no hot headed Gryffendor. There was however, a raging storm. One where lightning illuminated his soul and by merlin he knew who was in the eye of it. Who swelled his heart so. Who struck him with lighting. And it was time to strike back. For her.

"She is my wife." He said again. This time Dumbledore looked at him. Fully. Those squinted knowing eyes hidden by wrinkles of a growing smile. He hated how he could just sit there. Smiling. Playing with the lives of others and not feel any shame. He claimed to be working for the protection of all wizard kind,but here they were. Arguing over the validity of his marriage. The loyalty of his wife and himself.