One More Light (Severus Snape's Love Story)

Chapter 20

It was Wednesday and Sam's working time was not getting better from last week so far. She was exhausted when she finally reached her apartment lobby. She greeted the receptionist as usual and entered the lift.

Once she reached her floor, she dragged her feet and walked while staring at the floor. She was so sleepy that when she saw a pair of small shoes with small feet, she lifted up her head to see a small boy was sitting in front of her door.

She turned around and didn't find anyone else. She looked at the number by the door and it was hers. She turned around to see the floor number that was displayed by the lift and it was her floor as well.

She looked down to the boy and he was staring back at her with very dark eyes as if he was unhappy.

"Uhmm... " she opened her mouth but couldn't form words. His face was like accusing her for doing something wrong. "Uhh... are you lost?" She finally could asked.

He didn't open his mouth to answer. But his scowl got more prominent.

She frowned and thought of checking with next doors. Though she wasn't sure, but she remembered that both of her neighbors were singles like her. The units there were 1bedroom units. As far as she knew, all of her neighbors in the same floor were all single males or females.

"This is floor 18 unit B. Do you know yours?"

He then showed her a piece of paper without saying a word.

She took it and there, she found her address written on that paper. 'WTF. What the hell is going on.' She thought in her mind.

The paper was like parchment and the words are written by ink, most probably quill. The boy was definitely from magic folks.

She opened her door and asked the boy to come inside first. She put away all of her things and saw the boy was observing her inside apartment.

He intently stared at her bookcase, her kitchen, her living room. He then walked to in front of her open door bedroom and without entering, he stared inside.

She then asked him, "what's your name?"

"Junior." He said with his very clear and cute voice.

She loved his voice.

She asked again, "who's your parents?"

He was silent. He walked slowly to her bedroom. He then put down his palm to her bed. He slowly moved his palm, as if he wanted to feel the fabric.

"Junior," she called him.

He then walked to the display of pictures on her work desk. He looked at the pictures one by one.

Then without a sound she saw tears falling from his black eyes.

She didn't understand the boy at all, but when she saw how sad he was, she felt as if she wanted to cry too.

She knelt in front of him and turned him to face her. She wiped his tear and asked, "what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

He still didn't say a word, he only placed his palm to her cheek and slowly his thumb moved, rubbing her cheek and then he leaned to hug her.

Sam was surprised when the boy hugged her hesitatedly but then she hugged him back and asked again, "what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Don't you want me?" He asked in whisper.

She felt as if her heart was ripped of from her when she heard him. She really didn't understand why, but inside, she was screaming that she wanted him. But her mind was trying to reason with her that she didn't answer. She only rubbed his back and said, "don't cry."

He whimpered in his cry and it was so soft that she could hear it clearly only because his face was exactly next to her ear. She was sure that his sadness was genuine, it was just that she couldn't understand what exactly made him cry and who the boy was.

She let him cry for quite long time until she felt her knees were stiff and when she was going to push the boy away, she felt his head dropped to her shoulder. She carefully moved him and saw he was asleep.

She carried him and he was so comfortable and continued to sleep on her shoulder.

She placed him on her bed and she saw his face. He looked pale. His hair was pitch black just like his eyes. His nose and lips were so familiar but unknown. She looked at the clock and it was almost midnight.

She needed to work the next day but she still didn't know his parents. He was probably not a muggle so she couldn't call police.

She took a quick shower and laid down next to the boy while thinking what to do when the boy snuggled closely to her and softly she heard him said, "mommy."