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Chapter 2
|Chapter 1|
Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader
Warnings: Brief mention of su*cide
Summary: Severus deals with the aftermath of you forgetting him and losing the only person he ever cared about.
Liar.
The word had fallen from your lips multiple times in the past hour. Thousands of thoughts and feelings were swirling around your mind adding to the already terrible migraine you were experiencing. You denied every potion that was brought to you. Convinced it had to of been spiked with something. Many people had stopped past the hospital wing that night to see you. None of which you knew…or rather remembered. It felt like some elaborate prank, or a horrible nightmare which you had yet to wake up from.
Poppy Pomfrey was watching you around the clock. Shooing out visitors when they got too emotional or irrationally angry. One of the men who came to see you became so caught up in his disbelief of your condition he pulled out his wand and aimed it at you. Determined to cast some type of memory charm, but before he could even utter a word he was stunned by the dark-haired man.
Severus… your supposed husband.
He occupied the hospital bed next to yours all night and stared at you intently. Even after you expressed your discomfort he didn’t leave you alone. Every few minutes or so he would utter something to himself under his breath and then hastily scratch words down onto some parchment. It was incredibly annoying. You caught wind of the mumblings here and there. They mostly seemed to be dates. A whispered “August.” or “January.” followed by writing before he stopped to resume his unassigned job as your guard dog. By the time morning came, you wanted to stab him with that quill.
Poppy was the one to finally interrupt your violent thoughts. “I’ve called for a mind healer for you dear, but unfortunately they’re insisting you spend your recovery at St. Mungo’s. I tried-”
“That’s not necessary.” Severus interjected. “She’ll be perfectly fine at our home.” He was up on his feet and gathering up his rolls of parchment. Apparently determined to leave this instant.
“Severus, I’m afraid this situation is out of our control.” She scolded in a low voice.
“Nonsense! I know what’s best for her. I’m her husband Poppy-”
“STOP SAYING THAT.” Silence fell upon the room. Both Severus and Poppy were stunned by your sudden outburst. “You’re…” you paused and swallowed thickly before allowing yourself to look up into the pitch-black eyes that were focused on you. “You’re not my husband. I-I don’t know you. No matter how many times everyone claims it to be true, it isn’t true to me.” Your voice wavered as you spoke, but you continued. Now staring at Poppy, “I’d like to go to St. Mungo’s please.”
Severus was escorted out of the room shortly afterwards, much to his dismay. He ended up storming down to the dungeons, which were mostly still intact despite the war, and into his office. He slammed the door upon entering. Glass jars and bottles tumbled to the floor as a result. He couldn’t hear the glass shattering though. All he heard was your words echoing in his mind over and over.
‘You’re not my husband.’
Severus had never been good at dealing with his emotions, but he had never lost control like this before. It felt as if the world was crumbling around him. All he could see was that disgusted look on your face every time you peered over at him from your hospital bed. All he could feel was hurt.
He fought in this war so he could finally have a future. When he was first made aware that Voldemort returned he considered suicide. He didn’t want to fight in another war. He didn’t want to be surrounded by death and destruction. There was nothing worth fighting for anymore, but then you started working at Hogwarts. You became his reason to fight.
With the war over, he planned on running off with you somewhere to some remote cottage far away from everyone. Settling down and finally creating the life you both had planned. Perhaps even starting a family. It felt like all of that had been lost now.
Severus ended up leaning against a bookshelf. His thumb and pointer finger massaging his temples as he tried to tame his headache. The only sound within the room was his heavy breathing and the occasional crunch of glass when he shuffled his feet.
He felt hollow. Like he was stuck in a cycle of grief and pain. His own thoughts holding him hostage. He didn’t focus on the situation at hand since it only made him angry. He couldn’t focus on old memories of you as they only filled him with sorrow.
Would he ever get to be with you like that again? Would he ever get to tuck a strand of your fallen hair behind your ear? Would he ever get to come up from behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, pressing kisses along your neck until you finally spun around and kissed him back.
Severus let out a shaky breath as his fingers brushed over his lips. He could almost feel your lips against his. It had been less than 24 hours since he last claimed your mouth, but it felt like years.
The sound of his door creaking open paired with the crunching of glass beneath shoes pulled him from his thoughts.
“Severus…” Minerva spoke in a wary tone. When she didn’t receive a response, or even acknowledgment of her presence, she approached the hunched over man nervously. “Severus, Y/N is being transported to St. Mungo’s. Would you like to go with her?”
His grip on the bookshelf tightened. “Severus?” Minerva reached out to gently place her hand on his outstretched arm, but he quickly jerked himself away from her touch.
“Don’t.” He spoke through gritted teeth.
“Severus you should go be with your wife. She isn’t well and pouting down here in the dungeon isn’t going to do squat.”
“She hates me Minerva. There’s no point.” His arm went limp and dropped back to his side. Was this acceptance?
A swift swat to his shoulder made him finally turn to look at Minerva while he rubbed over the area where she struck him. She held up a thick leather-bound book. “Don’t make me use this again Severus.” She waved the book in his face. “I will not allow you to sit around in this filthy room and wallow in self-pity. She doesn’t hate you. She just doesn’t remember you, and when she does the first thing she should know is you were by her side the whole time. Not abandoning her when she needed you most.” She shoved the book into Severus’ chest, causing him to stumble a bit, and turned on her heel to exit the room.
She paused in the doorway and met him dead in the eyes before saying, “You’re not a coward Severus. So, stop acting like one.”
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