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Unremembered	By : ElegantMess Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 17156 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any characters from the books or the movie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Wow, I am so excited by all the feedback I'm getting on this. I love writing about Severus because I am blessed to have built in inspiration. My husband is like Severus in so many ways dark and sexy, brooding and sarcastic, dry humor and stubborn, and he's got the smolder too. But I'm also lucky He can be sweet and he will apologize when he's knows he's wrong. OK enough about how lucky a woman I am. A few answers to some of your questions... Severus is technically 47 but with the accident is now 30 and Hermione is 27 almost 28. They have been together 6 years and married for 4 years. I don't want to give away any more details so you'll just have to keep reading to find out more.

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      As the soft early morning light filtered in the windows, she snuggled deeper into her husband's warm arms. At some point while they had been sleeping, they were drawn to each others warmth and ended up entangled in each others' arms. Her head was pillowed on his upper arm, his face was buried in the hair at the base of her neck. He had pulled her back, flush up against his broad chest and his arm was wrapped snugly around her waist. As she stirred to check her muggle watch, it was half-six already, she sighed and pulled slightly away from him. He, without waking, possessively pulled her back into his embrace. She snuggled back, closed her eyes, and sighed again, today was going to be a hard day. He would have many difficult questions to answer.

     Poppy came out of her office and saw the two snuggled together. She smiled and silently did a few diagnostic scans with her wand. Satisfied with the results, she decided to let them sleep. She would do her rounds, and later, after they woke and had breakfast she would release Severus from her care. With another grin at the pair she left to do her rounds.

      He awoke to a small female form pressed back into his chest and allowed the smallest smirk as he breathed in deeply the smell of her hair. Her scent reminded him of a small flower garden his mother had kept when he was a child. Lavender and chamomile, a very pleasing combination. He stretched his long body with cat-like grace and pulled the woman's still form closer. As the draught of dreamless sleep wore off his mind was again, barraged with questions.

      "I was wondering, Mrs. Snape if you would tell me your first name." he whispered silkily in her ear.

      She gasped softly and quickly rolled over to face him. "How did you know that I'm your wife?" She whispered.

      He cocked an eyebrow. "Ah, the powers of simple observation. You and I are wearing matching bands on our left ring fingers. And other than my mother, no woman has ever shown me the kind of concern and compassion, that you have demonstrated since I awoke yesterday." He whispered with a smirk.



      "Oh," she blushed prettily, "Um, well, my name is Hermione Jean Granger Snape." she said with a smile.

      "Well, add but a few more middle names and the length of your name would rival even Albus'. Which brings me to my next question. Normally the meddlesome old man would have been here within moments of any kind of major accident in this school. So where is he?" He said sarcasm beginning to leach into his voice.

      Her eyes brightened with tears as she clambered out of the bed to stand and pace beside it. He reached out, took his wand, and returned the bed to it's original small lumpy state. She wrung her hands and chewed her lip, as she thought about how to tell him the difficult truth.

      "Um, well..." She began. "He's ... um..." she tried again. She took a deep steadying breath, "He's dead" she finally blurted. She swiped at a few stray tears that had escaped, as she continued to pace.

      His eyes narrowed, everything in her body language said there was alot more that she seemed unwilling to divulge. Raising up on one elbow he reached out and caught her wrist in mid-stride. "What are you not telling me?" He asked through gritted teeth.

      "Oh, Severus, why do you want to confront the hardest and most difficult question first?" She mumbled to herself. She sat in the chair beside his bed.

    "Why, must you drag out the inevitable? Better, to just tell me, and get it over with. How did he die?" he growled.

    With a deep sigh she steeled herself. "I'm afraid I cannot just tell you how he died, I feel I really should tell you some of what has happened in the past seventeen years, so that you'll understand what led to his death ten years ago. He groaned. She then proceeded to tell him all that she knew about the years leading up to Dumbledore's death. He was irritated when she insisted on starting at the beginning of his memory loss.

      He scowled when she first mentioned James Potter's son. He listened carefully when she told of all that happened with Quirrell. He smirked and chuckled darkly, when she told him about his 'duel' with Lockheart. He growled when she told him about, Sirius Black and his escape from the dementors in her third year(omitting of course that it was her and Harry who helped him escape).  As she explained about the Tri-wizard Tournament, about the darkening of Karkaroff's mark, and his intentions to flee, Severus narrowed his eyes.

      When he heard about Voldemort's return and the Ministry's absolute denial, his whole body seemed to radiate anger. As Hermione described Dumbledore's withered hand and the promise he made Severus make, he became quite still, he lowered his eyes and shook his head slowly. As her recitation of history narrowed to the events in the Astronomy Tower, her throat was tight, and her words choppy. Finally, she told him of Dumbledore's last pleading words.



       "NO!!" He roared, as he got up from the bed. He stalked back and forth, in silence, fury pouring of him in waves. Hermione had seen him angry before, yelling, in tirades that could frighten dementors, but this, this silent fury, was truly terrifying. What scared her the most was, she knew that it was all directed at himself.

      He turned to face her, his voice low and raw with emotion, "So, in the end, Draco failed and I was the one to cast the Avada Kedavra?" She merely nodded, her throat so constricted with emotion she was unable to speak. "And Potter was able to destroy the Dark Lord?" Again she merely nodded.

      "All for the greater good..." He mumbled, sounding remarkably like Dumbledore for an instant. His usual impassive expression dropped as she watched, raw naked emotion play across his features. The inner war of emotions seemed to take their toll as he staggered. Quickly she was at his side, to help him back into his bed. She knew, that before his memory loss what had happened between he and Dumbledore, had always laid heavy upon his shoulders. And now, to watch him experience that burden as though for the first time, was heart-wrenching.

      As though sensing the need to alleviate the heavy weight of tension, Poppy arrived with the breakfast tray. "Good morning. How are you feeling this morn...?" The question died on her lips as she noticed the dark look on Severus' face. Placing the tray on the nearby table, she quickly rounded on Hermione.

      "Young woman! What have you done? Did I not clearly state that he should remain calm!? After all that he has been through..."

      "Poppy," Severus growled. "She is not at fault. I insisted that she tell me about Albus' death." Poppy gasped.  "It was difficult to hear, but it was better to get it said and done. Now if you are finished berating my wife, I would like to eat and conclude my stay in this lumpy hospital bed." He ground out through gritted teeth.

    Poppy paled and stammered as she tried to figure out what to say to all of that. Squaring her shoulders she finally said, "Yes, well, I've done all the necessary scans, and once you're done eating, I would be pleased, for you to excuse yourself from my hospital wing!" She then turned and left briskly.

      Hermione giggled, "I think your comment about her hospital beds being lumpy may have bothered her a bit." She stood and quietly arranged the table so that it was over his lap and placed his breakfast tray upon it. "I'll go get you a fresh set of robes for when you leave." She looked at Severus. He was scowling at his tray. "What's wrong?"

      "This food looks vile. I'd rather go to my rooms and have a house elf bring me something." He pushed the tray away, and picked up his wand. "Accio Severus' clean robes!" He growled. "...go get my robes, indeed... Are you a witch or not?" The robes flew into his waiting hand. He stood and drew the curtain about his bed effectively shutting her out while he changed. When he withdrew the curtain, she saw that he had transfigured the robes to fit his now leaner figure. Imposing as always, he briskly started the trek down to their rooms in the dungeons. She followed silently behind, nearly running, trying to keep pace with his long strides.
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