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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25757 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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“Hermione, that’s not amniotic fluid – you’re bleeding.”
While the statement met her ears easily enough, she still struggled to grasp it’s meaning. The little girl who was being carried inside her rolled fitfully and the pain that came with it blurred her vision and made her knees weak. She moaned incoherently and felt Severus pull her up and into his arms in some herculean burst of strength, because even in her pain-muddled mind Hermione knew she was too heavy for him to carry these days. The jolts of the stairs to the living room caused gasps and small shrieks that only caused her husband to hold her tighter and press kisses to her head. He spouted a stream of heart-felt apologies and promises and begged her to hold on, that he’d get help.
The floo ride caused her to black out.
“We’re here, Hermione, it’s going to be fine,” Snape promised her the moment they stepped out of the fireplace at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He walked swiftly through the dimly lit waiting area and right to the front of the queue of people waiting their turn to check in. He growled menacingly at a woman who tried to protest, and the unremarkable woman took one look at him holding his blood-soaked and obviously pregnant wife and her jaw dropped in horror.
Severus knew his body language was screaming that everyone should back off – that he was dangerous. He was silent and rigid and much, much too calm as he told the woman behind the desk what had happened and demanded she hurried. He didn’t have to worry, before he had even finished speaking, a team of medical professionals had appeared with a stretcher and there was a flurry of activity as he lay her carefully on the magically suspended cot.
She woke at the movement and cried out in obvious agony. “Severus!”
“I’m here,” he grasped her hand and hustled along side the team as they transported her to a private room for assessment.
Severus stood back wordlessly while the staff situated the bed and watched as one witch cast several monitoring charms, causing runes to hover over head. He recognized both his wife’s and daughter’s life signs as they hung in suspension at the head of the bed and the rapid, too quick beat of Hermione’s heart met his ears.
Another person cast diagnostic charms and it wasn’t long before he called out. “Placental abruption, she’s lost almost two liters of blood. Blood pressure low.”
His eyes moved from the medical professional’s frantic motions and fury as they tried to help, to his wife who was watching him with her fingers splayed. When their eyes met, she beckoned him closer. She spoke immediately in a frantic whisper.
“Name her Rosa – ” He cut across her.
“You will be naming her.”
“Severus, please!” she gasped and groaned loudly, writhing on the cot as a Healer pressed up her legs and vanished her clothing.
“Hemorrhaging bad!” the tactless man called over his shoulder. There was a flurry of activity from the Medi-witches and -wizards who were prepping what Severus now realized was a surgical suite.
“You’re going to have to leave, sir.”
“No.” His answer was blunt, no-nonsense, and final.
The Healer leveled a gaze at him and the moment froze. Severus didn’t know what the doctor saw in his face, but the man obviously realized he had no intention of changing his mind. He flicked his wand at Severus, who was suddenly dressed from head to toe in a sterilized robe much like the ones worn by the staff surrounding them. Hermione pulled his attention back with a gasp followed by a loud sob.
“I’m here,” he told her for the second time in only minutes. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Harry – Ron,” she begged. “Please…” she sucked in a ragged breath and sobbed again as more pain overcame her.
“I will owl them later.”
“Name her Rosalind Eileen – honor my – oh!” Another stab of pain obviously took her words away, and her face crumped as tears splashed down her cheeks. He reached both hands to cup her jaw and wipe the tears away only to realize how cold and clammy her skin was, his stomach dropped.
Fuck.
Was he going to lose her?
He couldn’t…he couldn’t do this without her.
Be a parent.
That wasn’t part of the deal.
It was like she read the realization in his eyes. “I’m going to fight like hell, Severus,” she promised in a tired voice. “But if I … name her for the tradition my mother started and for your mother. Shakespeare and your mother’s name. Love her so much – you have so much love to give…” She gave a torn gasp and her head tilted back, her face screwed up with the constant torment she was obviously feeling. Gods, he didn’t want to remember her like this.
What are you thinking! he chastised himself. She’s not going to die.
“Blood pressure’s bottoming out!”
“Hang three units!”

Severus barely comprehended as a young Medi-wizard rushed to the bedside carrying what appeared to be small bags of blood. He watched as the wizard frantically tapped his wand on Hermione’s chest and then tapped the small bags in his hand. “Blood is compatible. Safe to administer!” He called out urgently. An older Medi-witch grabbed the bags with haste and with a wave of her wand, their contents floated through the air, hovering over Hermione’s small, pale form. A soft warm glow came to her skin as the blood slowly disappeared from the air above her. She was in no condition to drink blood replenishing potion. This was a much more rapid and direct way. The young Medi-wizard stumbled back from the bed and it was then that Severus noticed the young man’s badge said: Medi-wizard in Training. His look was panicked, and it was clear he was green to all this. Severus wanted to rage. A Student? What was a student even doing in the room at such a moment! Before he could protest his focus was pulled to the wizard whose badge read: Chief of Sleep Induction.
“I’m going to have to put her under.”
A caesarian section was the same in the magical world as it was in the non-magical world. The only difference was the medicine and healing that went along with it. Snape realized they were going to cut his daughter out of his wife.
Everything melted to the background as he locked his eyes with hers and promised her he’d do what she asked as long as she promised to stay with him. She gave him a tortured little half smile and whispered, “I love you,” so faintly he almost didn’t catch the words before her eyes rolled back in her head and the magical anesthesiologist was rapidly forming complicated wand movements over her face. He did not miss the fact that she had not made the promise he requested of her. She wouldn’t, though, would she? he thought. Hermione would never make a promise if she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep it.
Severus was shunted out of the way and back against a wall but was too dazed to care as his stare remained on the now relaxed face of his wife. He could see where he had left bright red finger prints on her face and glanced at his hands to see they were covered in her blood. He started trembling violently and one hand involuntarily raised to press the back of his wrist over his mouth as he tried to control his burst of emotions.
As the Delivery Healer tore into his wife’ womb a few minutes later, a loud, horrendous, single-tone beep entered the room. He gagged as his body revolted at the noise. That sound…he knew what that sound meant. Hermione’s heart had ceased to beat. He turned automatically and fled the suite, not able to watch them destroy her body in their effort to free the child that had just murdered its mother. Two Medi-wizards met him in the hall, and he stopped in his tracks when his whole body froze as if he had been hit with a Petrificus Totalus.
The wizards held their hands up, showing that they meant no harm. He almost started laughing – but it came out as a sob. “Who can we contact?” one man said in a soft, calm voice.
“Potter, Weasley,” he answered gruffly, finding it hard to swallow around the thick ball of grief in his throat. “They need to be here.”
The men exchanged a glance before returning their stare to him. One set of eyes widened in recognition. “You’re Severus Snape.” His tone was almost reverent and, in that instant, Snape’s ability to cope with the situation shattered alarmingly.
“Mr. Snape.” The voice was a woman’s, firm but gentle. He heard a soft squawk and felt himself wince at the unfamiliar, but surprising familiar, sound.
“He’s coming around.” That voice he knew very well. Potter.
Then there was a rush of comprehension, and his eyes flew open. “Hermione?” he gasped as he bolted upright in bed. A wave of calm hit him instantly as the witch hit him with a Soothing Charm.
“There you are,” she murmured. “You need to stay in this bed. You hit your head when you passed out.” He didn’t recognize the witch who was running a diagnostic charm on him before propping his bed up to a sitting position.
Severus’ eyes found the two young men he had asked for sitting in a pair of chairs at the foot of his bed. Weasley was holding a bundle of pink cloth. Snape’s eyes narrowed menacingly at the boys and he watched as Weasley swallowed audibly before standing and awkwardly walking over to him.
“She’s perfect,” Ron told his professor while offering the child to him.
Severus didn’t move, just locked stares with first Weasley, then Potter. “Where’s Hermione?”
Neither answered him and Weasley made to hand him the child again. “Take her, Professor,” the redhead insisted.
Severus turned his head to demand answers from the Medi-witch, only to find she had left the room. The squall of the small human in Weasley’s arms drew his attention back to the young man. “She needs you,” Potter insisted from across the room. “Take your daughter, Professor Snape.”
Reluctantly, Severus reached for the swaddled infant. As he registered how light and fragile she was, he pulled the soft bundle to his chest and carefully used his fingers to open the blankets, bringing his daughter’s face into view.
Her features were perfect. Long lashes fluttered against rosy cheeks. Perfect, cupids-bow lips opened in a small cry of discontent. An immediate need to guard and protect, along with a deep feeling of warmth and peace settled over him as Severus adjusted the bundle and held the girl more tightly to his chest. “Hush, now, my little Rosie. Everything will be just fine,” he murmured in his low, rumbling bass. The infant seemed to calm instantly at the sound of his voice and wide, dark eyes opened fully as she found her fist and started to suck on it.
Severus wasn’t sure how long he stared at the miracle in his hands. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. He was startled out of his wonder, however when the two young men sitting quietly in the room suddenly jumped to their feet as the surgical Healer that Severus remembered from before he had blacked out stepped into the room looking careworn and exhausted.
Potter and Weasley both started talking quickly, asking about their best friend while Severus just stared at the man’s face, trying to gage what he was going to tell them. When the man met his eyes, Severus froze in shock.
He could barely breath and wasn’t sure if he’d be able to speak. He didn’t dare believe the words he could see in the Healer’s eyes.
His throat once again choked with emotion, he opened his mouth and said gruffly, “My wife?”
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