His Sacred Dogma

By the Hippy Gypsy

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns a good portion of it. What she doesn't belongs to me. Just to let you know, this is not part of my "Cryptic Delphian" series. Although I have a lot of the same characters and names, they are two completely separate concepts. This story is all romance and drama…some angst too. So anyways, I hope you enjoy this. Severus and Nymphadora will probably never end up together in the books, but I'd like to think that this is sort of what would happen if they did. It's all told from Severus' POV, so I hope you enjoy it.

Introduction: I'm in Love with Nymphadora

Whenever I get gloomy about the state of this world, I like to think about my wife, Nymphadora. I'm thoroughly convinced she's the most wonderful person on this earth, and there's not a lot that could convince me otherwise. If there was, I would've taken it into consideration way back when. I was once a very unhappy man, a Death Eater and a spy, and she took it upon herself to open up to me, and actually get into my thoughts. And although the old me would have done everything in my power to rebel against such a force, to this day I'm grateful for what she did. I have no doubt in my mind that she saved my life, whether in the suicidal sense or the psychological, which I believe would've been my preferred method of death.

But another part of me couldn't help but let her into my life. I was captivated by the beauty of her being. Never was there a smile so genuine that it could melt a heart made of ice, except hers. Never had the mere touch of a woman had any different effect on me than anything else…except hers. When she touched me, even in the simplest ways, to this day, all I want to do is let my fingers brush her skin. Her thoughts and words are pure and true, and flow from her mouth like the cool springs. I am endlessly fascinated by her mortal being. She is my sacred dogma.

The point is, I'm with Nymphadora, and I don't think I'd want it in any other way, shape, or form. I had known of her existence since her youth, but I had never acknowledged how that youth sprung to that of a grown and intelligent woman. Coincidentally, that could have been my downfall. On the fateful night that Voldemort was destroyed, and I was set a free man for the rest of my eternity, I realized she was…human.

It was also on that night, in the light of the moon…I fell in love. And not to long afterwards, with a bit of luck and the exchange of vows of for better or worse, richer or poorer, and sickness and in health, I was bonded to this woman who had miraculously saved my life. And now that our 20th wedding anniversary is coming up in about a month, the only thing I can possibly keep my mind on is one simple fact…I'm in love with my wife…Nymphadora.

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