Until the Day I Die
A/N: This is my first fanfic so please be nice but constructive criticism is welcomed
Disclaimer-I do not own Harry Potter I just own this idea and any O/Cs I put in
Prologue
Ever since the day that Dumbledore told us that we would have to go into hiding my husband went into protective overdrive. He was all too happy when Dumbledore put a spell over the house so that no one could know where we were, except for one of his friends. But all I ever wanted was to just get out. I needed to see my friends to talk to, someone that could understand how much I hated being cooped. But I couldn't due to the fact that almost all of my friends were told that I was in hiding so they stayed away. Luckily, my husband and old teacher never imagined that there was one friend who was more than willing to come and see me.
Severus Snape, my old friend. Everyone thought that I hated him since he called me a mudblood, a witch or wizard with non-magical parents, in 5th year. But the truth of the story is that during the summer we got together and became friends again. I just never talked to him in public because I didn't want to upset my new boyfriend. But over the years we always came up with a way to tell the other that we wanted to talk.
It was simple; we would send our owl, without a letter, to fly near where the other person was and, if we were at school, we would go to the far side of the lake. If we weren't at school, we would apparate to the park were we first met. Over time we perfected it, even our cover tales to people who wanted to know where we were and if anyone saw us together. Since we went into hiding I had met up with Severus multiple times and each time we would talk about everything and anything...except the fact that I was married to his arch-rival and the fact that he worked for the man who wanted to kill me. Most people would think that those two things would push us to the edge and separate us. But when we meet up we easily ignored it, pretending instead that things hadn't changed since we were in school and that our biggest worry was if we wouldn't do well on a test.
While I was in hiding he was the only person I could talk to. My husband didn't understand why I hated hiding. He thought I would be more than happy to do it to protect my son. Of course I wanted to protect my one and only son...but I knew that there had to be better ways to go about it than shutting me off from the rest of the world. I just wish that my husband would have at least talked to me because then I wouldn't have done the unthinkable and slept with Severus Snape...