Post Bellum
Two young people, a man and woman, looking barely in the prime of their lives, sat looking into a pool. On closer inspection of the small pool of water, one could see two people sharing a rather sweet kiss.
Their natural surroundings could have belonged anywhere if it wasn't the slight hint of ghostly etherealness, the vague touch of something not quite found in nature. The pool glowed the tiniest bit, the trees looked ancient and imposing, the ground appeared soft as a cloud; these were but a few odd observations an observer would notice.
And of course, there was the fact that the world looked to be tinged in shades of grey. It was this last that made the woman's endless mane of red hair stand stark against their surroundings. The man produced a face etched perfectly in disgust. It had been made flawless through years of animosity, after all.
Eyes like green precious stones glanced up from the couple. Lily smiled bemusedly. "Oh come now, James, don't make that face."
"What face?" Her male companion pursed his lips. If alive, they would have been upward to their mid to late forties; would her husband never grow up?
"That face," she laughed. "He looks happy, James." Her face softened and her eyes gleamed suspiciously.
"But– but…" James sputtered, "It's Snivellus!"
"James!" Lily said sharply. "Severus was my friend. Try not to be a complete git."
The large man–child pouted rather unattractively. The pool swirled gently, rippling the figures for a moment. It caught the pair's attention enough to stop arguing and peer down into the liquid. Severus was seated comfortably in a squashy chair with a glass of scotch nearly forgotten in his hand. Their son was perched in his lap, cuddled close to the man's chest, by his free hand.
The young man's face betrayed the most genuine look of happiness; his expressive green eyes practically beamed with love as he skimmed his fingers along the man's jaw. A sweet, innocent kiss was shared between the two, lingering for a moment, before the head of messy hair leaned into Severus' chest and began dosing off.
"I'm glad that our Harry has finally found happiness," Lily murmured. Raising her voice seemed wrong, despite that the objects of their speculation could neither hear nor see them.
James raised his head and reached for his wife's hand. When he looked up, he simply nodded. It didn't matter; Lily could see the warmth that had blossomed in his eyes.
a.n. – for those of you who may wonder, post bellum translated from Latin basically means "ater the war", which I thought would be a fitting title for seeing what had occurred after the war was over – sorry or the shortness, just had to expel it from my head.