This is my first Harry Potter story. I will hopefully keep them close as possible to their characterization's as I can, but you know how some of them like being different. This is post-war and in my little story not everyone went to the great beyond or whatever. I love the pairing of Hermione and Severus ever since I started reading it. Since it's a post-war fic, Hermione is way over age and Severus would be in his early 40's.

Age difference doesn't bother me, my husband is almost 12 years older than me. So, yep, doesn't bother me. I really can't say how long it will be, hopefully it will continue to write itself, well of course with my 'muse' helping.

I of course am no JK. and do not own the fabulous Harry Potter works. This is strictly for my enjoyment of writing and hopefully others.

A/N- Bold is Severus talking/ later witch-nurse and italics is Albus.

Chapter One:

Severus Tobias Snape slammed the dungeon doors behind him with more impatience and anger than ever before. Wasn't it enough that he had been fodder for the magical world five years ago? Why do they have to pull it all up again? What the hell is so interesting about him anyway? No one ever cared or was interested in him before any of the half-truths came out. Only the old interfering goat, Albus Dumbledore. Dam him and his twinkling, expressive eyes! And the other, may he never see any parts of his soul again, he was only interested in his skills for potions-making and his supposed skill at spying on the aforementioned, interfering old goat.

Turning quickly, he picked up nearest a phial and threw it against the wall. Watching it shatter and scatter everywhere. Damn, bugger...shite! He didn't want to go to the dam ball. He hated to be on parade...again!...with all those so-called journalist. And because it was the anniversary they would be from all over the magical world.

But unless he suddenly came down with an incurable disease before then, he had no way out of it. Growling deeper and wiping around he continued to pace in his classroom. Remembering his recent conversation with Albus he growled again...I should have known with the wattage that his eyes where at, something was up...

Awwww Severus. Just the man I was looking for. The Anniversary Ball is coming up next week and I wanted to tell you to please make sure your there about an hour earlier. We want to update our picture of survivors of the battle.

Scowling down at him, Albus, I won't be going to that abysmal ball. I have no wish to be in the presence of those...those miscreant's any time soon.

Oh but Severus, I must insist that you come dear boy. You see 'everyone' will be coming to this one. Everyone who is an Order member and those from the D.A., his smile widening even more, will be attending. Even those magical creatures that were present that day have been invited. Of course, most have declined...but I did manage to get them all to agree with having their pictures taken. He smiled benignly at me and waited.

Well bugger, that was an accomplishment. All creatures...hmmmm...yes, quite an achievement. Clearing my throat, But being that as it may, I will not be going. Taking a step to the side of him to continue my walk down to my rooms, he quickly stepped in front of me again.

Yes Severus, you will go. And you will dance the asked number from the Ministry and you will have pictures taken. But...after those, you can leave. I insist on this. He looked up at me with the face of the Head of the Order, the face of the man who stood up to Tom Riddle for all those years and knew I would not disobey him. Damn, bugger...shite! Growling at him, I walked around him a stormed to my rooms.

Meanwhile up in the Headmaster's Office...

Chuckling...he has always made life so interesting. His glowering, growling and glaring self. It's a shame he has never realized of much worth he had in himself. Just his knowledge of Potions and DADA alone, let alone is intelligence. But 'him', the wonderful, arrogant and courageous man, HE was worth so much. Sitting down behind his desk, and steeping his fingers together to lean on, he wanted, for the hundredth time to tell him that.

But knowing Severus, he would tell him to stop his foolish prattling and let him be. Sighing, he sat back further in his old comfortable chair and remembered the first time he had seen Severus Tobias Snape...the night he was born.

Smiling at this wistfully at how long ago that was. A witch that worked in muggle hospital had owled me after the birth of a magical child. She had urgently asked me to come there. She had notified St. Mongo's also and the young mother had asked for me to be present also. That to say was very interesting and of course I went.

I arrived at the same time as the group from St. Mungo's. The young witch was waiting for us, and quickly rushed us into a meeting room. She had told us of the birth of young male wizard. We all looked at her with some misgivings because usually magical children didn't show signs until around six months of age. But she had quickly told us she had seen signs herself and that was why she told us all to come.

The mother was a witch and the child's father a muggle. Several members from St. Mungo's moaned and shook their heads at this. She continued on, While this is becoming more common in this day and age, it still can cause us to be cautious. And frankly with what I have witnessed of this...this muggle, well I think we need to move quickly.

Looking at us all directly, He came in late during her labor and was extremely...well he was pissed. Staggering and yelling foul things to find her. More mumbling from the gathered was heard. Shaking her head, Yes, quite a spectacle he made. The child was delivered, but with complications more so, than him showing magic already.

When the doctors had explained their health problems he had become even more foul she told us. Yelling at his young wife that the boy was going to be a freak even more because of her and her family. She had stopped there and took a deep breath before she continued. The gentleman in question had been taken to the staff lounge and was being forcibly applied with coffee presently.

She had then proceeded to tell us of the child's health problems were and the health problems the young mother was having. We needed to get them both out of there and back to St. Mungo's as quietly and as quickly as we could manage. I volunteered to take care of all worker's and the father with a memory charm, and we were back to our own magical world.

The healers there had dealt with the Childs medical...ahhh, challenges. And healed the young mother. The father had finally arrived as if the first time, being sober and very eagerly asked for his wife...

Yes, a very interesting first meeting with the infant child of Eileen Prince Snape and her truly special child...Severus Tobias Snape.

MORE SOON!

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