Harry walked to the graveyard that bore Sirius, Dumbledore, Severus, Lily, and James.
Victory Day.
May 23rd. Awful things happened. Along with some good stuff too, though. Voldemort died, Sirius died.
The one that hit me the hardest.
Severus.
I strode over to his grave. I was the one to choose his words on it.
Severus Snape
Died: Victory Day
The bravest man I have ever known.
"The bravest man I ever knew," Harry whispered so quietly, it's a wonder you could hear him. Ginny was at home with Al, he's five and I'm twenty-five. Ginny's twenty-four. Ginny and I didn't get married, I was going to get married to Severus, but he died. Ginny's a babysitter. "Come back to me, Sev. Come back." I stood with tears in my eyes and walked away.
"Well, Potter, why are you walking away? I'm right here."
I jumped a mile in the air and froze. 'Bloody hell? No- I imagined that. I miss him too much.' Harry turned slowly around and his eyes widened at what he saw.
Severus. My Severus.
"Are you going to gape at me like that or give me a hug? God, I thought even Potters had common sense."
"Same insults- oh Severus!" Harry threw himself at the Professor. "How are you here? Like, I thought- I thought you were dead!"
"Magic," he said with a smirk. I just stared at him.
"Want to meet our child?" Harry asked, face alight in wonder.
"His name's Albus Severus Potter."