Author's Note: Welcome to my new fanfiction! Please read and review. The prologue is very short, but the chapters will all be longer. Story takes place post deathly hallows in a world where Harry isn't victorious.
Prologue
I loved him. I truly did.
I loved everything about him, from his sleek back hair, always so placed, to his dark eyes hiding years of pain.
To say that I was the cause of his death, although would be an understatement, isn't entirely true.
He was only trying to protect me. Or perhaps, like I, he was just trying to finish what we all had started years before. Perhaps Severus Snape simply became a casualty of war like so many others. The war took many lives, for years after it seemed to be over.
In the years leading up to the battle of Hogwarts, I worked very closely with Severus in the development of healing potions and defense spells. As Harry was sent on missions with the order for the discovery and destruction of the Horcruxes, Ron worked closely in the infiltration of the ministry and I was left to the more book smart tasks. That led to very close work with the once potions professor, and to the development of a very deep friendship.
However, after Harry's death in the battle of Hogwarts, the order saw it's downfall and went into hiding. With nothing but a quick goodbye, everybody fled in the dead of the night to unknown locations. It wasn't personal, it was just survival. Leaving wasn't easy, especially for me, but Snape insisted I go off and I don't tell him where. So reluctantly I left along with the rest, to a new city, with a broken heart.
When I left, Severus was still alive, and as far as I knew, I would never see him, or any of the order again. But nothing ever goes as planned...