A\N: I do not own Harry Potter.

Hermione couldn't take her eyes off Severus. Part of her couldn't believe he was back, and part of her feared he would be ripped away again if she dared even blink.

"You keep staring at me."

"You were dead. Now you're back here, with me. We still don't know what happened. We still don't know who was behind it. You are alive, right? Not some undead zombie or vampire?"

"I assure you, I am alive."

"I'm going to guess you haven't been to St. Mungos?"

"Correct. I came straight here."

"I forgot I had you buried in your black robes," Hermione commented dryly.

"Yes, you did. Is there a chance you haven't thrown away all my worldly possessions and I can change out of these...they have dirt on them."

"Yes, sorry, I didn't think. I know I packed up your things, I think the box is in the bedroom still." Severus followed Hermione. Their bedroom, it has quite different than he remembered. The bed was still there, still made perfectly. The black and green sheets had been replaced with soft blue ones. The whole room seemed softer.

"Here it is," Hermione called from the closet. She pulled out a large cardboard box. "I just shoved everything in here, I'm sorry. I couldn't...not for days, weeks." She sat the box down on the bed. Severus opened it and looked inside. Even though everything had been thrown in, it was still orderly. He pulled out a set of robes, looked at them and set them aside.

"Hermione, I...I know there's nothing I can say. I never meant for any of this to happen. I let my guard down."

"It was our wedding day."

"And we have enemies apparently." Severus pulled off his robes revealing his chest and boxers. Hermione didn't bother looking away. He was her husband after all.

"We should let someone know you're alive, I mean, the legal ramifications alone..." her voice trailed off as he changed clothes. She noticed his hair had not grown since his death.

"And let who ever is behind this know either their plan failed or their plan succeeded? Since we do not know exactly what the plan was, it might be better for me to remain dead for now. At least until we figure this whole situation out." Hermione sank onto the bed.

"If you think that's best. We need to start trying to figure this out then. I...I don't know where to start?" Severus sat down next to his wife. She laid her head against his shoulder.

"Let's start with lunch? I haven't eaten in three months." Hermione snorted back a laugh.

"Lunch sounds good. I think I have something left in the fridge. It's not like we can run out, what with you being dead, someone might see, and then..."

"You're rambling. Come," Severus took Hermione's hand in his and led her to the kitchen. He sat her down in one of the chairs. Looking around he could see a couple changes, but he ignored them for now. Opening the fridge he frowned a little. He found it hard to believe his wife was surviving on take out and one container of yogurt.

"It's been a while since I've gone shopping," she admitted. "After your death, people kept showing up with food, all kinds of food, and..." she burst into tears again. "I'm sorry, it's just, this is all overwhelming. I buried you. I mourned, I was finally starting to maybe get in a better place, and it's like ripping off a bandaid. The pain is just fresh again."

"I can't even begin to imagine how you feel. For me, it was a brief darkness, I never even realized I was dead."

"Fish."

"Fish?"

"Yes, there's some fish in the freezer, it's slightly better than take out? Or we could order more take out?"

"I can heat up the fish." Within a few minutes, the small kitchen was filled with the smell of fried fish. Hermione had pulled herself together long enough to find some bread and cheese for sandwiches. The couple sat down, Severus eating, Hermione staring at her sandwich.

"You should eat too. I know this is all a shock to you, but food usually helps."

"Remus always said chocolate helped with everything," Hermione smiled a faint smile.

"As much as I hate to admit it, he did have a point. What have I missed in the last three months?"

"Um, Harry married Ginny."

"Not surprising. We did RSVP months ago. I'm sorry you had to attend alone."

"Ron asked me to go with him."

"Did you?" Severus asked raising an eyebrow.

"No. Luna, Padma, Hannah, and I all went dateless."

"Other than Potter tying the knot, anything else important?"

"No, not really. Ron's been trying to ask me out again. You'd think after hearing 'no' about twenty times he would take the hint."

"He always was dense." Hermione snorted.

"Yes, and he'll be here in about an hour to try and convince me to go out with him. It is Friday." Severus frowned. He had never liked the Weasley boy's obsession with his wife.