What Will Be Will Be: What Will Be Will Be

Summary: 'No, I didn't want to do that. Bring him back. He can't be dead. Bring him back to me!' The final battle and the aftermath. There's attempted rape, and thoughts of suicide but nothing graphic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did it would be called Severus Snape

A/N: It's coming to a closing now I guess. There's still one more chapter but that's more like an epilouge. I hope you like it!


They spent the next couple of weeks I silence, it was a comfortable silence. He sat there starring at the wall, much like she had. He experienced the same things that she had at first; the depression, the search though the memories to try and find some way that they could have saved pain and suffering, the loss but he had her there to carry him through it. He would stare at the wall and think, relive the nightmares of the past and she would watch him. She would stare into his eyes, searching for the same things as him, trying to see what he saw, trying to feel and understand. They shared the pain, the loss. Other people had tried to stay with them, prodding either to speak. Nobody knew that Hermione had spoken, nobody knew Snape had either. The two ignored them easily and they were left in peace, if you could call what they were feeling peace. It became routine so easily. She would come and sit next to him; he would already be staring at the wall. Both thought, not the type of intellectual thoughts, just thoughts of what could have been. Each day they thought up a whole line of should haves. The very air around them was depressing, it weighed down upon them but their guilt of living when others had not weighed down upon them more heavily.

After a couple of weeks Snape was released. He dressed again in his black robes but now they were depressing instead of frightening. He left and she silently followed, not knowing what else to do. She could have always gone home and if she had, she probably wouldn't be in the situation she was in today. He took her to the broken up house on Spinner's End. They had done a side long apparition. He wrapped his arms around her and they popped out of London. She said nothing she didn't want to leave and apparently he didn't want her to go. He led her inside and she sat down on the dusty couch. He went into the kitchen and brought some tea out. He put a cup in front of her and they drank in silence. He sat opposite her and they just looked blankly at the walls. Finally, after they had finished their cups, Hermione spoke.

"Does the pain ever go away?" she asked quietly.

He paused, looking thoughtful, "I don't know."

Suddenly she started to giggle. He gave her a peculiar look, a mix of curiosity and 'you've finally cracked, haven't you?' What's so funny?" he asked her, curiosity overwhelmed his voice.

"I… I never…" she tried to get her giggling fit under control, "I never thought that I would ever get that answer out of the all knowing, never admitting to faults, bat of the dungeon," she admitted after she had finally stopped giggling. Only a sad smile was left on her face. He wondered if she would ever be able to smile a full smile ever again.

"Bat of the dungeons, why Miss Granger, I do believe you have just insulted your professor," he said, wanting the lightened mood to continue. He needed to get his mind off of the memories; he needed to see joy again before he went insane.

"Oh, put a sock in it. I graduated last year," she said, it felt so good to have something to talk about. She needed this as much as he did, they both knew it.

"Indeed," he said coolly, letting his lips turn up slightly for once.

"Why is that a smile on your face Professor?" She wanted to keep the light banter going. It lifted the melancholy that drifted in the air

"What happened to your graduation last year?" He teased her, throwing her own words back at her in a light tone that it made her happier, not angry, or embarrassed, just happier.

"With such bad professors like you I forget things so easily," she teased right back.

"I think to make it easier to remember, let's drop the Professor title. I answer quite nicely to Severus."

"And I answer quite nicely to Hermione."

"Hermione," he said as if testing out her name.

"Severus," she let it roll off of her tongue. It seemed strangely natural for some reason. "Our names must be on the top ten list of most misused names in the world."

"Indeed," he chuckled. It was deep and smooth and warm, it reminded her so much of Ron. She looked down trying to hide her tears from him. She didn't want this pain to consume her again; she didn't want to feel this hurt.

"Hermione, is something the matter?" Snape, no Severus, asked when she didn't lift her head. At first he thought she was laughing again but those weren't sounds of joy. If only he could see her face but her hair covered it from him. He moved towards her, putting a hand on her shoulder, "Hermione?"

She lifted her tear streaked face towards him, "I miss him. Why did he have to leave? Why did I have to kill him?" She looked up at him with those big eyes of hers, needing an answer from him this time. His heart would have broken if it was whole.

He paused, thinking his answer through, "Because evil exists in this world."

She nodded and leaned her head into his chest, staring at the wall, and thinking. His gaze traveled to her eyes and he wrapped his arms around her. They stayed like that for hours, each in their own sad thoughts. The laughter had felt so good but they both doubted they would ever feel such joy again.


A/N: Yeah I know I ended it on a sad note but it's supposed to be angsty. If you wanted more on thier romantic life, I'm sorry but I didn't want this story to get too long and I doubt I would have finished this story if I continued on with their progressing relationship. There's only one more chapter remember so lots of reviews so that I feel motivated to post it!