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One of the saddest chapters I ever had to write.
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Chapter 6: A misunderstanding in life

She picked up Hermione in her arms. She didn't know if she wanted Phillipa and Cho. She always feared that Hermione would show signs of magic. 9 months was way too young to ask something of a child. Even if Hermione was different. It was only 8 in the morning, Hermione was soft asleep. Yet she was awake. She carried the child to the small bed downstairs. Crookshanks followed then and took the place underneath the bed.
"You're a cute, aren't you?" She smiled a little. She took her wand and pointed it to the kitchen. Everything started to clean by itself. She smiled, there were times she enjoyed being a witch. The times that she could do something like this, were times she also thought about Severus. He disliked when she did things by hand. He always told her to use magic for every little thing in the house. He said 'You have magic, why do things the muggle way?' And he was right. When she looked back, Hermione was sitting upright in her bed. Hermione hadn't started talking yet. Leyviena believed that she would wait until she saw her father again. Yet Leyviena wanted to hear that little voice. She wanted to hear more than the laughter. When the house was clean, the doorbell was heard through the house. When she opened the door, she saw Phillipa and Cho. The child clapped her hand when she saw Hermione. Cho was only 4 months older than Hermione, the girl talked more than anyone else.
"Alice…"

Today was a bad day, Severus knew. He didn't know why he thought this day would be worst then any others. Yet he couldn't shake the bad feeling away. The bad feeling that something really bad was about to happen. Worst then his wife and child leaving his side. Worst then everything he had gone through in the last 9 months. He moved his hand to the small picture of Hermione. A baby of a couple of hours. He never knew if she showed signs of magic. And if she did, he didn't know if Leyla could handle it. Would Leyla be alone? Would she think of him? He cried…
"Severus…" A pair of arms moved around his body. It was Lily, she came over to clean his house once in a while. She maintained his fridge and made sure he ate. After all this time, they had gone back to be friends. He was so happy she was by his side, but he would rather have Leyla by his side.
"She knows what she's doing Severus." Lily sat down over him. "She knows exactly…"
"The windows allow less light in since she's been gone…" He said. "It's like she's taken away every part of happiness this house contained."
"It will be spring…" Lily smiled.
"I wish I knew where she was. I wish I could leave this all behind." Severus cried. "If we were together . Ley, Hermione and me."
"You'll get that." Lily smiled. "I promise."

James Potter had been walking around with a plan for a month now. Albus Dumbledore needed Snape to be mad, so he needed to make Severus Snape to believe that his wife and child were dead. James Potter didn't feel bad for Severus. He never saw the death eater as a man. Since high school the two man hated each other. He lost every part of empathy for the man they called Severus Snape. He was not glad that Lily spent this much time with him. Lily was five months pregnant, he wanted her to stay in the house. Yet she never did. She told him she needed to take care of Severus. That was what she did. Yet this day was different, the house of Katharina McGonagall had a death mark floating over it. He had nothing to do with it. There was only one body, yet James had found two bodies. One that could belong to Leyviena McGonagall and one of a child that could belong to the kid. Right now he was on his way to the office. He needed to tell the news to Albus Dumbledore. When he entered the room, he saw Severus Snape.
"I came from the house of Katharina McGonagall." James stepped farther in the house. "We found three bodies. One belonged to a child. The doctor confirmed it was their bodies. They were horrible burned. I didn't recognize any of them anymore. "
"Hermione…" Severus got tears in his eyes.
"The other belonged to Leyviena MCgonagall and the third was from Katharina McGonagall." James replied. "It seemed that Leyviena searched for safety with her aunt. The dark lord knew where to look for her. He killed all three of them."

Severus Snape stood up. His whole world seemed to move around him. Voldemort ha d broken his promise. He had killed his wife and his child. He believed Voldemort must not have like Hermione this much. He didn't claim her as his own child. He killed her. Severus walked from the room. When he got to his office, he sunk to his knees. He felt how the tears came from his eyes. Why would she have gone to Ireland? Didn't she know Voldemort would look for her? They knew she had three aunts. Why did she go to family? Why hadn't het thought about looking for Leyviena there? Yes, he believed she would make smarter decisions. The floor was cold, he looked outside. Everything was dark. This was the day all light had left his life.
That was the moment when Lily stepped in his office. She pulled him up. He felt how her arms moved around him.
"Sev, what happened?"
"My baby." He cried. "Leypey dead."
"Leyviena and the baby are…" There came tears to Lily's eyes. "dead?"
"They were with her aunt Katharina in Ireland." He looked at Lily. "I thought she would go somewhere she didn't know anything. Yet she went to her aunt."
"Leyla went to her aunt?" Lily shook her head. "That does not sound like Leyla. Leyla…"
"She did, they confirmed it was her baby. It was Hermione. They burned her little body. They took everything that made her…" He cried. "I wanted another baby. I wanted to have three children with Leyla. Now I have no children. I only knew her a couple of hours. If only I hadn't gone to sleep that night. If only…"
"You didn't know Severus." Lily hugged him once again. "You can't blame yourself. You did everything to protect her. You did…"
"You don't know what I allowed Voldemort to do to her. It was not real, she made him believe it. Yet that was torture for her. I should have been able to protect my wife. " He looked at her. "She was my wife and I'm the reason she's dead."
"Voldemort is the reason she's dead." Lily stared at him. "And we are going to make sure he'll pay for what he did to Leyviena and Hermione. We will make sure he'll get destroyed. And when he dies, we'll make sure he knows what he did to Leyviena and Hermione. We'll get our revenge. I know that won't get her back. Voldemort is going to pay for what he did."

"Lily, I would like to be alone. Do you mind?"
"Severus are you sure?" He gave her a soft nod. She walked out of the room. Severus went to the bed. He took the picture book from his night side. He had pictures of Leyviena. Years of pictures. She smiled in those pictures. She looked alive. She smiled from the pictures to him. In the pictures she was alive. Now she was dead. He took a couple of letters that came from her. They showed how she was. They were filled with hope. He looked at the sketches he made when she was pregnant. Now she was dead. He looked at the last picture he had from her. It was a picture of Leyviena and Hermione.
The first and last picture of Hermione. He kissed the picture. There was a knock on the door, Albus stepped in the room.
"I'm so sorry for what happened." Albus sat down. "Minerva won't have a funeral. She'll put the bodies in the family grave."
"She was my family too." Severus replied. "Why can't I decide where she's buried? She's my wife…"
"You were not married officially." Albus replied. "Legally Minerva decides where she buries Leyviena. Hermione can't be alone. Mother and child should stay together, don't you think? Or do you want Hermione buried on the same cemetery as your parents."
"I'm saying I should have legal rights…" He replied. "I don't care if she isn't my wife legally. Minerva can't decide where my wife and daughter are buried. "
"I'm afraid she can." Albus replied. "And she already has."

"It's my wife." He yelled. "AND MY CHILD! I WILL DECIDE WHERE THEY ARE BURIED!"
That was when he looked to the door. There was Minerva McGonagall. She had never liked him. Yet right now both seemed to have the same feeling in their eyes.
"And she was my daughter." Minerva walked to him. "And my granddaughter. They should be with their family. I realize you are family too. Severus, there is a place for you in the grave. I know you are not made about where they're buried. You think you won't be welcome in our family grave. You are Severus, you are family."
She walked to him and pulled him in her arms. Minerva McGonagall seemed to have welcome him in her life when her daughter was dead. Before that she never seemed to like him. Minerva released him. That was when she saw the only picture of Hermione.
"She was a beautiful baby." Minerva smiled. "I wish I could have meet her. Severus, make him pay. Make him pay for what he did."

"I will."

Leyviena learned that Phillipa was from Ireland. She didn't know what to do about her child. She hoped that Hermione would hide every sign of magic. It seemed that Cho Chang was a couple of months older. The girl talked non-stop. Hermione would simple nod her head. They played together. Leyviena was happy that she had a friend. Yet she didn't know how she kept magic a secret.
"Where is Hermione's father?" Phillipa asked.
"I rather not talk about Hermione's father." She replied. Phillipa nodded her head softly. When she turned around, she noticed there was a bottle flying.
"Hermione!" "Cho!" They said at the same time. They turned to each other. A smile appeared on Phillipa's face.

"You're a witch." Phillipa said in relief. "I was afraid that this would happen. Cho shows a lot of signs of magic. Actually this is marvellous. This is a safe space. How about your daughter Hermione?"
"She flies herself downstairs." Leyviena replied. "I can't come outside with her."
"Well, I feel the same about Cho." Phillipa spoke. "I moved here because Scotland is getting really bad. With the you know who everywhere. It seems that it's safer here. I hope they stop him. The world is unsafe with you know who around."

The evening went on fast. They talked about everything that happened in the United Kingdom. She didn't tell Phillipa about Severus Snape. Yet she thought about him.
"I just heard the news about Leyviena McGonagall, Katherina McGonagall and Hermione Snape found dead in Ireland. I never knew Leyviena. I knew Katherina. She's a lovely woman. I heard that her husband, Severus Snape committed suicide."
"Severus …" Leyviena looked in confusion.
"That's what they wrote to me." Phillipa said. "A local paper says it. They're always right."
Her night was bad all of the sudden. She knew the little paper, the quibbler. They were right many times. If they said Severus had committed suicide it had to be true. Yet she and Hermione were still alive. What bodies did they find at the house? And why couldn't they have proven it was not them? She excused herself. That night she wrote a letter to Severus.

Dearest Severus

Is it true? Are you truly dead? I can't believe that I won't be able to show Hermione to you. I hope the Quibbler is wrong. Yet they're never wrong. Severus, why were you not strong enough? Why could you not… I'm sorry, off course you were destroyed by my death. There is no one there for you. How I am grieving about your dead. Severus, I miss you. I miss you.
You can't leave me alone. We're meant to be together. You have a child Severus! Severus, why did you need to do it? Oh dear, why could they not have noticed it wasn't me. They robbed me of you. The person that made this mistake, that man took you from me. Severus…

She cried. She looked to the crib. Hermione was asleep. She moved her hands to her head. She looked at the letter, her tears were destroying it.

Severus! Please give him back to me. I'm going crazy! I can't live without him. I want to come to your funeral. I want to say goodbye. Yet I can't come. I will keep writing to you about anything Hermione does. Severus…

Goodbye forever,
I will miss you.

Your Leypey.

That night she cried herself to sleep. Not knowing that Severus Snape was doing the same thing.