A/N: I still don't own anything you recognize. If I did, I'd be rich, and since I'm not...
"We met a bit after Severus..." Hermione couldn't bring herself to say the words. He wasn't dead, at least not anymore.
"I came to Britian to investigate the death of my cousin. I had not heard anything from the press about the murderer being caught. My cousin was a war hero and his death was covered by most major papers. For a few weeks, there were sporadic updates in the case, then nothing. I felt the law enforcement department in your ministry had simply decided the death of Severus was not worth their time." Ginny frowned.
"I'm sure it's not like that at all. My husband is an auror in the department."
"Yes, we've met and while I'm sure he's adequate at his job, however that doesn't excuse the failure in finding the murderer," Severus sneered. Hermione bit back a laugh. It was just like when they had been in school.
"I can definitely see the resemblance," Ginny muttered. Hermione snorted slightly. Both Ginny and Severus glared at her.
"Sorry, sorry, it's just, she's right. You reminded me so much of Severus right then. He used to put down Harry every chance he got, even if Harry hadn't done anything wrong."
"Yes, well." Severus replied watching Hermione's eyes well up. He reached into his pocket and handed her a tissue.
"Back to the story?" Ginny asked sipping her tea watching the pair.
"Yes, well, Othello showed up on my doorstep, early in the morning a few days ago. Once he explained who he was, I agreed to host him while he's in the country. It's the least I can do for one of Severus' family members."
"Didn't his family disown him? I seem to remember you mentioning something about that a few years ago."
"My Great Aunt disowned Eileen, Severus' mother. The family has since reconciled to some degree. I believe it has something do with Severus' status as a war hero. Glory is always a good reason to reconcile with family, don't you think, Mrs. Potter?" Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Family is family, I guess," she answered. Hermione could tell she was thinking about Percy, how he'd abandoned the family only to return when it was becoming obvious he had been on the losing side of the war.
"Do you have any other family?"
"Not that I'm aware of." They sat in silence for a moment.
"What do you do for a living Mr. Prince?" Ginny asked changing the subject.
"I dabble in many things, potions like my cousin. We both shared an interest in the subject. Right now, I am working on a research project, which I've had to put on hold for now. You?" Ginny smiled.
"I'm a chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. Do you follow Quiddich, Mr. Prince?"
"Some, I was never good on a broom myself, but it is a fascinating sport." Hermione smiled trying to picture her husband on a broom.
"Anybody want some more tea?" Ginny asked rising to her feet.
"No, thank you, Ginny." Ginny nodded pouring herself another cup.
"Mr. Prince?"
"Perhaps a little more, thank you." Hermione glanced towards the fireplace.
"Do you think Harry's alright?"
"I'm sure he's fine, Hermione. I also am sure he would have called for backup if he'd actually found something."
"I'm just worried with Severus' killer still out there." Severus placed his hand on hers.
"I'm sure everything will be alright, Hermione." Ginny blinked, she hadn't missed the gesture. Had Hermione moved on? She was about to ask but a silvery white stag pranced into the room.
"Snape house cleared, waiting for them there."