Disclaimer: I don't own JK Rowling's stuff, I just mess it up like crazy.

Author's Note: Okay, so maybe Harry will be in this fic. Draco I can reason into it – the Snapes and the Malfoys know each other – Harry will be harder. He will at the very least be mentioned. Update next chapter.

Thanks to: Refer to Keeper of Secrets.

Dedicated to: Shannon, Chrissie and Neshomeh-From-Neopets. Okay, I'm fairly sure her real name is Eleanor, but Neshomeh-From-Neopets has sticking quality.

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Chapter Four: That Night.

**Morganna's POV**

Poor Severus. An idiot could see the 'irrational fury' (I'm quoting Luci here) in his eyes when he saw Jonathan.

Later, after the party was over and the guests had gone home (or collapsed into guest beds), I sat in front of my dressing table, brushing out my hair. I'd changed into my nightgown, and I was performing my nightly rituals.

Severus was taking a bath, and I didn't begrudge him that after the evening we'd had.

I just sat there, brushing my hair and listening to the beat of rain on the windows.

~*~Flashback~*~

'Anna, are you insane?' Lillias asked her young cousin. 'Your father is going to go berserk! You are 16! Children do not have children!'

'I didn't plan this, Lilli.' Anna was in tears. 'I'll go home and marry Marc like Father said. I know my father, and I know Marc. They'll legitimatize her to avoid scandal. Say something about young love or something.'

Lillias took Anna by the shoulders and shook her. 'You can't marry Marc. You'll make the both of you unhappy if you marry him when you love…someone else.' Lillias stopped herself before saying 'Severus'.

'I have no choice anymore. I'll ask Severus to be her godfather, and I'll go back to France and be a dutiful daughter.' Anna's voice faltered and she resisted the urge to fall weeping to the ground.

Lillias had sighed, and left Anna to her thoughts.

'Why can't he love me?' she had whispered, bitter tears stinging her eyes.

~*~End of Flashback~*~

Memories were painful sometimes, but that story had had a happy ending. After all, here I was, brushing my hair, my husband in the next room. Severus. My husband.

His presence made this so much more bearable.

I was beginning to regret coming here, realizing that Morag knew that my family had more than its fair share of scandals, and she was going to find them out.

Who wants their daughter to know their grandfather murdered his own daughter?

That he had only ever loved one person, and he betrayed even her in the end.

My mother died knowing her husband had stopped loving her.

I prayed that never happened to me.

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Excerpt from the diary of Gloria Anne Montaque, aged 15.

Dear Diary,

I'm confused. This isn't what the doctors told me to expect to feel. I have a headache that just won't go away – but my hands aren't shaking. Doctor Perrault told me my hands would shake.

Mother doesn't visit me anymore. My only companions are MJ and Panda. I love MJ; he talks to me all the time. And translates what Panda says for me. I love talking to them. MJ may not understand everything, but he listens, and that means most. I want for Gerad to have him when I am gone – he will need companions. Lacci is a little tart, and I think she is going to be a tease when she grows up.

Luci, on the other hand, will never quite understand that to be a tease, you can't sleep around.

My tutors always tell me I have such wonderful divination ability. I'm going to have another little sister in a year or so. She won't be like Lacci or Luci. She's going to be more than that. I love her already – I've seen her in dreams. She's so beautiful, so precious. She'll have Crohns too, but I don't think she'll be bedridden the way I am. I pray that she is kept safe – Father can't be trusted, he is poisoning me, I know it. No one will believe me, and I am doomed anyway. He will ruin my other siblings, but my darling little sister must be kept safe. There will be a Montaque child pure of heart.

But I rather think that in doing so; it will be the death of me.

Love always,

Gloria Anne.

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**Morag's POV**

I found her diary.

Gloria Anne Montaque. The famous Montaque sister that never made it to 17.

She knew her father was poisoning her, and she never said a word! She loved my mother before she was even born!

I fell asleep with the knowledge that my deceased aunt was not innocent enough to believe the doctors when they told her she was dying of Crohns. Wise enough to know that her father was killing her, slowly but surely.

She was one of the bravest women I knew of.

But both of those brave women were dead.*

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**Severus's POV**

When I finally dragged myself out of the bath, Morganna was asleep in bed.

I gazed at her, this woman who loved me even when I must have seemed so cold and unfeeling. It seemed like eons past, but it was roughly 15 or 16 years ago.

When she'd been so angry, so positively furious.

I'd been engaged.

She loved me. I could have broken her heart with a single glance – according to Montgomery, I did so frequently without knowing it – and she loved me.

I went to bed, thoughts of the fiasco that evening pushed to the back of my mind as I dozed off, vaguely aware that she'd put her arm across my chest.

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*The other brave woman being Lily Evans/Potter.

Author's Note: Yep, I know, damn short chapter. If you think the idea of Snape having a wife and family (I swear, if I hear 'Ewww…she must be desperate' one more time…) is nauseating, stuff off, like I give a flying (censored). In the story that goes before this, Harry Potter and the Keeper of Secrets, a love-triangle Harry/Morag/Draco was introduced. Chapter five – Morag decides between the two young men vying for her affections.