"Eden"
This time when Snape awoke he was in the hospital wing of
Hogwarts, and his head was bandaged quite securely. He sat up
slowly, feeling the blood rush from his head, and he winced
painfully, "Poppy?" he called. Poppy Pomfrey came bustling in a
moment later, "Severus! I'm glad to see you're up so soon! But
please do lie down, it's not good for your head to be sitting up!"
she said fretfully. Snape shook his head but regretted it, "I must
see Albus. Where is he? What happened after I went unconscious?
Where's Hecate? Is she-?" "For goodness' sake Severus!" Pomfrey
hissed like a goose, "Stop with all these questions! Miss Winter is
perfectly fine! She's in the next bed, so I suggest you keep your
voice down so the poor woman can sleep!"
Snape's heart leapt into his throat with excitement, "So
she's alright?" "She's fine, yes, now be quiet!" said Pomfrey,
"They're already investigating the matter of the Dark Order, and the
Headmaster said he would be up here shortly after you awoke, so ask
your questions then!" She stormed off in a bustle, then turned
back, "And lie down!" Snape knew better than to push his luck, so
he lay down quickly and quietly.
As he lay on the bed, he heard the quiet breathing of
Hecate in the next bed; she did not sound as if she were asleep.
"Sleep well?" he whispered softly. "Yes," she whispered back, "for
the first time in a long time." There was a long pause, then, "I
owe you everything, Severus. Thank you." "Let's just hope the
story holds," he whispered, "if any of your Death Eaters come
forward and point a finger at you, the entire thing will be down the
toilet." "They won't," she said, "no one knew for certain that I
was the head of the whole thing; at least a third of them really did
think it was Draco. The other two thirds thought it was either me
or Bella." "You kept them in the dark on purpose, didn't you?" he
whispered.
"Yes. It makes it easier when things like this happen.
Then no one person can be pointed out as the head of the
organization. Luckily, most of them are all dead, so hopefully no
one will have the courage to come forward." Snape nodded, although
only to himself, "I see." There was another long silence, then,
"You were right, you know. About Draco and the Imperius Curse.
That's how it started out. I would never have killed Muggles
voluntarily if it weren't for the Imperius Curse. But after a
while, I started...liking death. Draco didn't have to use the Curse
anymore once he realized I had grown used to the savagery of the
Death Eaters. Bella liked to add her own dose of curses too;
usually Cruciatus. But I'll never use that as an excuse for the
things I've done. I'm still a horrible, horrible person inside."
Snape felt his blood boil thinking about the things they
had done to her at such a young age. "You'll always be the best
person to me, Hecate. I think deep down you never believed any of
the things you partook in. You just...went along with it. Because
it meant survival. That's what I did when I joined the first order
of Dark wizards. And I'm still regretting it."
This time the silence seemed to stretch on for a year and
a day, with Severus reflecting deeply on what he had once done as a
young man, whilst Hecate could think only of what would become of
her future. The silence was broken ever so softly by three words
from Hecate's mouth.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
'How strange,' thought Severus, 'that an emotion I have
hated all my life should be expressed so easily now.'
The door to the hospital wing opened just then, and Albus
Dumbledore looked at both Severus and Hecate with a warm gaze, "I
see you're both conversing against Madam Pomfrey's orders, but
sometimes rules are meant to be broken." He drew the curtain
between their beds so he could talk to both of them at once, and sat
down on the foot of Severus's bed. "I'm glad to see you're both
recovering so well," began Dumbledore. "I'm particularly proud of
you, Severus; you suffered two concussions and a major head
laceration. I was positive you would be out for days." Snape
merely blinked, said, "Thank you, Headmaster."
"Now," continued Dumbledore, "to business. I'm sure
you're both wondering whatever became of the whole situation after
that dreadful mistake that almost cost you your soul," he said,
looking at Hecate wisely. She only looked back at him innocently as
he continued, "It seems that most of the Death Eaters were killed in
the battle that took place the night before the Aurors found you.
However, there are a few known Death Eaters that are still alive,
but we are unable to track them, with the exception of one; Peter
Pettigrew.
"Last night he came to us begging for mercy and swearing
that he would turn in whoever we asked of him." Snape felt his
blood run cold; Pettigrew would almost certainly turn Hecate in to
the Ministry. "And although we finagled many names from him, he
could not reveal the name of their ringleader. His best guess, he
said, was either Bellatrix Lestrange or Draco Malfoy, but he did not
know for sure. He also mentioned your name, Hecate, but he said he
thought you were just a puppet of Lestrange." Snape felt himself
relax, "How interesting." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled, "Isn't it
though?"
* * *
For the rest of the week, Severus
and Hecate were both confined to their beds,
but luckily they had good company. Poppy
Pomfrey finally let them go on Friday
afternoon, upon Severus's insistence, as
well as that of the Headmaster. Ironically
enough, they ended up down by the lake,
where they conversed for at least an hour
before a silence drifted in.
"So," said Severus finally,
"what's to become of us now?" "You say 'us'
like we're supposed to be together," said
Hecate, casting a Tickling Charm on the
Giant Squid. "We are," said Severus, "I
decided." Her temper flared, "You decided,
did you? As if I'll just go along with it?"
He nodded, "Yes." "You think I'm just
going to say yes to whatever you say? Well
you've got another thing coming, buster!"
she said, standing up quickly. Severus
continued to sit on the grass, "Do I?"
"Yes! You do!" she said, voice rising
slightly, "Because..."
"Hecate."
"What?"
"Marry me."
Hecate's heart melted, "Of course."
**The End**
**************************************************************************************
A/N: Hey I just wanted to give special
thanks to those that finished this fic
completely. I hope you enjoyed reading it
as much as I did writing it! (I'm all about
writing Snape fic; I've also written a few
other Snape fics if you would like to check
those out too. I'd love to have more
input.) Oh, and by the way, I kind of feel
like doing a whole other sequel to this as
in post-marriage period, but I don't know if
I should or not. If you did/didn't like it,
please let me know if you feel this would be wise.
This time when Snape awoke he was in the hospital wing of
Hogwarts, and his head was bandaged quite securely. He sat up
slowly, feeling the blood rush from his head, and he winced
painfully, "Poppy?" he called. Poppy Pomfrey came bustling in a
moment later, "Severus! I'm glad to see you're up so soon! But
please do lie down, it's not good for your head to be sitting up!"
she said fretfully. Snape shook his head but regretted it, "I must
see Albus. Where is he? What happened after I went unconscious?
Where's Hecate? Is she-?" "For goodness' sake Severus!" Pomfrey
hissed like a goose, "Stop with all these questions! Miss Winter is
perfectly fine! She's in the next bed, so I suggest you keep your
voice down so the poor woman can sleep!"
Snape's heart leapt into his throat with excitement, "So
she's alright?" "She's fine, yes, now be quiet!" said Pomfrey,
"They're already investigating the matter of the Dark Order, and the
Headmaster said he would be up here shortly after you awoke, so ask
your questions then!" She stormed off in a bustle, then turned
back, "And lie down!" Snape knew better than to push his luck, so
he lay down quickly and quietly.
As he lay on the bed, he heard the quiet breathing of
Hecate in the next bed; she did not sound as if she were asleep.
"Sleep well?" he whispered softly. "Yes," she whispered back, "for
the first time in a long time." There was a long pause, then, "I
owe you everything, Severus. Thank you." "Let's just hope the
story holds," he whispered, "if any of your Death Eaters come
forward and point a finger at you, the entire thing will be down the
toilet." "They won't," she said, "no one knew for certain that I
was the head of the whole thing; at least a third of them really did
think it was Draco. The other two thirds thought it was either me
or Bella." "You kept them in the dark on purpose, didn't you?" he
whispered.
"Yes. It makes it easier when things like this happen.
Then no one person can be pointed out as the head of the
organization. Luckily, most of them are all dead, so hopefully no
one will have the courage to come forward." Snape nodded, although
only to himself, "I see." There was another long silence, then,
"You were right, you know. About Draco and the Imperius Curse.
That's how it started out. I would never have killed Muggles
voluntarily if it weren't for the Imperius Curse. But after a
while, I started...liking death. Draco didn't have to use the Curse
anymore once he realized I had grown used to the savagery of the
Death Eaters. Bella liked to add her own dose of curses too;
usually Cruciatus. But I'll never use that as an excuse for the
things I've done. I'm still a horrible, horrible person inside."
Snape felt his blood boil thinking about the things they
had done to her at such a young age. "You'll always be the best
person to me, Hecate. I think deep down you never believed any of
the things you partook in. You just...went along with it. Because
it meant survival. That's what I did when I joined the first order
of Dark wizards. And I'm still regretting it."
This time the silence seemed to stretch on for a year and
a day, with Severus reflecting deeply on what he had once done as a
young man, whilst Hecate could think only of what would become of
her future. The silence was broken ever so softly by three words
from Hecate's mouth.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
'How strange,' thought Severus, 'that an emotion I have
hated all my life should be expressed so easily now.'
The door to the hospital wing opened just then, and Albus
Dumbledore looked at both Severus and Hecate with a warm gaze, "I
see you're both conversing against Madam Pomfrey's orders, but
sometimes rules are meant to be broken." He drew the curtain
between their beds so he could talk to both of them at once, and sat
down on the foot of Severus's bed. "I'm glad to see you're both
recovering so well," began Dumbledore. "I'm particularly proud of
you, Severus; you suffered two concussions and a major head
laceration. I was positive you would be out for days." Snape
merely blinked, said, "Thank you, Headmaster."
"Now," continued Dumbledore, "to business. I'm sure
you're both wondering whatever became of the whole situation after
that dreadful mistake that almost cost you your soul," he said,
looking at Hecate wisely. She only looked back at him innocently as
he continued, "It seems that most of the Death Eaters were killed in
the battle that took place the night before the Aurors found you.
However, there are a few known Death Eaters that are still alive,
but we are unable to track them, with the exception of one; Peter
Pettigrew.
"Last night he came to us begging for mercy and swearing
that he would turn in whoever we asked of him." Snape felt his
blood run cold; Pettigrew would almost certainly turn Hecate in to
the Ministry. "And although we finagled many names from him, he
could not reveal the name of their ringleader. His best guess, he
said, was either Bellatrix Lestrange or Draco Malfoy, but he did not
know for sure. He also mentioned your name, Hecate, but he said he
thought you were just a puppet of Lestrange." Snape felt himself
relax, "How interesting." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled, "Isn't it
though?"
* * *
For the rest of the week, Severus
and Hecate were both confined to their beds,
but luckily they had good company. Poppy
Pomfrey finally let them go on Friday
afternoon, upon Severus's insistence, as
well as that of the Headmaster. Ironically
enough, they ended up down by the lake,
where they conversed for at least an hour
before a silence drifted in.
"So," said Severus finally,
"what's to become of us now?" "You say 'us'
like we're supposed to be together," said
Hecate, casting a Tickling Charm on the
Giant Squid. "We are," said Severus, "I
decided." Her temper flared, "You decided,
did you? As if I'll just go along with it?"
He nodded, "Yes." "You think I'm just
going to say yes to whatever you say? Well
you've got another thing coming, buster!"
she said, standing up quickly. Severus
continued to sit on the grass, "Do I?"
"Yes! You do!" she said, voice rising
slightly, "Because..."
"Hecate."
"What?"
"Marry me."
Hecate's heart melted, "Of course."
**The End**
**************************************************************************************
A/N: Hey I just wanted to give special
thanks to those that finished this fic
completely. I hope you enjoyed reading it
as much as I did writing it! (I'm all about
writing Snape fic; I've also written a few
other Snape fics if you would like to check
those out too. I'd love to have more
input.) Oh, and by the way, I kind of feel
like doing a whole other sequel to this as
in post-marriage period, but I don't know if
I should or not. If you did/didn't like it,
please let me know if you feel this would be wise.