A/N: Hello, bit longer chapter here. But (unfortunately) no evil wench, I just love her! Well, I don't actually know who she is really get, but I can work that out… So here you go. BTW the title has no relation to the chapter it's just for Douglas.

One Momentary Glimpse

"Yes, Miss Granger, he'll be just a few doors down, we'll look after him very well. I can understand how you're feeling right now, it must be very confusing," the junior Healer was moving the crib to another room,

"Yes…thank you, I think this will help," she sat up a bit, "do you know where Professor Snape is?"

"I haven't seen him since this morning Miss Granger, I'm sorry," she opened to the door in front of her magically and pushed the crib out.

Hermione looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, she let herself fall back onto her pillow and into a tormented sleep.

Severus appeared at the door a few minutes later, he looked in and saw Hermione asleep and their son gone. He groaned again, and walked along the corridor trying to find him in another room. He found room at the end of the corridor, full of cribs and healthy strong babies, at the back was his son, so tiny, so fragile. He glanced his eyes over the other babies, small placards above their heads spelt out their names, above his there was nothing. He was ten days old and he still didn't have a name.

But he could sense what Hermione was going to do; if she couldn't get her memory back then he suspected she would get the baby adopted and leave him. She didn't understand how much he loved her.

He walked back to her room and sat down on his chair, she was fast asleep, but he could tell by the way she was writhing about that it was not a peaceful sleep. She moaned and shook, and then suddenly she shot up, sweating profusely.

"Severus!" she screamed, "Severus, where are you?"

"I'm here," he said concernedly and knelt down beside her, "what is it?"

"What's happened? The baby, wwhere is it? Is it OK? Where am I?" she shook violently,

"No, Hermione, don't worry, you sent him away remember, he's fine."

"It's a boy!" she threw her arms around him, "why has he gone?"

"Hermione! You remember!" he held her tightly against his chest and stroked the top of her head, "you remember!"

"What?"

"You've been awake for a week, but you couldn't remember me. I don't what's happened now."

He kissed her deeply on the lips and her stomach fluttered, gradually regaining strength as if he was breathing it into her. She pulled her tangled hair away from her face.

"Can I see him?" he looked at her, timidly, "What is it?"

"He's very small, and quite ill, he's better than he was, but still…" he nodded, "I'll go and get a Healer."

He got up and walked out of the door, she sat up in her bed looking around herself, she hadn't realised that she seen it all before for the last week. To her it felt as if she was waking up for the first time since the birth. A few minutes later Severus came in, followed by a Healer, pushing a small crib towards the end of her bed, the Healer went out and Severus lifted the baby out of the crib.

Hermione looked up, she saw the tiny body and part of her that she had never felt before, jumped to the front of her heart, throbbing against her ribcage, tears poured down her face. She held out her arms and held the fragile little life in them. Slowly rocking him backwards and forwards, holding up his head gently. He gripped tightly on one of her fingers and she laughed. Severus put his arm around them both, holding his small family together, he too joining in the laughter as Hermione tried desperately to extract her finger.

She smiled at up him and suddenly grabbed his face and kissed him hard on the lips with a force that sent him spinning. He sat down beside her and she handed their son to him, he tickled the baby's feet and kissed his forehead.

"He doesn't have a name yet Hermione," he looked at her,

"Oh, I'd never thought of that," her face looked strained again.

"We don't have to decide now, but he needs a name."

"When was he born?"

"28th of July, about four in the morning I think."

"What's the date now?"

"7th of August,"

"I never got Harry a birthday present! Severus, I'll have to get him one."

"Hermione," he replied, "You don't have to get Harry a present, I'm sure he'll understand."

"Severus, I'll have to tell them then?" she looked worried,

"I really think you ought to, and your parents, you have to tell your parents."

"But, Severus, I can't tell them!"

"Why not?"

"They'd go mad, they'd make me have it adopted, they'd never let me see you again," she sighed,

"Don't they love you?"

"Yes of course they do, but…"

"Hermione, I'm sure they'd rather you told them now than if they find out two years later,"

"You'll have to come with me, we'll tell the Weasleys, Harry and my parents, but that's it."

"What about Dumbledore?"

"No!" she shouted, "we can't tell him!"

"He'll find out, you know he will,"

"Exactly, he doesn't need us to tell him, please Severus."

"Alright, but he will find out." He hugged her, "Do you want me to see whether we can go soon?"

"OK," she looked up at him, "Will we go to your flat?"

"Our home? Yes." He left them alone.

Hermione looked down at the baby, he was completely bald, but had deep black eyes, just like his father. She just hoped he wouldn't develop the same hooked nose, she giggled. Snape came back in, smiling.

"They'll run a few checks on you tomorrow morning, if it's OK, we can go home in the afternoon. But go to sleep now, it's late." He took the baby from her arms and placed him back in the crib. He kissed her forehead and conjured a small camp bed beside hers.

A/N: So, things looking up! At last. Baby's name? Should I go for a mythological thing, or Latin (eg. Felix lucky) or something totally random? But I'll keep thinking. Reviews! ;)