Title: "Remember Again (Epilogue)"
Authoress: Mistress Vamp
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Summary: Their family remembers.
Rating: R (M)
Warnings: Mention of Mpreg, Character Death, Attempted Suicide, OOCness
Disclaimer: I'm not JKR. I wish I were, though. I am merely using the characters for my own twisted and perverted pleasures. Inspired by Josh Groban's "Remember Me" from the Troy soundtrack. Mary Elizabeth Frye wrote and owns the poem used at the top. No copyright infringement intended. I needed it for my story.
Authoress Notes: This is for Katie (quixotichope) who requested Harry/Severus; hurt/comfort/first time; Harry is insecure and he needs someone (Severus) to show him that he's worth something. Rating anywhere from pg-13 to nc-17. Thank you for answering my 'FmNbLe' song lyric challenge, love. I hope you like this.
Beta: Shannon (shannon730 on LJ)
Word Count: 676 ((Does not include -0-0- symbols or 'The End'))
Written on: August 13, 2005
Special Note: POV's change between each -0-0-0-0- breaker.
Special Thank You Note: A very special thank you to my beta, Shannon, who read through this little three-part fic in its entirety and help me piece it together to make sense. I hope you all enjoy this version better than the last!
Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
by: Mary Elizabeth Frye
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"Papa?"
"Yes?"
"Why do we come and visit Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's graves if it makes Dad sad?"
75-year-old Severus Potter-Snape looked down at his 13-year-old daughter and smiled just a little. "Because it has been a tradition your Dad has done since their deaths, little one."
"Oh, but why?" she asked with curious onyx eyes.
Severus looked back at the figure of his husband kneeling next to the graves that housed the bodies of his friends. So often, he had wondered the same thing, but he never fully questioned his husband with such details. "He just does."
13-year-old Hermina Jane Potter-Snape looked at her Papa then at her Dad. Tilting her head gently, she released her Papa's hand and joined her Dad. Kneeling beside him, she took his hand in silent comfort, biting her lower lip as neither spoke.
Standing beyond the cemetery entrance, 17-year-old twin boys stood guard. Ronan and Ronny Potter-Snape were now in their seventh year at Hogwarts, and were true to their name. Much like their Uncle Ron, they had the fire-y temper of a redhead. They were troublemakers, but more often than none, trouble seemed to have found them wherever they went. They were as brilliant as their Papa, but despite their name and much to the annoyance of their Sire, both had ended up in Ravenclaw.
After giving each other a glance, they left the entrance and soon stood at their Papa's side. Severus looked at one then the other, then graced his eyes upon his husband and their daughter. He led his twin sons to the stones and stood behind his husband. Reaching out carefully, he stroked his long fingers through the raven brown hair of his eternal mate, loving how unruly it was.
Harry Potter-Snape, now 55-years-old, raised his head and looked up at his husband. Giving him a soft smile, he stood as he lifted his daughter. Kissing her gently on the cheek, Harry looked at his twin sons, who had inherited much of their Sire's characteristics, except the emerald green eyes on one and hazel with a hint of blue in the other. He winked and looked at their daughter, who was now in her third year at Hogwarts, and placed her on the ground. She had, much to their surprise, inherited nearly everything from Harry, except, of course, her bottomless onyx colored eyes.
As the family stood together and looked at the three graves, Harry gave a tender smile. Hermina, who had vowed to make her Aunt Hermione proud since she carried her name, was the smartest witch in her year and the years below her. Having ended up in Gryffindor like her father, her uncle, and her aunt, she proved that not only was she the first Snape to be in Gryffindor, but she was, much like her brothers, a Potter-Snape.
Together, even though they were four years apart and in separate houses, they were deemed Hogwarts new Golden Trio in honor of their father and their deceased Aunt, and Uncle. The twin boys were also very protective of their little sister. Their father often smirked sadistically whenever he heard Hermina's tales about how her brothers ruined a chance for perhaps a suitor to approach. They would have given the Weasley twins a run for their money; he was sure of that.
Harry gave a small nod to the graves then looked at his husband and winked. Leading his family out of the cemetery and straight to their apparation point, Harry James Potter-Snape took one final look back and whispered 'soon' to the ghosts that smiled back. Silently, the Potter-Snape family left the cemetery and would next return nearly six decades later to bury one of their very own.
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On this day, the wizarding world lays Harry Potter-Snape to rest. His husband of nearly one-century, Severus Potter-Snape, their twin sons, Ronan and Ronny Potter-Snape, a daughter, Hermina Potter-Snape Stegar, and several grandchildren and great grandchildren survive him. May you rest in peace for all eternity, Harry. We will all miss you dearly.