Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I wish I did. You know the drill.

A/n: This is an HGSS story, which, in case you did not know, means Hermione Granger and Severus Snape. If you do not enjoy this pairing, please leave now. If you do, well, enjoy the story.

I'm so glad you're all enjoying this story so far. Y'all noticed my flaw in the plot... yes, Hermione's been pregnant for far too long. I'm sorry about that... wasn't thinking when I wrote that part. Oh, well.

This chapter is in Severus' POV, in second-person. IMPORTANT: This section is in the past, a few days after Severus died. Let's just say that Severus is now resting in Heaven, with no suffering.

Hey, I'm a Christian. I am sorry if you disagree with the first part of Severus' chapter, because it is the only way I can write this.

Anyway, let me continue with the story. Final chapter will be in their daughter's POV.

Not Forgotten

To Enter or Not to Enter

(Two days after Severus' death...)

A guardian angel looks you over. "Well, Severus Snape, it's now up to you. You have a few more hours before your soul completely enters the Realm of the Dead."

You nod numbly, still in your human form. You know what the rule is in the Realm of the Dead: No suffering, no pain. Looking down on those still on earth, the loved ones you left behind, brings you pain... and you are not even fully in the Realm of the Dead yet.

This is your time to remember the life you left on earth before you enter the Realm of the Dead. To remember once more.

You see the memories flashing before your eyes: Angry memories, sad memories, happy memories... and loving memories. The memories of Hermione Jane Granger.

You never thought you were a kind man, a good man. Hermione Granger proved you wrong. She saw you as a man who loved and thought of others before yourself. You always thought that was an exaggeration. Maybe she was right. Maybe she wasn't.

She said once, in her seventh year at Hogwarts, "Professor Snape, you are a good man. I know it. I've known you for almost seven years. You just need to believe it yourself."

It was one of the kindest statements you'd ever heard, especially since it was directed to you. You said that you'd never forget that.

You then remember one of the worst memories of your life: The day you accepted the position to spy for Dumbledore. You became a Death Eater all for the sake of the war. You didn't want to participate in it, but you did.

Your reputation, what was left of it, went spiraling down. No one liked you anymore. No one even knew you for the small amount of goodness in you. No, to the public, you were either 'Big, greasy Death Eater', 'Greasy bat of the dungeons', or 'Snape the git'.

Dumbledore supported you through your Death Eater life. He was one of the only ones who did. You suspected that Minerva McGonagall knew that you were really a spy, and so did a couple other staff members, but they were only the ones close to Dumbledore. McGonagall knew because she and Dumbledore were practically a couple, and Pomfrey, because she helped get you potions after the Death Eater meetings.

Many words flash into your mind, connected with being a Death Eater:

Cruel.

Hatred.

Bastard.

Life.

Death.

Those five words pretty much sum up all your feelings of being a Death Eater. It was a cruel job. Many got used to it, and it being their sanctuary. You shudder to think of that. You never got used to it.

Hatred. You felt hatred towards the Dark Lord since you were recruited. You doubt you will ever get over that hateful feeling.

You were a bastard, going around and killing innocent people. It was all to get rid of the Dark Lord, once and for all. But, as much as you wanted to get rid of him, you never wanted to kill. You were only Slytherin for your spying and lying abilities. Nothing more.

Life. You gave up your life to be a spy, and you took lives as a spy. Either way, you were on the losing end.

Death. You killed others, and you felt like the Dark Lord had killed you, once you had become a Death Eater. In a way, he did. Your life, your normal life, was over. Your life as a spy had just begun.

"Hermione," you whisper, sadness overcoming you. You miss her. You miss her so much, it hurts.

You remember the instructions you gave her, to obliviate herself after you died. You wonder, will she? You aren't sure whether you want to agree with what you said, or bite back your words. While you want the best for her, you don't want her to forget you. If you hadn't cared for her so much, you would have eaten your words. But you care for her, oh, so much, and you want the best for her. You don't want any pain for Hermione, either.

You remember how Hermione had always called you 'Severus', no matter how many times you asked her to shorten it. But, then again, she was always your 'Hermione'. You did not care for nicknames, for it wasn't the name that mattered; it was the person inside who did.

At one point in your life, you wanted to be the hero. Then, you realized, all you wanted was to be cared for. It is true, the saying that no one can live a life without someone to care for them. Though, you can live a life thinking others care for you, while they do not; they are only following your directions out of fear.

Death Eaters. They were not friends of the Dark Lord.

Your friends? Were your colleagues your true friends? No, they were merely acquaintances, with the exception of Albus Dumbledore. But was he true friend, or were you just his spy? Was he being nice to you all this time because he truly cared for you, or was he merely being polite? You can never be too sure with Albus Dumbledore.

Then there was Hermione. She was special. In a way, she was one of your first true friends. More than friends. Lovers. Significant others.

Your friendship evolved around something you hadn't ever felt before...

Love. Nor has the Dark Lord ever felt it. You never thought you would. You are glad you did.

You miss her, so much. But, if you really care for her, you would do anything for her. You know what is best for her.

Obliviate me from your memories, Hermione. I can't have you suffering any longer. You don't deserve it any more than I do.

You will always love her. But the situation is not in your hands right now.

You cannot control what Hermione does on earth, you can only hope.

You can only hope she will make the right decision.

Hermione, I will love you forever, and I want the best for you, no matter what.

You enter the Realm of the Dead without another thought. The gates close.

A/n: Yes, the Realm of the Dead is based on Heaven. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and sorry for the long wait. Please review.

-Sunny