AN: In case you didnt notice the rating has changed to M because i'm not quite sure were some of you may chose to stop reading due to ratings.

sorry this chapter is short I have Finals coming up and am kinda slammed. Will update asap :)

~~SS POV~~

While my wife, god I love her, was in transfiguration I was stuck with the blundering dunder headed third years. Not wanting to risk a melted cauldron, I set them to writing an essay on healing potions and their uses. I was sitting at my desk Potions Weekly Journal in my hand when Minerva's owl patronus swooped in with a message. Its beak opened and I heard Minerva speaking over yelling and crying. The message was: "Severus come quickly its Mia."

Panic flooded my system, composing my face I kicked my class out and ran to Minerva's classroom. As I drew close Minerva's class came pouring out. But what struck me hardest was the faint sound of screaming and crying coming from the room. As I ran into the room I felt the magic of Minerva's silencing charm at the doorway.

In the room Mia was in a corner thrashing and crying, Minerva looked lost not knowing what to do. Hearing Mia cry out like that broke my heart. Pulling Minerva away from Mia I turned back to her and slow approached her. The closer I got the more calm Mia seemed to get. Pulling her close I rubbed circles on her back as she sobbed into my robes. Eventually she went slack in my arms. Knowing she had cried herself to sleep I nodded to Minerva, exited the room and stalked down to our rooms.

Waiting at my door was Draco and Potter. Sneering at Potter I stalked though the rooms and laid Mia on our bed. Returning to the living room I found a sobbing Draco being comforted by Potter. I understood the presence of Draco but could not fathom why Potter would be comforting his enemy.

"Why are you here Potter?" I snarled.

"Well, Professor, my boyfriend's long lost sister has been found and I'm here to support him."

So wonder boy is gay; that sure explains a lot.

"And then when we went to get her from class she starts screaming, crying, and fighting off invisible people. So Draco is an emotional wreck which worries me AND Hermione is missing!

Potter's green eyes took on a slight crazed/stressed look. But what really shocked me was at this particularly stressful moment Draco burst out in laughter. Potter and I stared as Draco tried to control himself ling enough to explain.

"Hermione….isn't…..missing" he gasped out in between laughing fits.

Sighing at my godson's behavior I explained to Potter the Hermione is a Veela and is actually a Malfoy and that I am her mate. That last revelation really threw Potter for a loop and forced him to sit and breath. Seeing his boyfriend's reaction Draco smirked before turning to me and asking why Mia would have reacted in such a way, Potter answered that one.

"Well, she had nightmares all during the hunt, but they got worse after being under Bellatrix's knife," he sighed, "she hates that scar."

"Mia has earned her scar and I find her scars beautiful because they helped shape he into the women I love today. Potter shut your mouth," I smirked.

Potter's jaw dropped as he heard a real genuine compliment come from me. Feeling that I had explained myself enough I retreated into out bedroom. Mia was shifted in her sleep a slight pained expression on her face. Not truly knowing what to do I simply crawled in beside her, held her close, and drifted off surrounded by her sweet scent.

~~MS POV~~

(Mia Snape)

At first the blackness was a relief, but then became more memories. As the memories began to worsen a strong comforting presence appeared and banished them, allowing me to sink back into a blissful black sleep.

I awoke with a strong sense of safety and protection, as well as two arms circling around me. Opening my eyes I found myself facing a sleeping Severus and effectively trapped. Happy just to be with him I snuggled down and attempted to go back to sleep. As my eyes began drifting shut once more Severus sighed and spoke

"Mia, Minerva has given us the day, and I want to know what happened."

Just the thought of telling someone hurt, What if he rejects me, knowing how fake I am? Rather than face him I burrowed under the covers. Severus pulled the covers back and gently forced me to look into his soft, concerned, beautiful, obsidian eyes.

"Mia, please, I want to help."

Looking away from him I began at my fifth birthday, that's when the beatings started, the rape started on my tenth birthday. It was the worst day of my life. From then on rape was added to my daily beating. I told my tale in a cold emotionless voice but still tears fell and I began to shake. Severus gathered my quaking form into his arms, held me close, and told his own tale of an abusive father. Eventually we fell into a comforting silence, and fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

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