Related Reveries

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As wonderful as impending motherhood seemed to Jane, she was not at all enjoying her pregnancy. Endless "morning" sickness, hot flashes, and her ramped up hormones was keeping her in an exhausted state. She spent more time with her head pressed to the cool tiles of the bathroom floor with a glass of water beside her then she did elsewhere. She was also pretty sure that she hadn't keep any food down in days so she couldn't blame Daniel's obnoxious worry.

"That's it, Jane. I'm taking you in. I'm not a specialist and there's no reason for you to be struggling this much." He told her as he knelt down to pick her up. "This can't be good for the baby." He said to her. He had been worried since she'd spent the better part of the early morning hours from about two am until now, approximately seven am, upchucking for her life.

"Please, Danny… Don't. They're going to tell you the exact same thing that they told us last week. It's normal. My body is just taking longer than normal and some women don't ever adjust to being pregnant." Jane was so tired; she couldn't bother fighting with him though and instead resorted to begging. "Please, just please help me get back to bed." Daniel gazed at her for a moment and the second he saw the tears in her eyes, he knew it was a hopeless cause to deny her.

He carried Jane back to her bedroom and helped her get tucked in. He made sure there was a cold glass of water and ice chips beside her bed. They'd also taken to using the baby monitors one of the older nurses at the hospital had given to him to give to her as walkie-talkies of a sort so that he could know when she really needed him. "Sleep tight, sweetie."

Jane grunted a response, already in the clutches of Hypnos' hands. Sleep quickly took hold of her before Morpheus welcomed her into a state of dreaming. Her dream felt so vivid and real that she actually thought herself awake.

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A fireplace crackled before her as she stood facing it; in her peripheral view she caught sight of a magnificent set of bookshelves. Jane was immediately drawn to the tomes and began to peer at the titles on the spines of each one. Titles such as "New Theory of Numerology", "Ingredient Encyclopedia", "Mastering Potions 101", and endless other texts all caught her attention. She went to reach for the one titled "Secrets of the Darkest Art" and a voice that sent delicious shivers down her spine stopped her.

"Really Miss Granger, shouldn't you know better than that by now?" He asked her, leaning against the door frame, one foot crossed over the other at the ankle and arms followed over his chest. Jane turned to look at him and felt all the air rush out of her lungs and her heart pick up over time. In the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if she was about to die.

There, standing before her, was quite possibly the most arresting, uncharacteristically handsome man she had ever had the pleasure of seeing. She couldn't help but recognize how familiar he was to her. He had long, black hair that hung lank around his face and down to his shoulders, a large and rather crooked nose, thin lips, high cheekbones, and he was tall. So tall. So tall in fact that Jane actually had to tilt her head up a bit just to meet his endlessly black eyes.

"Well, Severus, shouldn't you know better than to still be calling me Miss Granger. You cannot shag me like you just did not even an hour ago and still be so formal." She teased back at him, walking up to him in a manner that exuded feminine confidence.

"You are positively too cheeky for your own good, Hermione. I can't imagine why I put up with you." He said, crooking a finger and lifting her chin as he leaned down and pressed his grinning lips to hers. Sweet warmth filled her spirit as they kissed and she felt so utterly content in that moment. She was sure she was undeniably radiating joy thanks to him.

"Because you love me." She finally answered in a matter of fact tone, giving him a devilish smile as if daring him to say otherwise.

"That I do. Never doubt that, my own." He had taken to calling her "my own" as it sounded just enough like "Mione" without being annoying and it was so endearing that the first time she had heard those words come from his lips she actually swooned — hands clasped together, head tilted to the side, giggling like a schoolgirl—swooned for all that she was worth.

"I'd never doubt that, Sev as you should never doubt my love for you." She assured him, staring up into his eyes. She let her hands play with the strands of hair that rested against his shoulders. As lank as it looked, it was absolutely silky to the touch.

"Never." He told her, leaning his head down once more to seal his lips against hers in a kiss that quickly turned from tender into ardent with passion.

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"My Own… My Own… Hermione…" He gasped as he came too from yet another night of restless sleep. This was the first dream that truly stayed in his mind. He had gradually come to remember few details of her aside from her beautiful face such as her cleverness, her wit, and her intelligence. It rivaled his own, he could tell. Her passion was equivalent to his own and even heightened it. Every time he woke, he began to feel more and more forlorn. A place within himself physically ached.

Silas wondered if this Severus was who really was and that was his true name. Perhaps, his dream was a memory that actually occurred at one point. He tested the name "Hermione" on his lips and found that it felt as natural as saying his own before he dared tried to imagine himself as a Severus. His lips curved down into a frown. He felt as though that could be correct. He felt more like a Severus than a Silas and he found that the former name twinged at his mind as if possessing the ability to unlock a life of memories that were hidden. "Severus… Severus…" He mumbled to himself in the darkness. "Severus and Hermione. Hermione and Severus."

He glanced over at the clock and realized he ought to get up and get ready for work. As he headed into the bathroom connected to his bedroom, he didn't realize that Samuel had been standing at his door and peering in through the small crack. He had been watching Silas sleep, having found it a habit to check in on the younger man since he noticed he had trouble sleeping.

Color Samuel, the squib, surprised when the young man he had been taking care of and looked upon as his own was quite possibly the Severus Snape, hero of the Wizarding World. How he hadn't realized before was embarrassing to himself, but he argued that he'd been away from the Wizarding World for some odd fifteen years now and he'd only seen Severus in passing on his own visits to Hogwarts and the late Headmaster Dumbledore.

"This is not good…" He spoke to nobody but himself as he made his way to the kitchen to sit at the table and contemplate his next moves. He needed to get in contact with the Minister of Magic, but he had no idea if the man could be trusted. Who could be trusted? It had been so long since he'd held any ties to that world. He would plan quickly and figure something out, because if the man he had taken to calling Silas was in fact Severus Snape that meant that someone out there might be threatening the Wizarding world.

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Daniel's eyebrows were drawn closer together as he heard Jane speaking on the other end of the baby monitor. He was used to Jane talking in her sleep, but it was usually nonsense.

"Who the hell is Severus?" Were his general thoughts as he got out of bed and went to check on Jane. When he found her, she was sprawled out in her bed, covers kicked off and bunched on the opposite side of her bed, and worst of all her pajama bottoms were stained with blood. The amount was no more significant than a woman who would be expecting a period, but for a pregnant woman this was no occasional spotting and enough to send the well-trained nurse into a panic.

"Oh no, God please no, not the baby." He said, an ill feeling mucking up his stomach as he quickly dialed 911 and rushed to carefully wake Jane.

"Jane, sweetie, you need to wake up… Come on, sweetie." He sat on the bed beside her, carefully drawing her from her sleep. When her eyes opened, a frowned formed on her face.

"What's wrong, Daniel? I don't feel too good. Let me sleep." She mumbled, not noticing the uncomfortable wetness at her thighs.

"Don't flip out… Stay calm… There's something wrong with the baby, the ambulance is on its way, but you have to stay calm for me, darling." Daniel said in a tone as soothing as he could muster up right now.

The flash of panic that appeared in Jane's eyes shook him to the core and he prayed to every deity that he could think of that this was a false alarm and that Jane's baby would be all right.

A/N: Oh no! Jane might be losing the baby… What do you think? And did anyone figure Samuel was a squib? I didn't hint much too it, but I couldn't resist the idea. I had this story all mapped out, but it's slowly changing itself as I write it, but it's heading in a good direction. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and there should be another quick update coming soon! Remember: reviews are always welcome! Thank you for reading!