A/N: this is for the Daily Prophet Deja Vu competition. Prompt: Go to a previous season and pick a challenge with a different position. Chosen: Season 1 round twelve, position: seeker. Write about your otp saying goodbye (final, morning etc)

Original team and position: Ballycastle Bats Keeper

OTP: Severus/Hermione. Final word count: 500

"Severus?"

It was her. She was there, even if she was just a hallucination, caused by the pain and venom.

"He's in bad shape," another voice noted.

What was that git doing in his hallucination? Both of them even? All he cared about was her. He saw the restraint in her face. She'd still never told her two best friends about them.

"Harry, look."

He knew immediately that she was pointing out the silvery memories that poured from his years. He mustered up the strength that he could, "Take them."

He wasted no time, taking the vial from her hand and filling it with the memories. The boys went to leave and she stood her ground, "Go on, I just don't think he should be alone."

The boys shared a look, shrugged, and left.

"Severus, I'm so sorry," she cried as she threw her arms around him.

"Hermione, you shouldn't have stayed," he replied as he slowly and weakly wrapped his arms around her.

"I had to. I couldn't just leave you here alone."

"It's not safe."

"He thinks that you're dead, he thought you two were alone. No one is coming here."

"Still, it's foolish. You could get hurt on your way back."

"Severus, shut up and enjoy this time. I am not going to spend our last moments fighting." Her eyes held back tears, but she still looked at him with pure love.

"I would have thought you might try to save me," he said as he coughed, a little spittle of blood speckling his hand.

"You should know me better by now," she said, her gentle giggle escaping despite the situation, "I don't try unless I know there's even the slightest chance. I'm shocked we've had this much time."

He nodded, knowing that he was going fairly fast.

"Severus, I love you. I think I always have. I am thankful for our time together, even if I'll never understand why me."

Severus shook his head and smirked, putting all his strength into raising his hand, placing a hand on her cheek, "And everyone thinks you're the brightest witch of your age. Hermione, you are brilliant, lovely and perfect. I love-"

He wished he had the strength to say more, or to hear her response, but his vision and hearing left him.

"That's your daddy," she said to the infant in her arms as she stood by the headstone, "Severus Tobias Snape. He would have loved you."

She hadn't expected their stolen hour to result in pregnancy. And she also hadn't expected to carry to term given the amount of stress she was under. But she was thankful for her daughter everyday.

She hadn't found love again, yet. Ron couldn't look past the fact that she loved Severus, and couldn't look past the fact that she had his child. And she wasn't in any rush to find anyone else. She loved Severus. Though their last moments had been cut off, she valued them dearly.

"Let's go home, Sera."