Did he know when I vanished that he would not see me again? Did he feel his heart break? Did he feel any remorse as he crashed the time turner against chest? Did he stare at the spot I stood? Did his anger disappear the moment I did not immediately return? Did grief overwhelm him? Did he spend hours, days, weeks, months, and years trying against all futilty to change his actions?
I stood on the grand staircase asking myself this as my body gave in and I fell down the few steps onto the flagstones of the entrance hall. Darkness taking over my body. No thoughts left to voice.
My next moments of conscientious were of bliding light. My eyes watering as I tried to open them slightly. Every nerve of my body felt exhausted. Slowly I flexed my fingers, testing their ability to touch.
My eyes adjusted in time and I turned my neck around to see him there. Sitting on the chair next to my cot.
An overwhelming desire to affirm his presence coursed through me, and I reached out, my trembling hand extending towards him. The contact jolted him awake, his eyes flickering with a glimmer of alertness.
"Hermione," his voice, raspy and laden with a mix of relief, guilt, and concern, broke the silence.
"Severus," I whispered, his name a lifeline that tethered me to reality amidst the chaos of time.
The End
Author note - Just something short after re reading some of my other one shots. Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed it xoxo