It’s a few months after the death eater cursed you and your consequential memory loss, and Severus found much more joy in the little things these days, when you’d remember things like your coffee order, or favorite plants in the greenhouses. He treasured them, it was a sign she was still in there somewhere. His wife, his only love, and he was fighting to get her back. He’d taken time away from hogwarts, Minerva had understood- the war changed everyone, but you had been changed entirely.

Now you sat a few months later on your mock up honeymoon, the usual spread of photos from the first time, sat the grass outside of Transylvania castle, the second stop on your world tour.

Severus had prepared a little picnic, Aaron a green and black tartan blanket. His touches and brown more frequent as of late, and a part of you started needing them all the same, the familiar love that had been buried starting to spark again. Memories flash’s by sometimes, frequent and fleeting but there

He brushes some hair behind your ear and smiles down at you with that same loving puppy dog gaze he’s never lost- not once “you’re as beautiful as the day we came out here the first time” he mumbled