Severus never thought there would be a day where he would meet someone that loved him- truly loved him. But the day came and he met you, the beautiful insatiable woman he’d sacrifice his life for. Your marriage was long, it had hard days- when severus would yell at your recklessness, your stubborn defiance to his words, but the good days outshone everything. Days when he’d sit on the couch reading old literature to you, or picnics by the black lake in the holidays- shopping in diagon alley before term starts bundled up in thick cloaks and scarves, fingers intertwined.

Severus loved you fiercely, deeply. He had a love that no fire could put out, so true it would withstand the end of time.

Then the war came. He’d lost sight of you for only a second and the next you were crumpled by a pile of rubble, head bleeding and eyes closed. In that moment he thought the world had stopped. He had done everything, experimental medicine- potions he spent hours working on, to save you. The curse had just grazed your head, send you flying back. The damage was mostly internal- the healers said it was amnesia.

You wouldn’t remember him. Remember any of it, only fragments of the past, that all he could do was sit and wait for you to just what- remember it all again? He didn’t know, and that’s what scared him the most.

You had been away for a few weeks now after ST mungos’ released you, staying with your mum, the only person you fully remembered, and it was torture. He sat in the living room of spinners end looking through photo books, letters, scrapbooks of holidays.

He wished he’d taken more photos, stuffed his shy stubbornness away to have more of you to hold onto now. Eventually he decided maybe you could do good with some memories, to try and spark some recognition. He apparated to the front of your parents house and knocked on the door