It was some stupid fight, emotions raging like a tempest. It had been raining, you remembered that because you’d been soaked to the skin. The sky had been crying for you, mourning the loss of a relationship so pure.

Severus never replied to your owls after that, you knew you’d said some hurtful things but becoming a Death Eater was not something you ever expected from him.

To Severus, that fight had been like the world crashing around him. Not only had he lost his Lily, but he had lost you. Then, after her death, Severus realised just how alone he truly was.

By 1990 you’d stowed away memories of Severus. Now, there were bright spots in your mind that illuminated the otherwise dark recesses.

Dumbledore had come to you with a proposal; he would gladly help you with a personal project, if you housed The Order. After all, you’d grown up rich, in the countryside. You had a fortune to your name and lived in a home so well protected you doubted even ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’ could get in. Obviously, out of passion and desire to help with Dumbledore’s cause, you accepted.

Remus, Sirius, Moody, Molly, Kingsley and Tonks were all faces you were more than happy to see- after all, they’d saved you multiple times from danger both growing up and into adulthood.

Though the final face who walked through your door was unexpected. Those dark eyes, that long, greasy, black hair, your Severus. At least, he used to be your Severus. What stood before you was a man hardened by loneliness and betrayal.

He paused, you paused, neither of you really knew what to say. It had been over a decade, and neither had exchanged a word- and not due to lack of trying on your part.

Severus quietly whispered your name, as if relieved to see a face he could trust, even if that coldness still lingered in his eyes. It was good to see him again, at least.