Robin Snape, fruit of the love that had united Severus and you into a marriage of nearly five years. He had brought happiness and light to both of your lives, even if Severus was scared shitless. As soon as he held his little carbon copy into his arms, a strong sense of protection and love was born in him.

But destiny had decided to bring away the only joy from you and him, making everything turn dull and quiet, an agonizing emptiness into the house. An heavy feeling hung in the air wherever you went, especially Robin’s room, untouched, his scent still around. Dumbledore had let Severus take a few months off from being a potions professor, just so that he can have a break from teaching, until he is ready to return.

It was late at night when you had woken up from another nightmare, this time without your husband by your side. Walking around the dark house, you heard faint whispers coming from Robin’s room, the door slightly ajar. As you leaned against the frame, you watched your husband, sitting on the small bed with a picture in his hands.

“I was supposed to see half of your life and die before you..” His voice came out strained, broken and devastated, tears in his eyes threatening to fall, “It wasn’t supposed to be only six years.”