u/Teatreespecial

October 1998. The war is over, the survivors are picking up the pieces, and Severus Snape is trying very hard to leave an Order party without talking to anyone.

He fails.

Two thirds of the Golden Trio find him in the corner with his Ogden's. Potter is missing a shoe. Weasley ends up on the floor. And somewhere in the middle of the chaos, Snape learns that Hermione Granger, the most relentlessly present person he'd ever had the misfortune of teaching, has been standing silent at the back of the room all evening; hiding behind her hair, slipping away before anyone could look at her too closely.

She didn't ask for his concern. She probably doesn't want it. He goes looking for her anyway.

What he finds in the overgrown garden of Grimmauld Place will change the carefully reconstructed shape of his post-war life.

As always, thanks for reading! Much love

Someday, sooner than I’d like I expect

I’ll take your purple sweatshirt off the kitchen table, tossed aside when you went to sleep for the last time.

I’ll stop expecting your smile and bounce when you come down the front hall.

I’ll put away your right sized for you bowl stand. You always insisted on using the big dog bowls anyway, standing on your tippy toes to drink.

I’ll stop automatically stepping over sunbeams so I don’t interrupt your naps.

I’ll wash and put away your fleece blanket, the one you arranged so diligently each night before bed.

I’ll wipe the nose marks off the sunroom door where you liked to watch the rabbits and squirrels in the yard.

I’ll stop listening for your “muffs” and headbutts at my office door when you decide it’s time to come visit me.

I’ll move your purple collar and harness off the foyer newel post, where they sit waiting for your next car ride.

I’ll stop wiping my legs down first when I come out of the shower. I’ll never understand why leg water always apparently tasted so good.

I'll hang your tags in the memory tree with your predecessors and bury your ashes in the garden where you liked to bask in the sun.

I’ll stop listening for you.

But I’ll never stop loving and missing you my girl.

My Potato.

My Lucy

Edit. We lost Lucy yesterday. We are heartbroken 💔

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