Hermione barely made it to the porcelain coloured toilet before she lost all of her breakfast that she'd just eaten. She heard Severus running in behind her, but she waved him off.

"Go away. You don't need to see this." She told him; Severus didn't listen or care as he pulled back her hair and conjured a cool, wet washcloth for her forehead and a iced glass of water. She accepted the water with a weak smile.

"Thanks," she told him. Severus nodded and made sure the washcloth stayed on her forehead.

"Are you okay?" He asked her. Hermione shakily shook her head up and down.

"Yeah, I must've eaten something bad." Severus narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. They'd both eaten the very same thing, so since she was sick, he should have been, too. He made a mental list in his head, deciding just what was wrong with his wife of six months.

"No, we both ate the very same thing, made by the same person, with the same ingredients. Hermione, come with me." He took her by the hand and led her into their potions' storage room. He pulled out a small flask and poured it over her stomach, after having her lie down. There was a slow, creeping mist that floated around her stomach, clear and translucent until it slowly began to gain some kind of colour. It was a vivid green. Hermione gasped. So did Severus. It happened. It finally happened. They were getting their baby.

"IT HURTS!" Hermione screamed, clutching the sheets of the hospital bed. Severus had a bag of ice resting on her forehead.

"Shh, honey, I know it hurts, and it will for a while, but you need to push just one more time, and it'll all be over." He soothed. Hermione cried more and more.

"I can't do it!" She wailed, nearly bending Severus's hand in half. He just pursed his lips and took it like a man. That is, until his wife pushed all the way and sunk her teeth into his wrist. They both screamed. Both for similar, yet different reasons. He found gauze and bandaged up his hand, after making sure that she hadn't severed any major veins. She was still crying, but out of happiness. Their baby girl was here, and she was beautiful, even if she was wailing at the top of her lungs. Hermione and Severus both took turns holding her. They had decided to name their little girl Selene Persephone Snape. Basically, her name meant The Queen of the Underworld and the moon. With Snape as a last name. She was lovely. She wasn't much of a loud baby, except when she got terrified or furious. Then she was a nightmare to calm down.

Severus absolutely loved his daughter. She was pale, like him, with Hermione's eye shape and somehow had a rare condition of two different coloured eyes. The left was a gold colour and the right was like two gleaming onyxes. Her hair was curly and wild, like her mother's, but it was a shiny black, instead of chocolate brown. They could've never asked for anything as perfect as this, and they were ecstatic that they finally had a child in their lives to make them happy. Their dreams had been answered.

She liked to read. Loved it, in fact. She took pride in her name, happy that she was named after a Greek goddess, even if it was after the Queen of the Underworld. She thought it was cooler; Selene was just strange like that, though. She had a different way of thinking, and her mind was never silent, she had insomnia every night, unable to quiet her brain enough to fall asleep, so she was in good company with her mother and father. She was proud that they were her parents. Her mother was a wizard forensic, investigating everything that went wrong in the Wizarding world that had to do with murder or something like that. Her father, however, was much more different. He invented interesting potions and new spells, earning roughly 150,000 galleons a month and more when he made a new potion or spell, which made them one of the richest Wizarding families with her mum's income of 110,000 galleons a month and more when she solved a difficult case. Selene Persephone loved her family and everything about herself, especially her name.

She even made her parents call her Persephone, leaving out Selene, because she loved the sound of Persephone. It just sounded so perfect. Persephone smiled to herself. She was so happy. Today was December the fourteenth. She should be receiving her Hogwarts acceptance letter soon. She couldn't wait!

"Severus! Please!" Hermione screamed, raking her nails down her husband's pale back while he plunged into her. Selene Persephone had just left, and they could finally be with each other again without worrying if they would get caught. Severus tangled his hand into her bushy hair and bit into her neck, marking her forever his. Hermione only screamed louder when she felt her orgasm approaching quickly, and unstoppably.

"Yes, Hermione!" He groaned when he felt himself cumming inside of his beautiful wife. She had the afterglow on her face as she clutched to him.

"Mum! I've got a boyfriend!" Persephone had shouted when she got off of the Hogwarts' express, making Severus growl underneath his breath and Hermione elbow him in the ribs.

"That's great, honey!" She hugged her daughter and made sure Severus did, too and didn't search for the boy who had the nerve to become his daughter's boyfriend. What an imbecile.

"It's Scorpius Malfoy!" Both of her parents froze. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy finally had a child. Even the little shit deserved to be happy, they supposed, but they weren't too happy that their young, innocent daughter had fallen in like with this boy. However, they'd still have to deal with it, because they loved her, and parent's love could exist far beyond what regular love did. If he broke her heart, they'd be there to pick up the pieces.

"Well, erm, Malfoy. You like this boy?" Hermione fought to keep a hold on her emotions as well as Severus, who wanted to find his godson and his godson's child and beat both of them.

"I do! He's so polite and sweet! I mean, he's a bit arrogant, but I could care less! He's absolutely lovely!" Persephone gushed, making both of her parents laugh. "What's so funny?" She asked them.

"Draco Malfoy's son? Polite? Sweet?! Do you even know what you're getting yourself into? Selene, just think before you do anything stupid, sel vous plait!" Hermione begged her daughter, slipping in a quick 'please' in French, knowing that her daughter knew a few phrases, since she'd taken the liberty to teach Selene Persephone.

"Okay, okay, mum! I'll be careful, but he's not like Draco Malfoy at all! He's… wonderful!" Severus shook his head in disapproval. He couldn't stand Malfoy, but if that's whom his daughter was so enamoured with, then so be it. If he hurt her, he'd have hell to pay.

Severus wanted to cry. His little girl was just growing up so fast! She was beautiful, walking down the aisle in the same dress her mother wore. Her hair was curled and put up in a French bun, whatever that was. She and Scorpius had gotten engaged, seriously surprising Hermione and him, but they stood by her, after making sure that she wasn't pregnant. They were saying their vows to each other, making Selene Persephone's friends giggle and sniffle.

Eventually, the long wedding service was over, and Hermione walked over to Draco, who was a widow after his wife was murdered horrifically and Hermione figured out who it was. Antonin Dolohov. After the case had been closed, Draco walked over to Hermione and had apologized for everything; the both of them had developed a mutual friendship with each other, making it easier on Scorpius' decision to marry his Persephone.

She woke up in his arms five years ago. Today, she woke up to nothing. She missed him, of course, but it was his time to move on. She was heartbroken, but she knew she'd move on eventually. She hadn't had a granddaughter, since Scorpious and Persephone hadn't had a child yet, so she was completely alone. She could still remember the strong arms he'd wrap around her waist. She relished the remembered feeling of it.

Hermione felt like dying; there wasn't anything left. Her daughter was in France, living happily with her husband, her parents were gone, and now, so was Severus. She took in a deep breath and held it for a second before releasing it. She just wanted to go to sleep and wake up in his arms again. Hermione laid back and sighed. She was very sick, her hair had finally turned grey, her eyes were too large on her gaunt face, and her skin seemed like it was stretched too tightly over her bones. She closed her eyes and drifted off, deciding once and for all to give up.

"You're an idiot, love." She opened her eyes. Below her was an empty shell of the woman she used to be. Above her was a glaring Severus Snape, angry that she'd just given up her life like that.

"Severus, I-I'm sorry. It's just that, I'm old and ugly, and I'm going to die eventually, so why not now?" Hermione knew she was already dead, so she didn't care much about what happened. Severus had a near iridescent glow around him as he held out his hand. She placed hers in his and felt a shimmer run through her. No longer was she an old woman, but the young one that she'd left behind ages ago. She smiled and Severus pulled her closer to him, kissing her mouth.

"Too long. It's been much too long, wife." He tells her, both of them floating towards the white light in front of them.

"It has," she agreed. "However, we have all the time in the world. Let's go." They go up to their afterlife and immediately, they're basked in warm, fulfilling light. Severus turned to her.

"This is our home, now. It's beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, seeing her awed face. Hermione nodded and slowly walked towards the large kingdom that was now theirs. They both went inside, and Hermione smiled softly.

"I can't believe that this is real." She whispered, clutching to Severus as if she would wake up from this dream if she did.

"It's real, love. Believe me, it's real." He told her, tugging her closer to him and kissing her mouth. "It's very real, and I intend to make up on all the lost time that we've been through since I left you. And believe me, you're not going to be able to walk for a couple of days." He smirked, lifting her against the wall while she laughed.

"Randy as always, Severus?"

"I thought you'd never realize it for a couple more weeks."

Eternity. That's how long they'd be able to spend with each other, and they weren't going to waste a single bit of it. Both were grateful that Hermione had travelled back in time. After all, none of this would have happened if she'd never gone back. For it's true, it started with that first look.