Two of the Same (A Harry Potter Student/Teacher Romance)

Epilogue

Epilogue

Snape’s POV

            “Severus, can you go call Sevy inside? He’s been outside all day. I swear he’s been swinging for an hour! It’s dinner time.”

            I got up from my desk in my study and walked through the parlor into the kitchen. I had to move all my bookshelves out of the kitchen so Marceline, the proper little housewife that she was, could cook.

            “Can you get Daisy from the parlor, too?”

            “Yes, Marcie.”

            I first went to the back door of the house and slid it open.

“Sevy, dinner time. Mum’s looking for you.”

“Aww, but I'm swinging!” he complained.

“Come on, Severin. Dinner time.”

I watched as he jumped off the swing mid-air and landed lightly on the ground. He began trotting back towards me and the house. As I went back inside, Marceline was singing softly to herself.

“We've been to the top, we've been to the bottom 

We've known everything and forgotten, yeah 

You've kicked me around, you've wrapped me in cotton 

You've carried our load, and you've shot 'em 

Oh yes the butterflies are still there 

Oh yes the butterflies are still there.”

I went to the parlor to get Daisy. She was playing with dolls and talking to herself. She looked just like her mother, with red hair and green eyes. Severin, on the other hand, looked like me, with Marceline’s green eyes. Both of them were beautiful.

Severin, now nine years old, hopped up into a chair at the table. Daisy was about to turn four. She came in with her favorite stuffed owl and sat down next to her brother. I put a grilled cheese sandwich down in front of her, as she was going through a phase where that was all she would eat.

“What do you want for dinner, Severin?”

“I dunno, what do you have?”

Marcie rolled her eyes.

“Well, since you are probably the most selective eater on earth, I was waiting until you were inside to begin cooking.”

“Do you have any more of that chicken you made yesterday?”

“I do indeed,” she said with a smile, going to the pantry she had put a cooling charm on.

While I had gotten rid of a lot of bookshelves, the space where a refrigerator should be was still occupied by reading materials.

“And what can I get for my sweetheart?” she asked me with a smile.

“I would love some of your special chicken, too.”

“Alright. Chicken for my boys, grilled cheese for my Daisy, and veggies for me.”

I watched Marceline as she darted around cooking, her long beautiful fingers moving quickly over pots, pans, spoons, and food.  She finally finished cooking and sat down at the table with us.

“How was your day at work?” she asked me, forking a piece of chicken onto my plate. She began cutting up Sevy’s before he caught her.

“Muuum!” he complained. “I can do it myself!”