#sick severus

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Severitus scene is done ✨️❤️‍🩹 Getting Severus back to safety in Grimmauld Place.

Whatever It Takes.

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All the Light You Left Behind — 14k word one-shot that hurts in the best way.

In the quiet aftermath of war, Hermione Granger finds purpose as a healer’s apprentice—and her first assignment is Severus Snape. He is gravely ill, bitter, and barely clinging to life. She is determined, patient, and refuses to leave his side.

What begins as reluctant companionship deepens into something neither of them / expected. But time is not on their side. As Severus fades and Hermione is left to carry the weight of memory and love unspoken, she must decide how to go on in a world that keeps taking.

A story of grief and healing, starlight and legacy—and the rare, beautiful miracle of having existed together, even for a moment.

HEA—but you will have to earn it.

Artwork is my own. 💕

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64567852

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Newest severitus piece for Whatever It Takes, done ✨️

(and goodness I hate backgrounds SO much)

Whatever It Takes

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The aftermath on the attack at Grimmauld Place ❤️‍🩹

(Post war severitus)

Whatever It Takes

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Whatever It Takes was such an emotional rollercoaster of a journey, that I felt help me cope somewhat with my life at that point. Seeing my father - whom I had poor relationship with prior - deteriorate daily for three years with the cancer that ultimately spread, echoed the emotions Harry was feeling as he watched Severus' health decline each day.

The anger of the prognosis. The grief of lost time. The sadness of wishing you didn't have the relationship you did before he got sick.

Now feeling like the least you could do was push the past away so you could be there for their present. And because of the limited time they had.

Harry watching Severus fade away from him, mirrored what was happening in my life at the time. But unlike Severus, my father never carried the guilt of how he treated me growing up. There was so many words I wished that were said, but instead, I pushed it away just to deal with the grief of losing a parent and support my family during those final days.

Harry and Severus had the time to mend things, and deal with that guilt and pain of the past. And knowing Severus may eventually lose his life, made Harry even more heartbroken of losing yet another pivotal adult figure. Amongst the pain of survivors guilt after the war.

Their story - I made sure it was a beautiful journey. With all of its aches and pains, but also, a well-needed reconciliation ❤️‍🩹✨️

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He watched the life slowly fade away from him, as agonising minutes passed.

Hours turned into dreadful days, where what Harry spent recovering from the war, became the unnoficial carer for a dying Severus Snape.

The man's clothes hung from his thinned frame like tattered curtains. His shadowed eyes sunken into his face as the only color seen was the redness surrounding his iris'. Food barely touched his lips; his appetite began to fade each day. Water coating his tongue was a rarity, if he ever had the energy. His gait moved slower, until the moment he needed help to move. Stairs became his enemy. His bony and calloused hands trembled with the curse running rampart through his veins.

Eating away at what remained of the silent hero.

Hopeless. Dread.

Another about to lose their life, and silencing any chance of a new beginning.

Severus was right - life wasn't fair. Not for either of them.

Whatever It Takes

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Snippet from CH24 -

Nothing like learning to get along when both are stuck in Grimmauld Place together.

So in true severitus style, you know how this goes.

Check out their journey of reconciliation in Whatever It Takes

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Curious as to the words mentioned by Healer Melody, Harry flicked aside the collar of the man's shirt they had placed back upon him and noticed that she was right…The blackened tendrils had disappeared, without a trace. The wound at his neck appeared clean behind its bandage, realising that the tendrils of the curse had also retracted from its desperate hold on the wound. He really had no idea what this meant, although he was more than inclined to believe that the dark curse was well and truly removed, and yet still allowed the man to die peacefully, in his own time. Perhaps even the curse had a strange sense of dignity in its dark resolve.

He leaned forward on his knees, still staring at the prone Slytherin, in his attempt to spot any further sign of life. An eye flutter. A quivering lip. A grumble of frustration.

Anything.

Harry tried his hardest to quell the deep sadness burning him up from within him.

Eventually, he could no longer bear the silence as he broke, "…I'm so sorry."

Those words felt like too heavy of a burden to withhold. The weight of everything in his feeling was like an anchor on his chest, unmoving.

"I'm such an idiot. I always made things difficult for you. I blamed you for trying to steal the stone. I blamed you for Sirius' death. I loathed you for Dumbledore's death. I blamed you for everything else I didn't have an answer for and hating you for no real reason made it easier to deal with my own problems…and that wasn't fair on you. "

Harry rubbed his eyes, as he leaned back into the chair. The man remained unmoving.

"Why…Why did you have you hate me so much? Maybe, just maybe…I would have been able to understand if you had just told me why, " Harry spoke quietly, "I get it. I know now why you couldn't have told me. Just…You let me hate you and wish you dead for all these years, and for that…I hate myself for it."

Harry looked up briefly at the dull evening light streaming down through the stained-glass windows, casting the Hospital Wing with a comforting glow. He had to try and stop himself from crumbling completely, and he really didn't want anyone to see him like that. He knew that they just wouldn't understand. To others, he was a man who fought on the right side after deceiving everyone for years. To Harry, he meant so much more than even dared to anticipate. Bringing his gaze back to the painful reality, he looked at Severus' paled face yet again, "We're going to get the others back tonight…I'll be careful. I wish…I could really do with your advice…That brutal honesty I used to hate so much. I don't feel comfortable admitting this, but…I'm scared. Really scared. Of the mission, of losing people, of…seeing you like this. At least, you're not in pain anymore."

He paused, looking at the man's eyes expecting them to flutter open and scold him for wasting time. When nothing happened, he lowered his voice once again, almost hoarse, and yet, quivering as it started to break yet again, "…You can let go if you want, Severus. I know you wanted to before, but I want to say that it's okay if you still do. I know it's selfish of me to want you to stay, but…I understand. We both worked so hard to make amends…Set things right…I just wish…we had more time."

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