Severus Snape, a lanky wizard with shoulder-length black hair, drew in a deep breath as he lay in the Infirmary, two weeks later. He could not believe that the dark wizard he served for so many years was gone. He was free. He didn't need anyone or anything. He could quit and focus brewing for the rest of his life without a care in the world. For the first time in a very long time, he smiled. No more brats like Longbottom making him think that he would die at any minute. No more of the Weasley twins making his life hell by reminding him of the Marauders. He was absolutely and positively free. Nothing could hold him back.

"Severus," a soft voice spoke to the left of him.

Except her, he nearly sighed before he glanced towards the dark-haired witch. He gave her the look that could only mean "WHAT?" He understood that she thought there might have been something between them, which he wouldn't necessarily dispute. There was something between them, and that was their agreement. He'd indulge her foolish and ridiculous romantic side so that he wouldn't be alone and could forget the horrors he saw while in the Dark Lord's presence. Granted, he had been seeing her more frequently before, but he had been under a lot of stress those days. At least that was his reasoning, and he wasn't going to admit anything else.

"What do you want, Sinistra?" he replied with a hint of a snarl when she didn't respond. Each second she refused to speak, he felt his anger increase. The only reason he was stuck in the Infirmary was due to Albus and Minerva doing their best to coddle him. Otherwise, he would have been down in the dungeons celebrating with a large bottle of Fairy Ice that he'd been saving. He watched her play with the fringe of her robes for a few more seconds before growling loudly. "Dammit, Sinistra, I don't have time for this. What is it?" When her dark eyes reached his, he felt his heart jump into his throat.

"Well, um…you know how when two people get together…certain things happen…well, um…I'm…um…pregnant," she finished meekly. She immediately threw up her hands. "Please don't kill me because it's your fault too! It takes two of us to make a baby," she said rushed.

"You're what?" he hissed back.

"Oh, come on, Severus. You're the residential bat. You know precisely what I said."

"Did I not specifically instruct you that as per our agreement that you were not to become pregnant?" She nodded slowly. "What part was that hard to understand?"

"Well, none of it, but I…well…I forgot one time, and I thought you were taking precautions too, Mr. I'll sleep with you but don't call me if you're pregnant?"

"Get out," he hissed.

"You think I want this, Severus? Oh, well, excuse me!" she said in a haughty voice. "I mean, what woman would honestly want to have a kid that could have your nose, Pinocchio, or Merlin forbid your hair?" She then shuddered violently.

"Leave, Sinistra, now," he hissed in his deadly quiet voice that made Hufflepuffs faint usually.

"Fine, but we're going to talk about this later."

Sinistra then walked out of the Infirmary, which made Snape groan loudly. He should have known that she'd do this to him. She enjoyed their time together too much. In the back of his mind, he heard a voice whisper 'you too.' He closed his eyes then and tried to refocus himself so he didn't hex the next person to walk in the Hospital Wing.

"So…" a voice drawled to his right behind a large white curtain a few seconds later.

Snape immediately shot Harry Potter, a green-eyed, dark haired young man, the fiercest glare he had, which he knew Harry couldn't see. If he could've moved, he'd have strangled the boy on the spot. However, this was Lily's son, who defeated the Dark Lord and gave him his (temporary it seemed) freedom.

"Say a word, and you'll have another curse scar to go with your lightning bolt," Snape growled.

"Then I can tell my nephew all about how his daddy hexed me because—"

"Harry," Snape hissed. "I mean it. I am not in the mood."

"Oh, come on, Snape. It's a little funny."

"When you are suffering the impending doom of fatherhood, I'll remind you of that."

"So does that mean I have to call Professor Sinistra Mum?"

"POTTER!" he bellowed.