Misjudged

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Summary: Everything starts the last week of Hermione's 7th year. Both she and Snape find out that they have both misjudged each other. As the war draws to a close will romance blossom? Or will their pasts interfere? R/R

Epilogue

Severus was pacing outside in his sitting room. Hermione had gone into labor early that morning. It was now going on six that night. Poppy and Minerva were in there. Severus had canceled all classes and was waiting along with Albus, Harry, Sirius and Remus.

"Severus, calm down. Everything will be fine." Sirius said.

"I don't think so. I can feel that something is wrong Sirius. I don't know what it is, but something is wrong." Severus answered worriedly.

Just then Poppy exited the room. She wore a saddened expression.

"Severus, Hermione's dying. The baby will be fine, but I doubt Hermione will last much longer after the birth." Poppy said sadly.

"Let me see her Poppy. Please." Severus pleaded.

"I don't think that would be wise Severus. Hermione has lost so much blood." Poppy said.

"Don't you remember what I told you after I killed my father and explained about the gifts that I was given by the gods and goddess?" Severus asked.

"A little. What's that got to do with anything?" Poppy answered confused.

"Apollo gave me the gift of healing. I can heal her Poppy. Let me be with my wife." Severus answered sternly.

"That's right. Come in." Poppy said he voice filled with hope.

Severus followed Poppy into the room. Hermione lay on the bed, sweating profusely, and pale as a ghost. Severus rushed to her side and took her hand in his.

"I'm here Hermione." he whispered.

"Sev…Severus. I'm going…to…die. Aren't…I?" she stuttered.

"No. Once the baby is born I can heal you. Remember what Apollo gave me?" he answered gently.

"Hermione, I need you to push. Ready? One. Two. Three. And push." Poppy instructed.

Hermione clutched Severus's hand and pushed as hard as she could. She was trying her hardest not to cry out from the pain.

"That's it baby. You're doing fine." Severus whispered as he kissed her forehead.

"I can see the head!" Minerva exclaimed.

"Okay and rest. Deep breaths dear. One maybe two more pushes and it will be over." Poppy said gently.

"Severus…I love you." Hermione said softly.

"I love you too. Everything's going to be fine." Severus said as he held her tightly.

"Okay. One. Two. Three. Push!" Poppy said.

"AAHH!" Hermione cried as she pushed with all her might.

"There's the shoulders! Keep going Hermione! The baby's almost out!" Minerva cried as she and Poppy took hold of the baby's head and shoulders.

"ARGH!" Hermione screamed as she gave one last push.

"WWWWAAAAHHHH!" the baby screamed.

"You have a son!" Minerva said tearfully as she took the baby over to a nearby table to clean him off.

"Severus, now! Her vitals are dropping quickly!" Poppy cried.

Severus placed both his hands over his wife. A golden glow surrounded Hermione's body. Poppy watched as Hermione's vitals began to go back up to normal. Five minutes later, Hermione was completely healed and sleeping peacefully.

"She's fine Severus. She just needs her rest." Poppy said.

"What happened? Why was her labor so difficult?" Severus asked as he fed his newborn son.

"It seems that after that fight she had with Damien, there was so much damage that it made it so difficult for her during her labor. But when I checked her just now, all traces of that scaring were gone. I guess your healing powers are stronger than you thought." Poppy answered.

The next day Hermione awoke to find Severus holding their sleeping son.

"Good morning." she said.

"Good morning yourself. Would you like to hold him?" Severus asked as he moved to sit beside her.

Hermione happily took their son into her arms. She smiled as she stared at their beautiful son. He had a head full of soft, straight black hair like his father, but his mother's facial features.

"What's his name?" Hermione asked.

"I was thinking of Ares. Ares Brendon Snape." Severus answered.

"I love it. After all, Ares is my favorite god and Brendon would have been so happy to become an uncle." Hermione said.

Severus leaned over and kissed Hermione, then kissed little Ares.

*12 Years Later*

"When I call your name, step foreword, sit on the stool and I will place the sorting hat on your head. Adams, Melanie." Professor Harry Potter called out.

"RAVENCLAW!" the hat cried.

Hermione and Severus sat up at the staff table. Albus and Minerva had both passed away within six month of each other about ten years ago. Severus was now Headmaster and Hermione was Deputy Headmistress and the Medi-witch. They waited patiently for their son to be sorted.

"Snape, Ares." Harry said.

Ares looked just like both his parents. He had Hermione's facial features, but his father's eyes and hair. He also had their love of reading, learning and potions, as well as their tempers. Ares sat on the stool and waited for the hat to place him.

"My, my, you are an interesting one. The blood of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor, as well as the blood of many generations of Wiccan witches. Where shall I put you?" the hat said.

"I will settle for either Gryffindor or Slytherin." Ares answered.

"Very well. SLYTHERIN!" the hat yelled.

Severus and Hermione both applauded as they watched Ares hop off the stool and walk over to the Slytherin table.

"To think, everything began right here at Hogwarts." Hermione whispered.

"Yes. That and a little case of misjudgment." Severus whispered back with a smile.

THE END