He hadn't planned on there being a Tomorrow, after the Battle. He didn't know what to think when he opened his eyes and saw the pale yellow curtains of the infirmary. He didn't know what to think when he saw Hermione Granger slumped over in a chair next to him, dark circles under her eyes and looking very old for her seventeen years.

Hermione and Severus collect wild mushroom for potions-making, and have an important business conversation. Their discussion happens to be relevant to other matters of importance as well.

Hermione and Severus are professors at Beauxbatons after the war. They discuss their unique children and take the train.

For Turtle Wexler A pregnant Hermione decides to drag Severus out on a bike ride one beautiful autumn day. They banter about baby names, encounter their neighbor's dog, and reflect on life.

Severus reflects on the demise of his relationship with the place he's called home for nearly his whole life. Post book 7? Short poem.

What were trained soldiers to do when they no longer had someone to protect? Crabbe and Goyle struggle with the ramifications of being Slytherins after the war, and find comfort in each other.

The aging, ill Rowena Ravenclaw knows something is wrong in Scotland. As she fruitlessly awaits Helena and the Baron's return, she talks with Helga Hufflepuff about the fraying edges of their reality. Short story.

Hermione needs help on a mental health potions project. Severus Snape is... erm... no longer identifying as a male. Instead prefers Severina. Partnered with a cute French witch. Is this what they call genderbending? My title is too clever for its own good.

"I will sit and wait for the bell."

From afar, he could hear the mellow blackbird call, rousing him from a sleep in dark pools of blood and sin. On hiatus.

A rather irrelevant prelude to Opus IV. Not to be taken seriously.

My heart's in the highlands, my heart is not here. My heart's in the highlands a chasing a deer.

Midway upon the journey of his life, Severus Snape found himself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost. But he was not long left alone as a shade in the woods. Hiatus.

This is the way the world ends, at three o'clock in the morning.

He could not stop for death, so death kindly stopped him.

He did not lie in wait for death.