If there was one thing Harry Potter could count on in his life, it was a guaranteed lack of boredom. So, it really shouldn't have come as a surprise that as he was making his way through Diagon Alley to the nearest Apparation point-the one day a month he ventured out of 12 Grimmauld Place-that he passes by an altercation that was absurdly unevenly matched.
His whole world turns on its head from there. He just doesn't know it yet.
War is over. Voldemort defeated. Hermione Granger is back at Hogwarts for her Eighth Year. It’s where she belongs. Isn’t it?
Hermione is having nightmares. A certain sandy haired Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor might be the one to soothe them away, but our favourite werewolf has his own problems.
Very slow burn / Will-they-won’t-they (they will).
Granger took a deep breath as if steeling herself to deliver unpleasant news. “Have you heard of SAP? The Sanctuary and Assistance Program?” she asked.
He had heard of it, terrible acronym and all. When Severus had read in the Prophet that wizarding families were opening their own homes to other witches and wizards that had been displaced during the war, he had wondered what fool would be willing to have their living space invaded. It seemed he was about to become one of those fools.
*Severus Snape is coerced into providing housing for Remus Lupin and his new baby.