Old Posters, Paper Flowers and Angel Wings
Four Months Later
Hermione and Harry had managed to break into the Ministry of Magic, and barely got out in one piece. Thankfully they got what they went in for, it was around the neck of former professor Umbridge. They found out Ron survived but was very ill, and sadly lost Mad Eye in an ambush after they left. They had found his eye in Umbridge’s office and they buried it in honor of him. After a series of dead ends and betrayals (Mr. Lovgood was forced to lead them into a trap to save his daughter and classmate Luna) they decided to go to Godric Hollow.
A terrible turn to say the least. Harry was faced with the house that his parents had died in protecting him. Then the pet snake of Voldemort hid out in the body of old Madame Bagshot, the spirit in the locket immobilized him so he could not get away. If Hermione was not there it would have been disastrous.
She didn’t know how she knew that something was wrong. Harry told her to stay where she was while he spoke to Babshot. It was almost as though she could hear Sirius telling her to go to Harry and save him. It was ridiculous of course Sirius was gone. But what if he was in trouble? Could she abandon him after everything? Against all rational judgment she followed her instinct, and ultimately saved Harry’s life.
It took him two days to wake up worrying her to no end. She also felt guilty when she would fall into a exhausted sleep while tending to him she would dream about Severus and having a life with him.
Hermione returns after a day of shopping for what they needed for a nursery. She had found out she was pregnant, two days before. She didn’t know who was more excited, him or her. Severus was at his desk as usual, working that much harder that he was now headmaster at Hogwarts. She lay by the fire to warm up from the day’s chill. She was wearing a sweater and skirt with knee -high boots. Her hairs brushed out and loose it was Severus’s favorite way for her to wear it and she always wanted to please him. He was at his chair at the desk in his usual attire of waistcoat slacks and white shirt. The waistcoat was completely unbuttoned, the white shirt was unbuttoned three buttons. He preferred to be barefoot at home so he was only wearing socks. The study was very comfortable with old armchairs and tables to bring tea. The walls where covered in books, not only spells but of poetry and literature
She looked up and said. “ Sweetheart, come and lay with me a while” as she removed her knee-high boots. He looked at her uncertain. He seemed to want to be with her but he seemed also to want to finish what he was doing. She decided that she would have to convince him to be with her. She got up and went to the desk and sat on his lap and pushed his jacket off him and unbuttoned his shirt. “Darling what are you doing?” he asked clearly trying to fight the feelings of lust and need that he was feeling.
“Negotiating” she replied. While caressing his chest and nibbling his ear. Unless he had put an extra wand in his pants the tactic was persuasive enough. She pushed the shirt off completely then went to work on kissing his chest. She could feel the deep lustful growl in response to her tactic. He took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately, pouring all the love he felt into the kiss. Without breaking the kiss he picked her up and carried her to her previous spot on the rug. He then undressed her, like she was a precious package kissing and caressing every inch of bare skin he could find. She removes his pants and underwear in one move, desperate to feel him inside her. “Severus please” she begs, lust and need evident in her voice. He answers her desperate plea wordlessly by opening her legs wider and thrusts himself into her “so tight My love” She grabs his arm as he fills her up with his love and thrusts long and deep making her walls tighten pushing her to unfathomable heights of pleasure “Severus I can’t stop, I’m coming!”
“That’s it my Mione come with me.” He says as they both climax together as one being. They cry out in unison and collapse together on the rug. Severus puts his head on her heart and puts his arm around her protectively, possessively. She runs her fingers through his hair as they fall asleep together basking in the joy of their new life
When he finally woke up he told her to rest while he went on watch.
He came back to the tent with an awed look on his face, telling her about a silver doe in the Forest and it must be a sign.
Hermione follows Harry to a clearing in the woods that they had been camping at to a frozen lake. In the lake was the sword that they had been looking for.
Hermione told Harry that he was still too weak, and she would go and get it. What she didn’t count on was how weak she herself was from lack of sleep.
She dove in into the cold water, for the sword
She retrieved it, and thew it on the ice
She then felt herself go numb, the feeling of sinking…
She woke up in a room of white, dry warm and a feeling of peace and happiness.
She was wearing a white dress and she was barefoot. She heard someone coming and she turned around. She saw a woman with dark- red hair and twinkling green eyes. Lily Potter.
“Mrs. Potter?”
“Call me Lily dear”
“Lily, am I dead?”
“No, not yet anyway.”
“But I sank”
“Yes you did. I can’t explain everything Hermione, too much information too little time, and too many laws to break. The point is this, you have to choose between life that is hard but will have a reward at the end, or give up now and stay here.”
“Reward?”
“Severus my dear friend. He has been pining for you as long as you been pining for him. There is hope, you just have to fight for it, and believe in it.”
She just nodded. There was no real choice. She could not leave Harry, and she could not leave Severus now that she knew that there could be a chance.
Lily seemed to have sense it also. she said “Thank you for what you have done for my son.”
She then felt a tug at her bellybutton and the lips that she never thought that she would feel again
She opened her eyes to Severus breathing life into her lungs. She turned to the side to spit out the water that had gotten into her lungs. She felt his cloak go around her body and him taking her into his arms before all went black.
***
Four months went by without much word if Hermione and Harry were all right. There were hints here and there of their exploits indicating that they lived at least. Severus went about his business as usual, thankful for his practice in control. He would have gone mad and killed half the wizards in frustration over the deplorable conditions that Hogworts feel into. He hated the fact that he had to be cruel to be kind in many occasions, but he had no choice in the matter now. Then there were the dreams of Hermione and Lily. He must be losing his mind for he could almost swear he was dreaming and seeing his old rival Sirius Black as well. He would see him in the hall with a look of a sort of contemplation on his face, then would leave. These visions felt different somehow then the ones that he had of lily and Hermione, the ones with Black felt all too real.
It was if Black was trying to tell him something it was insane but there was no other explanation. He couldn’t think of anything that they would have in common, then it hit him. Hermione. Of course the fates didn’t have enough fun with him, they had to send the one thing that Hermione wanted more than him. Damn them. He saw a gust of wind coming from the window that blew the curtains that he normally had over the portrait of the old headmaster. His eyes were sad yet there was still some trace of the twinkle he always had in life. “You were talking in your sleep again Severus, is there anything you would like to talk about?”
“I do not talk in my sleep Albus, leave me be.”
“I will not this time Severus. It is clear to me that there is a heavy weight on you and it is not the plan we made. I am your friend you can tell me what it is”
It was then he lost his composure and began to be angry and frustrated. “You dare call yourself friend? You forced me to kill you! The only friend I had! Then to watch the woman I love marry the man I hated. Watch and protected him when all I wanted was to erase all traces if him. On your insistence! Now I sit at the seat you held, all I want to do is run. I am hated by the only one that I have any feelings for and it is ALL YOUR FAULT!”
“I am sorry, but it had to be done. You deserve happiness when this is over”
“That is if I live long enough. At this point I don’t care much anymore!” He snapped the shades back in angrily ending the conversation.
If he could not have Hermione, he didn’t care if he lived or if he died.
That night Sirius took his ear and escorted him to a place that he could not recognize. He looked exactly as he did the day that he died. Long dark hair, moustache and goatee, tattoos on his neck and fingers, the ones that showed anyway. He was wearing the same vest and waistcoat that he died in. The place was a gray room with only one chair in the middle.
“Black what the Bloody Hell is the meaning of this?”
“I am only saying this once Snape so you better pay attention. I loved Hermione in my life, she gave me joy and meaning. There is nothing that I want more than for her to get the happiness that she deserves. For some reason unknown to me, she has fallen for you and as I understand it, you have also. So if you hurt her, I don’t care how many laws of the afterlife I have to break, I will come back and make your life torture. You understand?”
Snape was in shock. Black was essentially giving his blessing. Fates were funny.
“My life is already Hell as it is Black, there is nothing that you can do that would make it any worse.”
“Then you need to go to the forest of dean. I think she might be in some sort of trouble”
before he dissolved into smoke.
He awoke with a start and a terrible feeling in his stomach. He had to go he couldn’t take the chance that she could be in danger and not help her. He Appareted to the forest of Dean, looking every which direction for Harry and Hermione. When he finally did he found them were he had hid the sword all those months ago. Hermione went in but she was not coming back up. He looked around and found Harry had passed out on the bank. Bloody Hell. He went to the bank using an old spell to levitate Hermione from the depths and lay her on the icy bank. Then he started a type of resuscitation muggles use that Lily taught him years before. It appeared to have worked she shuddered and shook moving to her side to remove the access water in her lungs. He put his cloak around her and took her in his arms. He Apparited them to a cottage that he knew of not that far from the lake and put her in the bed. Then he went about the business of getting her warm. He didn’t know what he was going to do or how to explain his absence this time.
***
Somewhere in the Afterlife
Lily and James were sitting on a bench outside the great hall. Sirius was called in to see if he was ready to be a messenger of light. Lily hoped he would make it. He showed great progress. She saw him protect harry by giving Hermione that premonition of danger, and against his better judgment contacted Snape to protect Hermione. The fact that he contacted Snape in of itself was a miracle. She knew that it was all she or anyone would get out of Sirius were Severus is concerned she just hoped it was enough for the council of elders. She could tell that James was nervous also he was fidgeting in his seat like he did when they were still in school. She took his hand in hers and kissed it reassuringly. Finally they saw him come out in a cloak of white. She could help but cry tears of joy at the fact that he made it. She and her husband got up and hugged him
“I am so proud of you Sirius,” the redhead said after she released him
“Way to go Padfoot” said James as he pats him on the shoulder.
“Thanks Prongs, now lets go have a glass of firewisky” he replied as they took each arm and walked off to their quarters.
Hermione and Harry had managed to break into the Ministry of Magic, and barely got out in one piece. Thankfully they got what they went in for, it was around the neck of former professor Umbridge. They found out Ron survived but was very ill, and sadly lost Mad Eye in an ambush after they left. They had found his eye in Umbridge’s office and they buried it in honor of him. After a series of dead ends and betrayals (Mr. Lovgood was forced to lead them into a trap to save his daughter and classmate Luna) they decided to go to Godric Hollow.
A terrible turn to say the least. Harry was faced with the house that his parents had died in protecting him. Then the pet snake of Voldemort hid out in the body of old Madame Bagshot, the spirit in the locket immobilized him so he could not get away. If Hermione was not there it would have been disastrous.
She didn’t know how she knew that something was wrong. Harry told her to stay where she was while he spoke to Babshot. It was almost as though she could hear Sirius telling her to go to Harry and save him. It was ridiculous of course Sirius was gone. But what if he was in trouble? Could she abandon him after everything? Against all rational judgment she followed her instinct, and ultimately saved Harry’s life.
It took him two days to wake up worrying her to no end. She also felt guilty when she would fall into a exhausted sleep while tending to him she would dream about Severus and having a life with him.
Hermione returns after a day of shopping for what they needed for a nursery. She had found out she was pregnant, two days before. She didn’t know who was more excited, him or her. Severus was at his desk as usual, working that much harder that he was now headmaster at Hogwarts. She lay by the fire to warm up from the day’s chill. She was wearing a sweater and skirt with knee -high boots. Her hairs brushed out and loose it was Severus’s favorite way for her to wear it and she always wanted to please him. He was at his chair at the desk in his usual attire of waistcoat slacks and white shirt. The waistcoat was completely unbuttoned, the white shirt was unbuttoned three buttons. He preferred to be barefoot at home so he was only wearing socks. The study was very comfortable with old armchairs and tables to bring tea. The walls where covered in books, not only spells but of poetry and literature
She looked up and said. “ Sweetheart, come and lay with me a while” as she removed her knee-high boots. He looked at her uncertain. He seemed to want to be with her but he seemed also to want to finish what he was doing. She decided that she would have to convince him to be with her. She got up and went to the desk and sat on his lap and pushed his jacket off him and unbuttoned his shirt. “Darling what are you doing?” he asked clearly trying to fight the feelings of lust and need that he was feeling.
“Negotiating” she replied. While caressing his chest and nibbling his ear. Unless he had put an extra wand in his pants the tactic was persuasive enough. She pushed the shirt off completely then went to work on kissing his chest. She could feel the deep lustful growl in response to her tactic. He took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately, pouring all the love he felt into the kiss. Without breaking the kiss he picked her up and carried her to her previous spot on the rug. He then undressed her, like she was a precious package kissing and caressing every inch of bare skin he could find. She removes his pants and underwear in one move, desperate to feel him inside her. “Severus please” she begs, lust and need evident in her voice. He answers her desperate plea wordlessly by opening her legs wider and thrusts himself into her “so tight My love” She grabs his arm as he fills her up with his love and thrusts long and deep making her walls tighten pushing her to unfathomable heights of pleasure “Severus I can’t stop, I’m coming!”
“That’s it my Mione come with me.” He says as they both climax together as one being. They cry out in unison and collapse together on the rug. Severus puts his head on her heart and puts his arm around her protectively, possessively. She runs her fingers through his hair as they fall asleep together basking in the joy of their new life
When he finally woke up he told her to rest while he went on watch.
He came back to the tent with an awed look on his face, telling her about a silver doe in the Forest and it must be a sign.
Hermione follows Harry to a clearing in the woods that they had been camping at to a frozen lake. In the lake was the sword that they had been looking for.
Hermione told Harry that he was still too weak, and she would go and get it. What she didn’t count on was how weak she herself was from lack of sleep.
She dove in into the cold water, for the sword
She retrieved it, and thew it on the ice
She then felt herself go numb, the feeling of sinking…
She woke up in a room of white, dry warm and a feeling of peace and happiness.
She was wearing a white dress and she was barefoot. She heard someone coming and she turned around. She saw a woman with dark- red hair and twinkling green eyes. Lily Potter.
“Mrs. Potter?”
“Call me Lily dear”
“Lily, am I dead?”
“No, not yet anyway.”
“But I sank”
“Yes you did. I can’t explain everything Hermione, too much information too little time, and too many laws to break. The point is this, you have to choose between life that is hard but will have a reward at the end, or give up now and stay here.”
“Reward?”
“Severus my dear friend. He has been pining for you as long as you been pining for him. There is hope, you just have to fight for it, and believe in it.”
She just nodded. There was no real choice. She could not leave Harry, and she could not leave Severus now that she knew that there could be a chance.
Lily seemed to have sense it also. she said “Thank you for what you have done for my son.”
She then felt a tug at her bellybutton and the lips that she never thought that she would feel again
She opened her eyes to Severus breathing life into her lungs. She turned to the side to spit out the water that had gotten into her lungs. She felt his cloak go around her body and him taking her into his arms before all went black.
***
Four months went by without much word if Hermione and Harry were all right. There were hints here and there of their exploits indicating that they lived at least. Severus went about his business as usual, thankful for his practice in control. He would have gone mad and killed half the wizards in frustration over the deplorable conditions that Hogworts feel into. He hated the fact that he had to be cruel to be kind in many occasions, but he had no choice in the matter now. Then there were the dreams of Hermione and Lily. He must be losing his mind for he could almost swear he was dreaming and seeing his old rival Sirius Black as well. He would see him in the hall with a look of a sort of contemplation on his face, then would leave. These visions felt different somehow then the ones that he had of lily and Hermione, the ones with Black felt all too real.
It was if Black was trying to tell him something it was insane but there was no other explanation. He couldn’t think of anything that they would have in common, then it hit him. Hermione. Of course the fates didn’t have enough fun with him, they had to send the one thing that Hermione wanted more than him. Damn them. He saw a gust of wind coming from the window that blew the curtains that he normally had over the portrait of the old headmaster. His eyes were sad yet there was still some trace of the twinkle he always had in life. “You were talking in your sleep again Severus, is there anything you would like to talk about?”
“I do not talk in my sleep Albus, leave me be.”
“I will not this time Severus. It is clear to me that there is a heavy weight on you and it is not the plan we made. I am your friend you can tell me what it is”
It was then he lost his composure and began to be angry and frustrated. “You dare call yourself friend? You forced me to kill you! The only friend I had! Then to watch the woman I love marry the man I hated. Watch and protected him when all I wanted was to erase all traces if him. On your insistence! Now I sit at the seat you held, all I want to do is run. I am hated by the only one that I have any feelings for and it is ALL YOUR FAULT!”
“I am sorry, but it had to be done. You deserve happiness when this is over”
“That is if I live long enough. At this point I don’t care much anymore!” He snapped the shades back in angrily ending the conversation.
If he could not have Hermione, he didn’t care if he lived or if he died.
That night Sirius took his ear and escorted him to a place that he could not recognize. He looked exactly as he did the day that he died. Long dark hair, moustache and goatee, tattoos on his neck and fingers, the ones that showed anyway. He was wearing the same vest and waistcoat that he died in. The place was a gray room with only one chair in the middle.
“Black what the Bloody Hell is the meaning of this?”
“I am only saying this once Snape so you better pay attention. I loved Hermione in my life, she gave me joy and meaning. There is nothing that I want more than for her to get the happiness that she deserves. For some reason unknown to me, she has fallen for you and as I understand it, you have also. So if you hurt her, I don’t care how many laws of the afterlife I have to break, I will come back and make your life torture. You understand?”
Snape was in shock. Black was essentially giving his blessing. Fates were funny.
“My life is already Hell as it is Black, there is nothing that you can do that would make it any worse.”
“Then you need to go to the forest of dean. I think she might be in some sort of trouble”
before he dissolved into smoke.
He awoke with a start and a terrible feeling in his stomach. He had to go he couldn’t take the chance that she could be in danger and not help her. He Appareted to the forest of Dean, looking every which direction for Harry and Hermione. When he finally did he found them were he had hid the sword all those months ago. Hermione went in but she was not coming back up. He looked around and found Harry had passed out on the bank. Bloody Hell. He went to the bank using an old spell to levitate Hermione from the depths and lay her on the icy bank. Then he started a type of resuscitation muggles use that Lily taught him years before. It appeared to have worked she shuddered and shook moving to her side to remove the access water in her lungs. He put his cloak around her and took her in his arms. He Apparited them to a cottage that he knew of not that far from the lake and put her in the bed. Then he went about the business of getting her warm. He didn’t know what he was going to do or how to explain his absence this time.
***
Somewhere in the Afterlife
Lily and James were sitting on a bench outside the great hall. Sirius was called in to see if he was ready to be a messenger of light. Lily hoped he would make it. He showed great progress. She saw him protect harry by giving Hermione that premonition of danger, and against his better judgment contacted Snape to protect Hermione. The fact that he contacted Snape in of itself was a miracle. She knew that it was all she or anyone would get out of Sirius were Severus is concerned she just hoped it was enough for the council of elders. She could tell that James was nervous also he was fidgeting in his seat like he did when they were still in school. She took his hand in hers and kissed it reassuringly. Finally they saw him come out in a cloak of white. She could help but cry tears of joy at the fact that he made it. She and her husband got up and hugged him
“I am so proud of you Sirius,” the redhead said after she released him
“Way to go Padfoot” said James as he pats him on the shoulder.
“Thanks Prongs, now lets go have a glass of firewisky” he replied as they took each arm and walked off to their quarters.