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braveclementine · 4 months

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Part 1

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. Also, all of Severus and Elizabeths' childrens names are mine and mine alone.I also do not condone any copying of this.

SNAPE HOUSEHOLD (PRINCE ESTATE)

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Inside the glorious once-Prince estate, now Snape Household, every living soul was asleep, except for one. Remus slept soundly in his bedroom, ministry papers stacked up on his bedside table, an acceptance letter from Percy Weasley kept open by an inkwell. His owl swooped in through the window at that moment, flying into her cage to sleep after a night of hunting.

Minerva and Seraphina slept in their shared room, the elder Snapes' bedside table covered with makeup magazines and the products themselves were lined neatly on a vanity across from her bed. Her cat curled up against her side, purring softly and contentedly. Sera was sprawled on her stomach, her hand still holding open the chapter she had fallen asleep reading.

Elijah Kingsley snored softly, the headphones he had been wearing to listen to classical music to fall asleep askew across his forehead now, and would make his neck sore for the train ride to Hogwarts the following morning. His brother Damon hadn't made it to bed, falling asleep at the desk in the corner of the room, bent over Transfiguration homework he still hadn't finished over the summer.

Further down the hallway, the head of the household slept on his side, his arm wrapped around his wife. He was fast asleep, his long black hair curtained around his face. He was sleeping peacefully, his dreams meaningless shapes and colours that swirled around his head. His wife on the other hand, had her brow furrowed, delving into less pleasant dreams.

Carlisle and Hatsuharu slept on their bunk beds that their father had magicked together. Marvel and DC superhero posters lined the walls, paraphernalia scattered on the dresser tops, and action figures littered the floor from where they had been playing with them before bed time. Iron Man had Batman in a choke hold, despite the Iron warrior having blasters.

Davina mumbled in her sleep in the room that connected to her twin brothers, dreaming about her first day at Hogwarts. She was dreaming of gorgeous centaurs and beautiful, crystal clear lakes to swim in. The feeling of wind whipping through her hair as she flew under the instruction of Madam Hooch and boiled potions under the guidance of Professor Slughorn, whom her parents had had as well. And to see her Aunt Minerva too! And Uncle Neville!

Marinette on the other hand, stared at the ceiling of her bedroom. Her father had let her stick plastic muggle stars to the ceiling, which glowed green in the dark. She had arranged them like constellations, naming each one as she looked at them.

The stars were the only decorations in her room. Her walls were bare and white, not even lined with wallpaper. Her mother had asked if she wanted the walls painted green when she had been placed in Slytherin two years ago, but she did not want that.

She hated Hogwarts. She dreaded going back this year for her third term. She thought enviously of Remus and how he was already out of school and in the Ministry. Not that she wanted to be in the ministry either. Whatever she did out of Hogwarts, she would make sure she wasn't in another institution.

She sat up slowly, looking around. Snowball was curled up in his bed, his tail over his pink nose, the only colour to him besides his amber eyes.

The house was silent, until she put her feet on the floor, which creaked very softly underneath her. She tiptoed across the room, opening up the door, padding down to the bathroom. Moonlight lit up different spots of the white carpet as it came in through the windows whose curtains had not been drawn. It seemed Haru had forgotten to do so.

She drew the curtains across the windows now, each one, silently, before closing the bathroom door behind her.

She listened to the house creak very slightly, but also to the wings of owls as they fluttered in and out of the different rooms. One of them hooted from outside, and she saw Carlisle's new owl flutter onto a branch, meeting a wild owl.

She closed the curtains there too.

If only she was like her mother, she thought for a moment. Her mother was successful without going into the ministry. Her mother had been able to do whatever she wanted, could achieve whatever she put her mind to.

Over the course of only nineteen years, her mother was a successful Auror, part time Quidditch player, inventor of the Werewolf cure potion, Gymnastics coach for a muggle gym, and singer in Lee Jordans' band called M.O.M. Not to mention, she had written a book series which was fantasy fiction to the Muggle world, but nonfiction biography to the Wizard world of being at Hogwarts when she was, but by the point of view of her Uncle, Harry.

Her mom was a star in so many different categories, it was unbelievable.

Mari wished she was her mother. Her own person. Powerful. Attractive. Not afraid to stand up for herself.

All of her other sisters even looked like her to an extent. Minerva and Seraphina both had brown hair and eyes. Davina had black hair like their father, but her mothers' eyes, nose, and even her dimples when she smiled.

Even her brothers had hints of their mother in them. Remus and Haru both had brown hair, Carlisle had very dark brown hair that almost looked black. Damon had his moms nose and dimples. Elijah Kingsley looked the most like their father, but his eyes were amber instead of black or brown.

Mari on the other hand looked like her father and only her father. Long black hair, black eyes, with no colour to her cheeks, no dimples, and her fathers nose as well. She had nothing from her mother.

She left the bathroom but stopped in the hallway when she heard a whimper. At first, she thought it was a cat, but then the whimper sounded again, except it was a cry of pain. The hairs on her arms stood up, her senses completely alert.

Then, she heard her fathers' voice, "Elizabeth. Darling, wake up you're having a nightmare. . ."

Severus had awoken to what felt like an earthquake. He had frozen in bed for a second, before realizing that it was only the bed shaking. He sat up slowly, lighting a candle without hand or wand, turning to see that Elizabeth was shaking in bed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

He let out a sigh of sympathy, wrapping his arms around her.

Marinette silently ran back to her room, closing the door, sliding underneath the covers. And that was the one reason she didn't want to be her mother: nightmares.

Severus had pulled Elizabeth into his arms, holding her tightly as she cried and whimpered, unable to rouse her from the nightmares. She whimpered out a name, then and there and Severus sighed, feeling his heart sink.

That had been, what? 21, 22 years ago? Why was she still thinking about that? Thinking about him?

Elizabeth woke with a start, slowly opening her eyes, finding that she was in her husbands' arms. She snuggled into him, feeling rather content and peaceful as she drifted back to sleep, never knowing that he was awake and watching.

Severus closed his eyes, falling back to sleep.

The name she had said, was 'Cedric'.

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Epilogue

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

NINETEEN YEARS LATER

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"𝕺𝖐𝖆𝖞, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖔𝖙 everything you n- DAMON JAMES SNAPE IF YOU TRY THAT AGAIN YOU WON'T BE GOING TO HOGWARTS AT ALL YOU HEAR ME!" I shouted at my son as he pushed Seraphina on the stairs. Damon and Sera quickly ran down the rest of the stairs, probably to continue the roughhousing downstairs. I turned back to my daughter, Davina. "You have everything you need?"

"Yes mum." Davina said impatiently. "Can we go now?"

"Almost, go and get your stuff and put it in the car." I said, giving her a gentle push and then went back into her room.

Severus dashed into the room, looking frenzied. This was always his least and favorite time of the year for several different reasons, "Elizabeth how many kids do we have? It's seven, right? Cause I have seven trunks?"

I froze like a deer in headlights, mentally counting in my head.

"Oh Merlin you don't know how many kids we have either." Severus dashed back out of the room and down the stairs.

"Eight! Eight kids!" I shouted down the stairs.

Remus, Minerva, Elijah, Damon, Seraphina, Hatsuharu, Davina, Marinette. Although technically, Remus was already graduated from Hogwarts.

"No!" Marinette shouted back up. "Nine! Five boys and four girls! I want another sister!"

Oh Merlin I had forgotten Carlisle.

"No!" Severus shouted, skirting around her. "No more children!"

I laughed slightly, before gathering up a few last minute belongings, hurrying down the stairs after the kids. Severus was putting the last of the trunks in the large car we had and then we headed on down to Central Station.

"We should've just flooed." Severus said stressfully as I calmly drove down the Muggle streets. His hands were clutching the arm rests and I jerked the brakes a little. He closed his eyes, breathing in heavily. "Elizabeth!"

I giggled and then let up on the driving, the rest of it being smooth until we pulled into the car park of Central. "See, it was fine."

"Okay kids out the car."

"Can I stay in the car?" Remus asked, bored. He had graduated from Hogwarts last year and would be working under Percy at the Ministry this fall. We were both extremely proud of him, although I hoped he wouldn't gain a pompous behavior. But he was much like his grandfather, so the chances were fairly low.

"You came, you help." Severus said, helping Marinette out of the car as she wouldn't let go of the cat he'd bought her for Christmas three years ago. "Help your sister out with her trolley."

Remus hopped out of the car and put Marinette's luggage on a trolley, before lifting her up so that she could sit on her luggage while he pushed her.

I was more worried about her than the other kids, even though it was her second year at the school whereas it was Davina and Carlisle's first year. But Marinette was different from the rest of my kids and it worried me.

"C'mon, Trang is waiting for us on the platform." Severus said, closing the car doors as the children started up to the school. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I shook my head. "Just worried about Mari, that's all."

"She'll be fine." Severus said, kissing the side of my head, leading me by my hand up to the station as well.

Trang, Oliver, and their children; Katie and Thomas, were waiting for us outside of platform 9 3/4.

"Hey." I hugged her tightly and she hugged me back enthusiastically. Katie seemed to be throwing a fit of sorts while Thomas went ahead through the barrier with Damon, the two of them chattering excitedly. Seraphina went next and Severus followed through with Carlisle and Davina.

"Katie doesn't want to go." Trang said heavily, her American accent clipped. Her and Oliver had been spending most of their summers in America while he traveled for Quidditch. Then she was Professor at Hogwarts during the winter. "She wanted to go to Illvermorny instead but I didn't want them going to different schools. But all of her witch friends are going there and. . . Merlin Elizabeth she set the house on fire last night. . ."

"Hey they do these things." I reassured her. "Remember when Seraphina set our garden on fire cause she wanted to make s'mores but it was the middle of June and Severus said we couldn't light the bonfire?"

Trang chuckled. "True."

"Once she gets to Hogwarts, she'll do alright. She'll make new friends for the winter and keep her old friends for the summer. She'll love it." I said, linking arms with Trang and following Remus and Marinette through to the other side of the platform.

"Okay I'm going to be late if I don't hurry." Trang said, looking around and hurrying off, calling after her son.

"Auntie Elizabeth!" A new voice cried out. I turned and smiled, bending down to scoop the young girl into my arms.

"Hi Irene, how are you doing?" I asked the young girl. Her parents, Ernie and Susan, quickly came up behind her followed by her brother Justin.

"Good!" She said excitedly.

"Hey Aunt Elizabeth." Justin said shyly.

"Hey Justin." I said, getting up and ruffling his hair.

"Elizabeth!" Severus called for me and I waved good-bye to them and headed over to my husband. "Found them." He gestured over to where Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were standing with their own kids. Dad and Tonks were also nearby, saying good-bye to their two twin daughters- and my sisters- before they scrambled up onto the train. Oliver and Trang were also with them, their children also already on board.

I smiled, seeing Dad. Over the past years I had worked hard on a werewolf potion, before becoming rather successful. Dad had been my guinea pig throughout it all, although I had begged him to let me use another werewolf. But he had insisted and now, he was extremely healthy. The newest concoction had been working for the past year and a half, except for a nasty side effect of vomiting and having a heavy fever. But dad insisted it was better than becoming a werewolf every moon instead.

"Parked all right, then?" Ron asked Harry. "I did. Hermione didn't believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She thought I'd have to Confund the examiner."

"No, I didn't." Hermione said. "I had complete faith in you."

"As a matter of fact, I did Confund him." Ron whispered to Harry, Trang, and I as we loaded the luggage up. Severus was nearby as well, looking extremely concentrated as he put the trunks away. Trang and I giggled. "I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let's face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that."

Back on the platform, Lily and Hugo were discussing which House they would be sorted into when they finally went to Hogwarts.

"If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you." Ron said. "But no pressure!"

"Ron!"

While Lily and Hugo laughed, Albus, Rose, Davina, and Carlisle looked rather solemn. Katie simply continued to pout angrily.

"He doesn't mean it." Hermione and Ginny said together.

"I don't care what house you're in." I said to Davina and Carlisle.

Ron, who had been distracted with pointing out Draco Malfoy- someone none of them had seen in nineteen years although I had seen him at glances throughout my years in the Ministry- he turned his attention back to me at those words, "You don't care?"

I rolled my eyes. "Why would I? I have three Gryffindors, two Hufflepuffs, a Ravenclaw, and a Slytherin. I am practically Hogwarts myself."

"Ooh so that's little Scorpius." Ron muttered under his breath, no longer paying attention again, "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."

"Ron, for heaven's sake, don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!" Hermione protested.

"You're right, sorry. Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."

"Talk to her Remus." Severus' voice intruded my ears as he whispered to dad.

"What do you want me to say?" Dad sounded incredibly amused.

"Tell her something, anything. She'll kill me if we have anymore kids. We just got the last two out of the house! And she wants another?"

Dad laughed. "You're only at nine Severus. You better hang on because when she was younger, she was talking about having twenty-one."

Severus groaned.

"Hey!" James shouted, reappearing, bursting with news. "Teddys' back there. Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!"

Trang put a hand over her mouth so James couldn't see her laugh.

"Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! Your brother! And I asked Teddy what he was doing-"

"You interrupted them? You are so like Ron." Ginny said, exasperated.

"-and he said he'd come to see her off! And then he told me to go away. He's snogging her!" James added again.

"Oh, it would be lovely if they got married!" Lily squealed. "Teddy would really be part of the family then!"

"I bet Bill will be really ecstatic." Trang mumbled to me and Oliver. We both laughed. Tonks was laughing silently, so hard that tears were streaming down her face while she clutched onto dad. Severus looked slightly amused.

Harry checked his watch and said, "It's nearly eleven, you'd better get on board."

The others bustled around to get their kids on the train and last minute hugs and kisses.

"Okay, so remember that you're coming home for Christmas." I said to the kids as they hugged and kissed Severus and I. "Elijah! Elijah Kingsley!" Elijah turned back to me. "You make sure they come home for Christmas you understand me?"

"Yes mum." Elijah Kingsley said, hugging me. "I won't leave 'em behind."

"Good." I said sternly, kissing his cheek. "Minerva!" She hugged me tightly. "Make sure you tell your Aunt Minerva we said hello."

"Of course mom." She said, before hopping on the train, her and Elijah Kingsley heading for the Head Boy and Girl carriages.

"Okay Mari, have a good day at school." I said softly, hugging my Slytherin daughter, squishing the cat just slightly between us.

She nodded, before hugging her father good-bye. "I love you two." I said to Davina and Carlisle. Soon all of the kids were on the train except for Albus. I smiled to myself, watching Harry talk to him down on his knees.

Lee and I had kept the band together and today as the train pulled out, we would release the last album we'd make. At least together. The one with the song 'Bravest Man I Ever Knew.' I could hear Harry tell Albus where his name originated from, just like it would say in the song. And the last album that told the story of our lives would be out.

Albus climbed onto the train and us parents watched. Trang was gone, probably to apparate to Hogsmeade so she could get to Hogwarts before he kids. Severus stood next to me, one hand in mine, the other in his pocket. Dad and Tonks stood to the side, waving at their girls: Isabelle and Clementine.

The children on the train craned to get a good look at us, pointing and whispering to each other. Severus huffed, turning his face away slightly.

"Why are they all staring?" Albus demanded.

"Don't let it worry you. It's me. I'm extremely famous." Ron said.

Albus, Rose, Hugo, Lily, Carlisle, and Damon laughed. The train began to move, Harry walking alongside it. Severus and I waved until the train had completely pulled away.

"Elizabeth." Dad said, pulling me into a hug. Severus went ahead and stepped to the side to wait for me.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, looking him over.

"The best I've been in years, thanks to you." He said softly. After the war, Kingsley had given him a job in the Auror department before he had retired eight years ago. "By the way, don't try to drive Severus to crazy."

I smirked. "I'll try."

I kissed Dads' cheek and headed back to Severus. Just as the two of us pushed back through the barrier to the real world, I paused, seeing Albus sitting on the train with Scorpius. It was so random and uncertain that I just stood there for a moment.

Severus turned back, looking at me with concern.

"Coming." I said, hurrying after him.

I knew he had seen me, my eyes glazed over. I knew he knew what that meant. And as we both headed to the car in silence, Remus tailing after us, I knew we were both thinking the same thing: I hadn't had a vision in nineteen years.

THE END

And yet. . .

TO BE CONTINUED IN

*drumroll please*

ELIZABETH KANE AND THE CURSED CHILD!!!!

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Chapter 27

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

𝕬𝖓 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙 of land had been cleared by the Ministry of Magic (ie Kingsley) for the burial of the Fallen Fifty. Yes, even though I had saved Dad, Tonks, Severus, and Lavenders' lives, it seemed fate found a way to replace those four lives with those of the Slytherins who had fought alongside us.

The cemetery was beautiful, hidden just outside of the city, where the sunlight barely managed to filter through the dense canopy of trees. It was unlike any other I had ever seen, as if nature had been given free rein to create a masterpiece of her own. The air was heavy with the scent of countless flowers that seemed to bloom in defiance of the season, their vibrant colours painting the landscape in hues of red, green, yellow, and blue.

The grass was lush and green, dotted with fresh tombstones of marble that would tell the stories of the brave men and women who had fought in battle. Birdsong filled the air, competing with the soft rustling of leaves as they danced in the gentle breeze.

There were wooden chairs that had been set up in front of the podium where the small man who had spoke at Dumbledore's funeral would be speaking. They were filling up as I stood on the small stage that Lee and I had set up beforehand, overlooking the crowd.

The Weasleys were the ones I laid eyes upon first, their heads of red hair bright in the sun. When George looked up at us, I swept my eyes over the rest of the crowd, unable to look him in the face.

Severus was in the very back with Dad, Tonks, Trang, and Andromeda. They were sitting with Remus, Minerva, Elijah Kingsley, and Teddy so that if they started to cry, they would be able to run with them so they didn't disturb the funeral.

More chairs were added as more people showed up. There was, of course, the survivors of the Battle of Hogwarts, but also family members and friends who hadn't been there. My heart clenched when I saw Dennis Creevy sitting with a tall father who resembled Colin greatly. Both of them were crying silently, but proudly.

I should've saved Colin too. Somehow.

"Are you ready?" Lee asked me quietly.

I turned slightly to look at him. We had been practicing this for the past week to make sure it was perfect for today. I had known Lee enjoyed singing and even had some band friends whose names were Luke, Ryan, and Aaron. Together we had formed our own sort of band, at least for now.

They thought I had created the entire song, which I had taken out of my memories and put in a pensive to see if they could recreate it. They had been very successful and the song was perfect the last couple of days we had practiced.

It wasn't, of course, my own. Rather a song that I had used to listen to when I had been int he other world. One I had listened to because it was a 'fan' song for the Wizarding World. One to portray how much the death of the characters meant to them, even though they 'weren't real'. Regardless, I would now take this song from Dr. Gates' world, and bring it alive in mine.

I fidgeted with my dress slightly, tugging it lower slightly so that it was at knee length instead of above. "Yeah, I think so anyways. It's just. . . I think my main problem will be trying not to cry."

Lee nodded, looking out at the crowd as the funeral director stepped up onto the platform. "That will be hardest part."

We sat down in our chairs on the stage, but I couldn't listen to a single word the man said. All I could do was look at all the faces, shining and red with tears, and think about all of the ways I could have saved their loved ones. . . if I hadn't been so selfish to save my own.

I could've told others, could've told everyone. Or I could've passed liquid luck out to everyone. I should have come up with a better plan.

But I had been so scared to change the future by an inch, so scared it would prevent me from saving my family.

I wondered if it was worth it.

Lee gently touched my hand, making me realize that the band was setting up. I got to my feet slowly, approaching the microphone. I would be singing nearly the entire song though Lee would be helping with the chorus and the other three would join in for vocalizing.

The coffins were brand new with a design that was modern and sleek. Its lines were clean and uncluttered, its curves soft and inviting. It was made from a sustainable blend of oak wood and metal, a testament to the changing times. A small bronze plaque on the coffin's lids bore the name of the deceased, along with the years of their birth and death.

On a nearby table next to the stage, there was a small surprise that I had set up. I just hoped I was able to sing and concentrate on the magic at the same way.

I took a deep breath and started to sing.

"I'm tired and thin Haven't slept since the war I'm a mess of wounded skin Like a wine sack that's been torn

In the sacred space Behind the lids of my eyes Mad-Eye darkly holds my gaze And I can still see Frederick's laughing face."

At this point, I let my wand point to the table, letting the two lanterns float up into the slowly darkening sky. I had asked to do this near nighttime so that they would show up better. The lanterns lit up, showing the pictures that accompanied them. . . Uncle Moody who was looking at everyone, and Fred who was laughing.

After that, the lanterns kept coming, even as I continued to sing. Colin and Professor Vector and Professor Burbage and the Fallen Fifty.

"It's not enough, To say that time Can mend my wings That one day I'll fly"

Lee sang along with me as the photos continued to float up and coffins were lowered down into the soft ground. If anyone had stopped crying, they were sobbing now, seeing the faces of their loved ones.

"And it's not enough This acheless scar Some wounds are still burning Let me live as one earning his life"

Lee: And we all fall down And we all fall down

Me: Behind the lids of my eyes I can still see Frederick's laughing face

Lee: Far away

Me: And I can still see Fredericks' laughing face.

Now I sang the line and Lee sang the echo.

It's not enough (not enough) To say that time (say that time)

Something surprising was happening. . . the crowd was joining in with Lee. I felt my heart soar, especially as the lanterns were now portraying different faces: The faces of Dumbledore and Sirius and Cedric and the faces of the people who had died to Voldemort before he had really taken control.

Can mend my wings (mend my wings) That one day I'll fly (one day I'll fly) It's not enough (not enough) This acheless scar (acheless scar) Some wounds are still burning (wounds are still burning) Let me live as one earning his life (earning his life)

Lee: Darkest nights turn into dawns Golden lights are chords for songs of love Something death cannot erase

The rest of the song was instrumental as the last four photos showed up: Lily and James Potter, and Frank and Alice Longbottom, a tribute to both of our sets of parents for giving up their different sacrifices so that their children could end the Dark Lord they had so valiantly fought against.

Lee sang the very last part, which was just a very simple: Far away~

The lanterns went out , the pictures dissolving into golden dust. The coffins finished settling into their already made holes, wands waving gently through the air to cover them with freshly dug up dirt. The headstones glowed brightly in the moonlight and slowly the people moved to visit the graves.

I sighed, turning away from the crowd. Lee was still staring out at the crowd, but he looked down at me now. "Luna is right you know."

"Oh?" I asked softly.

Lee nodded, pulling me into a hug, "We're going to see them again someday."

"Yes." I whispered, thinking of the stone that Harry had dropped in the forest. They were still out there, still existed, and I would see them all in death. "Yes we will."

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Chapter 22

Warnings: 18+ readers only, smut, Professor kink

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 so suddenly, that I almost didn't know what it was. I simply paused for a moment to let it in, to see where we were in the progress of the timeline, and when I saw it, when I realized what was happening, I sunk to the floor as my knees gave out.

Severus, who had been burping Elijah Kingsley, quickly put him down, hurrying to my side. "Elizabeth? Elizabeth!"

"It's tonight." I whispered, eyes just staring ahead.

"What? What's tonight." Severus asked impatiently.

"Harry, Ron, and Hermione just broke out of Gringotts on the back of a dragon." I whispered. I was shaking, my teeth actually clicking together like I was cold.

"Elizabeth talk to me." Severus demanded.

It was tonight.

"I thought it was in June. Everything always happened in June." I couldn't even think coherently, trying to spit the words out of my mouth in a way to make Severus understand. "Quirrell, the basilisk, freeing Sirius, the Triwizard Cup, infiltrating the Ministry, the Death Eaters last year. . . it was always June. Always the last month. . .how could this be wrong? I'm wrong Severus."

He was silent now. I think he understood what I was trying to say, trying to wrap his own head around it.

"How could I not see it before?" I mumbled. "For them to break into Gringotts wouldn't have gone unnoticed. I knew they'd do it in the last week of April. The last days of April. I- I need to tell them!"

I leapt to my feet, before immediately tripping on one of Remus' wooden blocks, twisting my ankles. Severus caught me this time, scooping me up to put me down on the bed. But I immediately got back up, rushing for the desk.

My hands were shaking so badly, even when I had the quill in my hand, that I honestly thought about asking Severus to write the letter for me. But I knew that it had to be written by me.

"Drink." Severus suddenly said, putting a cup down next to me. "Hurry."

I quickly drank it and after a few moments, the calming draught took effect.

I quickly wrote out the letters.

Dear Harry, Ron, and Hermione I must apologize a thousand times, and still, that would never be enough. I messed up, saw the timeline abstractly instead of completely. I guessed and assumed and well, you know what they say about assumptions. I truly have made an ass out of myself certainly. I told you that it was in June, but it is not. Most likely, Harry will have figured out that he must come to Hogwarts now anyways and he should. Writing this letter may mess up the plans, but in my vision, the minute Harry leaves You-Know-Whos' mind, he will make the clear decision to come to Hogsmeade after only a few minutes of debate. The last Horcrux is here, though I do not know where. There is a block of sorts in my mind, though I know what it looks like. My everlasting love and apologies, Elizabeth

P.S. Elijah Kingsley and Minerva Trang were born last week.

I let that dry before getting dressed in wizarding clothes that I would hope to use during the battle. Meanwhile, Severus simply watched me.

"He doesn't know yet." I informed Severus. "That they broke into Gringotts. But when he does, he will send for you that Harry will try to get into the castle. Whatever you do from there out. . ." I hesitated. "I'll tell you when I get back."

Severus didn't ask a single question, simply kissing me on the lips. "I'll bottle the Felix Felicis for you so you have it when you get back."

I nodded quickly, blinking away my tears, and quickly took the letter and envelope and raced from the room.

I turned into a cat until I reached the room of requirement. I paced back and forth three times, finding my way into the Dumbledore Armys' barracks.

They looked over as I entered, joy entering their eyes. Trang was there, so this must've been where Severus had dropped her off.

She was the first to approach and though I smiled at all of my friends, I quickly dragged her over for a private conversation.

"The battle is tonight Trang." I said.

"T-tonight?" She whispered, looking shocked. "But-"

"I know. I messed up." I said. "I need to use Ariana's portrait to get to Hogsmeade. It's quicker than trying to navigate through the castle. Please Trang. And don't tell the others, they can't know until later."

"Okay." Trang nodded.

She led me through the crowd and then spoke to Neville. "She's going to need to use the portrait."

"Elizabeth, where are you going, can we come?" Susan asked.

I shook my head. "It's a very quick thing. I'll be back way before you know it. It's a nothing trip, I promise."

Neville helped me up into the portrait and I raced down the hallway, my feet splashing in water puddles until I reached the other side and slowed down, clutching a stich in my side, panting. I hadn't run like that in forever.

Drawing another shaky breath, I did a quick scan of Aberforths' bar, before hopping out and becoming a cat again, snaking through the chairs and such until I got downstairs. I waited impatiently in the shadows by the door, until it opened, and quickly shot out.

I raced across Hogsmeade until I reached an apparition point far away and did just that.

I looked around at the river bank where I knew Harry, Hermione, and Ron would end up after dropping from the dragons' back.

I sank to my knees suddenly, head spinning, body still shaking violently. I simply started to sob and scream to my hearts content, knowing there was nobody and nothing around to hear me.

Every worry I had about the battle. . . about tonight was now suddenly in my face. Though I had made every preparation, I felt completely unprepared. I felt vulnerable because I had been blindsided and I felt crippling despair at the prospect of losing all of the people I loved.

I could barely remember anything now, from that moment I had my vision. I couldn't remember where Remus or Minerva or Elijah Kingsley had been, even though they were my children- the latter two only a week old. I couldn't remember Severus' facial expressions. . . how he looked when I told him that the day he dies is tonight.

I couldn't remember if I saw anyone on my way to the room of requirement or even who was in the room of requirement. Did I even say anything to Neville? Or to the others in the room? Who all had even been in the room? How many people did the Carrows chase away from school into hiding?

I cried and screamed until my head started to pound and all that I was able to do was sniff and wipe my eyes, voice to rough and cracked to make another sound.

I finally, slowly, got up from the ground. I was covered in dirt, which I brushed off slowly, like I was in a trance. I gently placed the letter amongst the bushes where they would find it, and then disapparated again to the mountains.

My progress back to Hogwarts was much slower, as I had some difficulty with getting the mirror portrait open in my daze. I made the trek back as a cat, my tired cat paws splashing through the water and leaving tiny trails behind me, another long trail for my drooping tail.

I turned human once I reached the portrait, pushing it open.

I could see now that there was a mix of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw bunks and kids. Most of them were crowded around a radio and didn't even look up when I came in. Trang however, was by my side in an instant.

"Elizabeth?" She asked softly.

I checked my watch. I had wasted two and a half hours. Severus would be worried.

"In eleven hours you must come up to the Headmasters office. The password by that time will be 'Dumbledore'." I said softly. "Elijah Kingsley and Minerva are a week old Trang. I need you to stay with them during the battle, you're the only one I can spare for the job. I have to be down here to save their lives."

Trang didn't argue with me this time. "I will protect them."

"I know." I whispered.

Trang and I stared at each other until she gestured to the door. "That's the exit. Careful, you don't know which floor you'll end up on."

I nodded and slipped out the door, turning into a cat at the same time.

This time, I roamed through the hallways with purpose, attempting to figure out which floor I was on. There were no people, though I supposed there was a distinct possibility of it being lunch time.

I slunk around a corner and then froze, because Professor McGonagall was walking down the hallway, parchment scroll tightly bunched in her hand. She stopped upon seeing me and I wished I hadn't froze, because I was definitely not acting cat like.

Professor McGonagall looked around and then opened the classroom door on her right. I had no choice, but followed her inside, turning human once she had closed the door behind her.

"Are you insane Miss Kane!? What in Merlins' name are you doing here?"

I hesitated and then said, "I've been here all year."

Professor McGonagall frowned and then her eyes widened. "You mean. . . with Snape?"

"Er- well yes." I said. There was not the same judgement in her eyes that had been in dads', so I felt safe with proceeding. "We had twins, Professor. A little boy that we named Elijah-Kingsley and a little girl that Severus wanted to name Minerva Trang."

"M-Minerva? After me?" She asked, shocked. "But why would Snape. . . I don't understand."

I hesitated and then said. "I will have to tell you another time. I have to get back up there. Do you mind telling me what floor this is? I have just come from the Room of Requirement."

"Fourth floor, Miss Kane." Professor McGonagall said softly.

"Thank you Professor." I said, smiling with difficulty.

I finally made it back to the headmasters office, finding that Severus was laying in bed with our three babies. I ignored the fact that it looked like he had possibly been crying, especially when his voice was a few octaves deeper than usual. "I was getting worried."

"I think we both needed our alone time." I said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. The babies were all fast asleep, looking so peaceful on their dads' stomach. Remus was even smiling a little, though that could've been because his thumb as poking at his cheek.

"And now we need our together time." Severus said, sitting up. I watched him as he laid each baby down in their crib, kissing their foreheads before drawing the curtain that he had put up months ago so that we had a semblance of privacy.

The force of which we ripped each others' clothes off was desperate. I was yearning to have his cock inside of me, to feel like I was whole again. It seemed that we had come to an unspoken conclusion that this was our last night together, though of course I knew that wasn't true. We would remain optimistic throughout all of it. . . I'm sure.

"Fuck me please Professor." I whispered, the words rolling off my tongue without thought.

"As you wish." He whispered, rolling over so that he was above me now, slamming into me harshly. His arms wrapped around my body, encasing me, enclosing me, holding me tightly to his chest. I kissed every inch of skin I could reach, before biting, leaving my mark for the rest of tonight, to fade in the early hours of morning.

Our love making was desperate as he set a furious pace. Despite having sworn off having any more children, I yearned for tonights' love to take seed. To give me one last child of Severus.

(Not that it would be his last child of course).

Something that would leave one last piece of Severus for me.

(Not that I would need it of course).

I needed every piece of him as I could get, as much of him as I could get.

(But not really cause I would have him forever).

My thoughts fought with each other the entire time. Our orgasms collided with each other few and far between, each one slow with minimal pleasure. But it wasn't about the pleasure or feeling good. It was about being as close as humanly possible with each other, about staying in motion with each other. Keeping parts of each other with us for as long as possible.

Because.

No.

Because if we could be honest.

No. Don't.

Because if we could actually be honest with ourselves.

Don't say it. Don't think it. It won't come true if you don't think it.

Let's be honest. My plan wouldn't work.

Stop.

Severus wouldn't survive the night.

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Chapter 21

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

𝕴 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 my feet in the sea, looking out at the storm. March had slowly melted in April and April showers bring May flowers so the wind bustled around me, blowing my dress out in front of me. Remus was not asleep, though he was quiet in my arms, looking at the storm with me.

Trang was not with me for once, staying up at the house. She said I was crazy for coming out here at this time, but I couldn't stay inside. I knew dad was coming tonight, to tell everyone that his son had been born.

That my brother had been born.

It was weird, that this boy who I would not meet until his father was dead, would be the brother I got to recognize first, before my blood one.

I was to melancholy to stay with them. So I stayed outside, telling Remus a story.

In the depths there is a man lost in time.

He has opened the wrong doors. Chosen the wrong paths.

Wandered farther than he should have.

He is looking for someone. Something. Someone. He does not remember who the someone is, doe snot have the ability, here in the depths where time is fragile, to grasp the thoughts and memories and hold on to them, to sort through them to recall more than glimpses.

Sometimes he stops and in the stopping the memory grows clear enough for him to see her face, or pieces of it. But the clarity motivates him to continue and then the pieces fall apart again and he walks on not knowing for whom or what it is he walks.

He only knows he has not reached it yet.

Reached her yet.

Who? He looks toward the sky that is hidden from him by rock and earth and stories. No one answers his question. There is a dripping he mistakes for water, but no other sound. Then the question is forgotten again.

He walks down crumbling stairs and trips over tangled roots. He has long since passed by the last of the rooms with their doors and their locks, the places where the stories are content to remain on their shelves.

He has untangled himself from vines blossoming with story-filled flowers. He has traversed piles of abandoned teacups with text baked into their crackled glaze. He has walked through puddles of ink and left footprints that formed stories in his wake that he did not turn around to read.

Now he travels through tunnels with no light at their ends, feeling his way along unseen walls until he finds himself someplace somewhere sometime else.

He passes over broken bridges and under crumbling towers.

He walks over bones he mistakes for dust and nothingness he mistakes for bones.

His once-fine shoes are worn. He abandoned his coat some time ago.

He does not remember the coat with its multitude of buttons. The coat, if coats could remember such things, would remember him but by the time they are reunited the coat will belong to someone else.

On clear days memories focus in his mind in scattered words and images. His name. The night sky. A room with red velvet drapery. A door. His father. Books, hundreds and thousands of books. A single book in her hand. Her eyes. Her hair. The tips of her fingers.

But most of the memories are stories. Pieces of them. Blind wanderers and star-crossed lovers, grand adventures and hidden treasures. Mad kings and cryptic witches.

The things he has seen and heard with his own eyes and ears mix with tales he has read or heard with his own eyes and ears. They are inseparable down here.

There are not many clear days. Clear nights.

There is no way to tell the difference here in the depths.

Night or day. Fact or fiction. Real or imagined.

Sometimes he feels he has lost his own story. Fallen out of its pages and landed here, in between, but he remains in his story. He cannot leave it no matter how he tries.

The man lost in time walks along the shore of the sea and does not look up to see the lack of stars. he wanders through empty cities of honey and bone, down streets that once range with music and laughter. He lingers in abandoned temples, lighting candles for forgotten gods and running his fingers over the fossils of unaccepted offerings. He sleeps in beds that no one has dreamed upon in centuries and his own sleep is deep, his dreams as unfathomable as his waking hours.

"Elizabeth!"

"At first the bees watched him. Followed him while he walked and hovered while he slept. They thought he might be someone else.

He is just a boy. A man. Something in between.

Now the bees ignore him. They go about their own business. They decided that one man out of his depth is no cause for alarm but even the bees are wrong from time to time.

"Elizabeth!"

This time I heard the shout, the first I thought an imagination or just a strange production of the wind.

It's my fathers' voice.

I close my eyes while Remus stirs, looking over my shoulder.

I heard footsteps step into the water and that is when I finally turn around to face my father for the first time in months.

Even the state of me being pregnant does not take the joy out of his eyes or the colour from his cheeks. He looked younger than I had seen him, at least since I had been a young girl myself.

"It's a boy!" He said, his voice full of the same joy as his eyes.

"I know." I said with a smile that I could make reach my eyes, no matter how hard I tried. "I saw. Teddy, it's a wonderful name dad. I am so happy for you."

"You'll be the Godmother of course?" He asked, as though there was no other choice.

"Really?" I asked. This time, the astonished smile did manage to reach my eyes.

"Of course!" He exclaimed, looking surprised that I was surprised. "Who else would I choose?"

I just shrugged with a smile, feeling a drop of happiness warm my insides. "I'm really, really happy for you two dad." I leaned forwards so that I could rest my head against his shoulder, giving him the best hug that I could manage.

It was then that he sort've snapped out of his own daze. "You're pregnant?!"

"Twins." I replied lightly.

Dad hesitated, looking like he wanted to say something, but also not wanting to say something. When I met his eyes though, I saw the disappointment there, which punched me in the gut so hard that I actually put a hand to my stomach as though I could soothe it.

"That's. . . that's great sweetheart."

We stood there silently on the beach, both of us avoiding each others' eyes. I swallowed back my tears, knowing that this could very well be one of my last times with him. So I said the only thing I could say to save the situation.

"They might not be Severus'."

I watched his expression furrow with confusion, before understanding, and finally his eyes filled with pity. "Oh, Elizabeth."

I pushed my hate far, far down for my dad's reaction. I refused to let any other emotions besides positive ones surround my last times with my father. Even if they were fake for me, I would not let my father die with the idea that our last interaction was negative.

Though, of course, he would not die at all since I would save his life.

"You should get back to Tonks and Teddy dad." I whispered. "They need you."

"E-"

"I love you." I said firmly, kissing his cheek. "Get back to your son. I should put my own down for sleep."

It was so weird, referring to the little boy as 'his son' instead of 'my brother' or even just calling him 'Teddy'. I knew then that I was not hiding my feelings as well as I had hoped. Dad would see right through me, just as he always did.

Just like he always would.

"Elizabeth just wait a minute." Dad said, reaching out to grab my elbow, since both hands were occupied with Remus.

I turned back to him, looking into his warm, brown eyes.

He pulled me into a full hug this time, his arms wrapped strongly, safely around me. I vowed right then and there that this would not be the last hug my father would give me. I would make sure to get another hug, and another. I would keep him alive, even if it cost Tonks and Fred. No matter what, I would keep my father.

Even if it cost me myself.

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"𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖔 much Bill. And you, Fleur. We're sorry we stayed so long, but it was just beautiful." I said as Trang and I stood in their front yard, getting ready to disparate back to mountains outside of Hogsmeade.

"I actually wish you two could stay longer." Bill chuckled, hugging Trang first, and then me. "It's been nice, having company."

"Yes, we shall miss you both." Fleur said, hugging both of us as well, also kissing Remus on the forehead. He giggled, kicking his feet, reaching for her. "Aww." Fleur cooed to him, taking him from my arms to give him one final hug. The two of them had bonded greatly over the entire month we'd been here, and I knew they'd miss each other. I would make sure to reunite them again.

I knew that next week, Harry, Ron, and Hermione would take off for Gringotts. I was looking forwards to hearing about it- in the newspapers.

"We should go now." Trang said softly.

Fleur kissed Remus a bunch of times, making the baby giggle, before handing him back to me. Trang and I disapparated on our own without another word and appeared several feet apart from each other.

Trang and I stared at our stuff and Remus for a moment, wondering just exactly how we were supposed to get back to Hogwarts in broad daylight, when a figure came around the corner, stopping dead at the sight of us.

All three of our wands' were raised in seconds before recognizing each other. "Severus." I sighed happily, lowering my wand.

Severus rolled his eyes. "You are far to trusting Elizabeth. Can you at least attempt to let me ask you a question and you ask me one?"

I huffed, "What kind of kids am I having?"

"Twins. To easy." Severus responded.

I rolled my eyes again and then became a cat, which was a slight mistake because Remus was suddenly falling through thin air, as I could not hold him as a cat.

Severus lunged, falling on his stomach as he caught our son and I turned human again, laying on my side. "I think that answered everything." I said lightly, though my heart was pounding. Remus however, just giggled, waving his hands excitedly. I think he liked it.

"Merlin, Elizabeth." Severus said weakly, rolling over onto his stomach, setting our son down on his chest. He glanced over at Trang. "I suppose you're fine."

"Gee, thanks." Trang rolled her eyes, but smirked to herself.

"Uh, back to the castle?" I asked weakly. "Sorry."

Severus huffed, kissing the top of my head. I turned back into a black cat, hopping into Severus deep pockets. A second later, a pocket watch was placed beside me, engraved with Vietnamese artwork. I rolled my eyes, settling my paws on the metal as though it would keep Trang safer.

Severus moved quickly and I could hear the townspeople talking about their day to day lives in hushed whispers. I supposed that had to mean he'd hidden our luggage and Remus in his other pocket or somewhere.

He made a stop after about twenty minutes, pulling the watch out. I heard him tell Trang that wherever we were was the safest place for Trang, then he was walking again.

After another ten minutes or so, he was reaching into the pocket again, lifting me out. He placed me up on his shoulder and I could see that Remus was fast asleep in his crib now, his thumb in his mouth, his owl stuffed animal tucked against him.

I turned human, pulling Severus down onto the bed at the surprise of me transforming.

"I've missed you." He murmured, kissing me on the cheek.

"I've missed you too." I said with a small smile. "How was uh, your visit with him?"

He frowned. "I wish I had a forewarning about that. My heart leapt, thinking of you still being here."

"Hence, why we left." I said lightly, cupping his face. "Besides, I figured I'd keep as many things the same as possible. This timeline is to important to mess up or screw around with, even with the smallest of changes."

"I understand." Severus said softly. "I just wish it didn't have to be with me worrying about you all of the time. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

"You're never going to have to find out." I said softly.

Severus hesitated and then said, "Dobby has not delivered dinner for quite some time. I just. . . Are you. . ."

I looked away sadly. "I don't really want to talk about it Sev. There wasn't. . . I couldn't do anything. He didn't wear the clothes I made for him and since he didn't. . ."

"I get it. I'm sorry." He murmured. I looked up at him, wishing I could voice all of my worries aloud. But I couldn't. His life was one of the ones I needed to protect.

"Anyways." I said quickly, struggling to sit upright. Severus quickly got up, helping me up into a sitting position. "Uh, do you have another elf who I could ask to get some hot wings? I'm craving them again and the spicy food will also help with the pregnancy."

"Yeah, of course." Severus murmured. "I'll be right back."

He left the room and I wiped at my eyes quickly as I tried to take in all of my emotions at once. I did deep breath exercises until I heard the door open again, the smell of spicy chicken wings intruding my senses. My mouth started to water immediately and the corner of my mouth lifted up into a smile.

He put the plate down for me on a wooden TV tray (although he just called it a sick bed dinner table) and then asked if I needed anything else.

"Can you just sit with me for a little bit?" I asked softly. "I'm really sorry I'm in such a depressed state. Maybe it's the pregnancy."

Severus chuckled a little. "You're actually sorry for being down? Elizabeth you can see the future of everyone you love dying, your brother is on the run, your grandfather-in-law through Tonks has been murdered, you're stressed about all your friends, you're pregnant, and you're trying to save the world- your world anyways- all on your own. I'd be worried if you weren't depressed."

I took a bite of my chicken wing and hummed in satisfaction. "These give me so much happiness though."

Severus chuckled. "Well, you can have as many as you want."

I smiled then, a true smile. "I love you Severus."

He kissed the top of my head. "I love you more."

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"𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚!" The words ripped from my lips as I grasped the bed sheets in pain as another contraction hit.

"Push." Madam Pomfrey said simply, trying to regain my attention.

Severus smartly kept his mouth shut, sitting by the bedside, letting me dig my nails into his hand.

"I can see his or her head, you need to push Miss Kane." Madam Pomfrey said firmly.

"I am pushing!" I snarled.

Severus squeezed my hand lightly.

"There we go." Madam Pomfrey said, unfazed, the pressure dwindling just slightly as the first baby exited me. She took the bloody baby, quickly handing the baby up to me. I could see that it was a little boy, the little bit of hair that he had was black.

"Oh, Severus." I cooed now, "Look at him."

"He's beautiful." Severus whispered softly. The baby whimpered, opening his eyes to show that they were a beautiful brown.

"Headmaster, you should take the baby until the next one is out." Madam Pomfrey said.

I felt my heart fall at the idea of having to let go of my baby so soon, even to his father. Severus however, seemed to be able to get how I felt because he shook his head. Madam Pomfrey gave him a slightly exasperated look, but focused solely on helping me deliver the second baby.

"Elijah." I gasped out.

"What?" Severus asked slightly.

"Elijah Kingsley Snape." I said again, crying out from another contraction. "We would call him Elijah Kingsley. I just. . . I don't know his name just suddenly popped out."

"It's a beautiful name." Severus said softly. "Very, well," He chuckled. "Royal."

It took another thirty minutes for the second child to come out, which were full of Severus encouraging me, me yelling at both him and Madam Pomfrey, and Madam Pomfrey giving me times to push.

This time, it was a beautiful baby girl that Madam Pomfrey delivered from me. I relaxed into the sheets, sweating and panting, but excited all the same.

"Alright, let me check their eyes." Madam Pomfrey said, taking both of the babies into her arms, bringing them over to a table she had set up when Severus had rushed to get her. It took only thirty seconds, before she carried both of them over, a smile on her face. "They both have beautiful eyes Miss Kane."

I smiled, tears coming to my own. "Thank you Madam Pomfrey." I whispered, taking both of the little babies into my arms.

"Minerva." Severus said so suddenly and confidently that I looked up at the door to see if Professor McGonagall had come in, Madam Pomfrey doing the same.

"What?" I asked, seeing that she wasn't there.

"Her name is Minerva. . . how about Trang?" Severus asked hesitantly. "Minerva Trang?"

"I love it." I whispered, my black cloud that I had been carrying around popping and dissipating as my heart swelled with love. This was the true Severus Snape, the one that I knew and loved.

Madam Pomfrey was surveying Severus, which I wasn't entirely a fan of. I wanted her to like him of course, but after his name was cleared, not before. I didn't know how much her seeing this side of him would affect the future. Hopefully not by much.

"Thank you for coming down Madam Pomfrey." Severus said suddenly, looking up at her. "If anyone were to ask why you were up here for so long-"

"I will say that you were questioning me about the students underground trade to see if I know anything. If someone asks you, I knew nothing." Madam Pomfrey said solidly.

"Naturally." Severus said and then she left the room, leaving the two of us with Remus and two new, beautiful babies.

Severus gently sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the little ones. "They are truly miraculous, Elizabeth."

"They are, aren't they?" I asked softly, staring at them in awe. Elijah Kingsleys' brown little eyes fluttered sleepily. It seemed that he was already tired from such an exciting event as being born.

"I'm glad I can change the colours of the cribs." Severus smiled a little, flicking his hand at the new cribs in question, changing one of the blue pads to pink instead.

I tsked at him. "You really thought both of them were going to be boys?"

"One can hope." Severus smirked, but softened as he took Minerva into his arms. "She is adorable."

"She's going to be your favorite, I already know it." I whispered softly, kissing his cheek. "You're going to protect her fiercely."

"Yes I am." Severus whispered, rocking her. She also had brown eyes, which seemed happy, even for a newborn. "No one will hurt her. Not while I'm around. I promise."

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Kinktober 2022 Introduction

Introduction (You can also find this story on my AO3. I am uploading to Tumblr for the first time- bear with me)

This is my first time participating in a Kinktober event. This is also my first time writing a group of oneshots with almost no plot or multiple parts. And also, the first time writing outside of my comfort zone.

However, despite all of these 'firsts', I hope that you find at least a few chapters that you guys like- as I didn't stick with one particular fandom group so there might be some characters you either don't know or don't like.

I think I only covered five fandoms: Twilight, Marvel, Harry Potter, TVD/TO, and Fruits Basket (anime). I was thinking of maybe doing Black Butler too, but I wanted to do two of each person (although I only did one Kingsley and one Shigure) so I didn't have room. However, I do plan on doing kinktober every year for. . . forever? So maybe I'll do Black Butler next year.

Keep in mind that as I will be doing another one next year, you can request at the end of this book favorite characters or a character you might like to see with a certain kink. Preferably the characters already used in this one (Black Butler I only will do Sebastian and Claude).

Also, I'm supposed to say 18+ only on this. As I was 17 when I was reading smut, I don't mind so much if you're like 16 or 17 reading this. I would prefer that you be 18 at least however. Despite this, if you are younger, it's not like I'm going to know unless you comment it. If you do comment anything that might make me think you're younger than 18, I'm supposed to block you (Wattpad rules). Please don't make me do this- I have been banned from a story before and it was one of the worst feelings in the world. I love comments, but just don't make me think that you're younger than 18. Thank you!

Anyways, with all of that out of the way, here are the following dates, kink, and character to go with it. Keep in mind I don't know what I'm doing with half of these so if I get something wrong, feel free to point it out. I won't change the writing, but I will keep it in mind in case I write something similar. Just be nice about it.

October 1- Somnophilia (Carlisle Cullen) 😴

October 2- Breeding Kink (Steve Rogers) 🤱

October 3- Size Kink (Loki Laufeyson) 📏

October 4- Cockwarming (Tony Stark) 🍆🔥

October 5- Daddy kink (Lucius Malfoy) 💸

October 6- Collaring (Remus Lupin) 💍

October 7- Age Gap (Severus Snape) 👧👴

October 8- Bondage (Niklaus Mikelson) 𓀏

October 9- Uniform Sex (Bucky Barnes) 👨‍✈️

October 10- Pregnancy kink (Hatori Soma) 🤰

October 11- Sensory Deprivation (Steven Strange) 🕶

October 12- Striptease (Shigure Soma) 🩲

October 13- Mirror Sex (Damon Salvatore) 🪞

October 14- Lingerie Kink (Kingsley Shacklebolt) 👙

October 15- Praise Kink (Elijah Mikelson) 😇

October 16- Spanking (Lucius Malfoy) 😣😫😩🥵

October 17- Food play (Hatori Soma) 🍫

October 18- Thigh Riding (Remus Lupin) 🦵

October 19- Non-bed surface (Severus Snape) 🚕

October 20- Orgasm Denial (Niklaus Mikelson) 🆘

October 21- Knife Play (Bucky Barnes) 🗡

October 22- Sex Pollen (Loki Laufeyson) 🪄

October 23- Kitchen sex (Carlisle Cullen) 🍜

October 24- Aftercare (Steve Rogers) 🛁

October 25- Biting (Damon Salvatore) 👄

October 26- Lap Dance (Tony Stark) 👠

October 27- Overstimulation (Elijah Mikelson) 💥

October 28- Face Sitting (Steven Strange) 😀𓀔💀

October 29- Gangbang (Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Lucius Malfoy) ♿️

October 30- Semi-Public/Public sex (Stucky) 🏦

October 31- Monsterfucking (Niklaus Mikelson, Elijah Mikelson, Damon Salvatore)🧛‍♂️👹 P.S.- might get this one wrong or messed up as I don't fully understand it. But I'll try my best!

100% Know what I'm writing about: 💚 Sort've know what I'm writing about: 💙 Have no idea what I'm writing about and just winging it with YouTube and research and other smut books in hopes that I get it somewhat good: ❤️

No copyright. All Characters belong to their respective fandoms and authors.

#carlisle cullen #marvel #x reader #stucky x reader #kinktober2022 #Severus snape x reader #lucius malfoy x reader #fanfic

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Part 9

PLATFORM NINE AND THREE QUARTERS

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Marinette stands on the platform, watching her mother and father interact for a moment as they say good-bye to the kids. Remus isn't there, the first time he's missed a station visit. But he's out of country for his job. Elijah Kingsley wasn't there either, at a job interview at the Ministry. Minerva however, was helping Davina load her things onto the train and teasing Seraphina.

But it was her parents that Mari was more interested in. Her father had been so much happier over the summer than he had last summer. Her mother too. Whatever had happened while she had been at school the past year, they had reconnected.

She watched her father poke her mother in the side, her mother giggling, swatting at him. Her grandfather was nearby, watching them with a small smile while he paid attention to whatever Carlisle was showing him in his Marvel comic book.

"I hate Hogsmeade." Albus' voice caught Maris' attention and she turned, tightening her arms around snowball as the cat made to jump out of her arms at a toad that was hopping around.

"How can you hate a place you haven't actually visited yet?" Albus was standing with his father, who had given Albus his signed slip for Hogsmeade.

"Because I know it'll be full of Hogwarts students." Albus said, clenching his hand around the paper so it crumpled.

"Just give it a go- come on- this is your chance to go nuts in Honeydukes without your mum knowing- no, Albus, don't you dare!" Uncle Harry said as Albus raised his wand to point it at the paper.

"Incendio!"

"Of all the stupid things!" Her Uncle Harry cried, exasperated, throwing his hands into the air.

"The ironic thing is I didn't expect it to work. I'm terrible at that spell." Albus said happily.

"Al- Albus." Uncle Harry said, trying to connect with him. "I've been exchanging owls with Professor McGonagall- she says you're isolating yourself- you're uncooperative in lessons- you're surly- you're-"

"So what would you like me to do? Magic myself popular? Conjure myself into a new House? Transfigure myself into a better student? Just cast a spell, Dad, and change me into what you want me to be, okay? It'll work better for both of us. Got to go. Train to catch. Friend to find."

It wasn't entirely true, Mari felt. She could've been popular if she'd wanted to, being a Snape after all the only Snape in Slytherin. No one had rejected her, and in fact most people had wanted to be her friend, the same way they had wanted to be Minerva and Seraphina and Haru and Elijah Kingsley and all of her other siblings friends. But she didn't care about friends or people.

Meaningless faces.

She supposed it was a little different with Albus. His entire family generations- besides his sister- were in Gryffindor. Lily would be sorted in Gryffindor this year, something Mari seemed to know, but maybe it was obvious. With Mari, her mother was a Hufflepuff and her father a Slytherin. All of her siblings were spread out between the other three houses so it made sense that one of them would end up in Slytherin.

But she also knew that Albus didn't try. It was as though he was trying not to be friends with people, trying not to be anything his father was. Aunt Minerva was right, Albus didn't try in class and Mari was honestly surprised he hadn't been held back yet. He really only got through because of Scorpius.

"Hey Mari!" Albus said, "Come on, let's go find Scorpius!"

Mari waved to both of her parents, before following Albus onto the train and heading down the hallway until they found the compartment that Scorpius was sitting in by himself.

"Scorpius. . . Scorpius. . . Are you okay?" Albus asked, sitting down in front of him. Mari took her seat by the window, staring out. Snowball finally leapt off her lap, padding over to nuzzle up against Scorpius. "Your mum? It's got worse?"

"It's got the worst it can possibly get." Scorpius sniffled, wiping under his eyes. "She passed last night."

"I thought you'd send an owl. . ." Albus said softly.

"I couldn't work out what to say." Scorpius said.

Albus looked angrily at Mari, "I thought your mother cured her?"

"No." Scorpius said softly. "Just bought her some time."

"She should've done more then!" Albus snapped.

Mari frowned, "My mom isn't a miracle worker Albus."

"No, Albus." Scorpius said softly, shaking his head. "Her mother did what we needed. She gave her three extra months to live. Three extra months that I got to spend with my mother and she wasn't in pain for any of it until the last three days. It was. . . I'll have to thank her."

Albus was quiet then.

"Is there anything. . ." Mari asked.

"Come to the funeral?" Scorpius asked.

"Of course." Mari and Albus said together.

"And be my good friends." Scorpius said softly, before petting Snowballs' head.

The train ride was a silent one. None of them spoke another word on the train, nor in the carriages, nor at the Great Hall. In fact, it wasn't even until after the Sorting Ceremony, when the Sorting hat announced Albus' sister was going to be in Gryffindor, did anyone say anything at all.

"Yes!" Lily cheered from the front of the Great Hall.

"Great." Albus said bitterly.

"Did you really think she'd come to us? Potters don't belong in Slytherin." Scorpius said.

"This one does." Albus said. He was quiet for a moment while Mari put food on her plate, before he said, "I didn't choose, you know that? I didn't choose to be his son."

And Mari thought very privately, 'Well I did.' And she smiled to herself because in that moment, she knew who the lucky one was. Her father was happy and she was lucky.

She took out a piece of parchment, and started to write her mother an apology letter, before eating dessert, and going to bed, dreaming of the day when she would be as lucky as her parents.

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