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𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠/𝘕 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. (𝘚𝘏𝘌’𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘈𝘎𝘌)

[tryskomys]

MOONCHILD

Remus Lupin x OC reader

Chapter 2 - Episkey

Summary: Moony and Mittens officially join the Hogwarts faculty. After a string of both endearing and hostile reunions, the feast unexpectedly evokes a wave of dreadful memories.

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notes: here goes chapter two! hope you’ll enjoy it, it is preeeetty juicy for you angst lovers out there…

tw: a bit nasty - blood, vivid description of minor injuries, foul language, padfoot is a dickhead ™

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"Do you think I should change back?" Hesperia mumbled in a hushed voice as she and Remus crisscrossed between students through the narrow corridor. He was doing his best not to step on anyone's feet, which was quite a challenge as his pointy Oxford shoes neared twice the size of some of the children's. The brown leather material was flaky in some places, the heel worn out and uneven.

He answered with a shrug, now trying his best to maintain balance when the train suddenly moved, rattling through the tracks once again with a deafening screech of wheels.

"I don't think that will be necessary. They probably thought you were wandering somewhere around the train." 

She sighed in relief and attempted to tuck a loose strand of hair back into the chignon.

"Splendid. I don't think that shaggy old floor mop would digest the chocolate very well. I don't plan on dying tonight, not until I've had at least two servings of butterbeer croquembouche."

A giggle rumbled through his chest as they reached their respective compartment. The children were still there, now a bit calmer as they discussed the preceding events. Remus gave a short nod in the direction of the now-empty package of chocolate.

Hesperia raised her eyebrows in contentment and then softly cleared her throat, a shy shiver running down her spine when the passengers looked at the two of them. 

Their surprised faces scanned the new stranger, the boys were especially flustered when she gave them all a warm smile. Harry discreetly looked the woman up and down, stopping when she made eye contact with him. 

Her eyes…that's impossible.

"Are you feeling better, Harry? We'll be arriving at Hogwarts in ten minutes." Remus gained back their attention when he spoke. They were already getting used to his calm, silent voice. He seemed to have an unusual sort of authority, one won over by pure kindness. But it was their first time hearing the woman speak. 

"Professor Lupin kindly filled me in on the problems we've run into. I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will investigate how those beasts got in here. Don't burden your minds with that, now. There's no safer place than Hogwarts, right?" she assured them. Her words carried through the air as if they were soft clouds, sweet to their ears like butterscotch.

Remus nodded and motioned towards the leather seats. 

"May we join you?" he asked politely, his tired smile growing wider when the children nodded and muttered silent, assuring replies. Harry shuffled to the side so the professors could sit in the same place where Remus slept, oblivious to the cat's sudden disappearance until Ginny's shy voice peeped from the corner.

Hesperia got up in the meantime and reached for the copy of Daily Prophet that was tucked under her ragged suitcase, stubbornly staring into it when she sat down and heard Ginny's tremoring question. 

"Professor, I- I'm sorry, but where is your Mittens?" she stuttered and her face was almost as red as her hair now. His eye twitched for the slightest second before he shifted in his seat, sticking his hands into the pockets of his robe. 

"Oh, Mittens is not mine, she's just a stray. I used to meet her a lot around the grounds when I went to school, which was…let's say some years ago. More than I'd like to admit." he grinned and casually rested his head on the window. 

"I was quite surprised to see her after all that time. She was looking rather ragged, though. I guess age is catching up to her." he shrugged as Ginny giggled. His ears caught the subtle rustle of paper when Hesperia gripped the Prophet tighter.

Oh, you're surely getting the claws when we get there, prick. 

She was torn out of the long silence that followed when the train stopped with a shrill sound of metal grinding against metal. 

"Looks like we're here! Ah, I hope there will be broiled potatoes." Remus stretched and gave everyone present a wide smile before getting up, probably too fast for his exhaustion, because his vision went fuzzy for a moment and he stumbled backwards. Neville caught him, his big ears as red as his favourite cherry liquorice sticks from the snack trolley.

The professor patted his slouched shoulder and thanked him. He just nodded and nearly ran out of the cabin, stumbling over Hesperia's small suitcase in the process.

"Well, it was a pleasure to meet all of you! See you around." she nodded and handed Remus his cane before disappearing from their sight with a small wave.

When she walked outside, ropes of frigid rain were falling from the sky with loud splashes and clouds occasionally cracked with bright lightning. She softly swore under her breath, cringing as wet drops ran under the collar of her robe. Remus carefully limped down the stairs of the train and when he hit the ground with a heavy huff, she snorted.

"Who did you say was getting old?" she hissed at him but couldn't hide the grin playing at her lips when he looked at her, his green eyes wide. He smacked his lips in annoyance and softly punched her arm. He took out his wand, pointed it at the sky and a transparent umbrella sprung out of its tip, successfully shielding both of them from the pouring rain.

She lifted his small luggage from the ground and held it along with her own so he could use his cane as well as his wand. Ignoring his protests, she scooted over closer to him and hooked her arm into his when he offered it with a sigh. 

"Mimi, you don't have to -" 

"Shush, pay attention to your steps, now. You can be a gentleman tomorrow." she cut him off and tugged on his arm to make him move.

She heard Hagrid's booming voice calling the first-years to join him and she melted, the nostalgia finally catching up to her.

They made their way over to the carriages, gravel crunching under their shoes as they walked on the road surrounded by various blooming bushes and small flame spheres that hovered above the ground. The carriages they seemed to be dragged by strange, naked creatures now. They resembled horses and birds alike, their wings scaly and skeletal. Thestrals.

"Makes sense that we would see them, now...after everything," Remus mumbled in her ear, his warm breath making her freezing cheek pleasantly flush. She just soundlessly nodded and let go of him, climbing into one of the vehicles with a soft huff. 

Three fairly grown-up girls, presumably seventh-years, hesitantly joined them. Their hair was soaked and their teeth rattled in the cold autumn breeze that fluttered around them as the Thestrals moved. Their faces turned pink when they noticed the unusually young and unusually handsome professor and his gentle smile. 

"Engorgio!" he commanded and the transparent umbrella expanded with a high-pitched squeal until it hovered over the whole carriage. The group's cheeks flamed even brighter now, stifling giggles when he spoke. 

"Better?" his sweet voice carried through the air and the girls nodded, gingerly thanking before murmuring something among each other. She cursed her pitch-perfect hearing.

Why couldn't I have transformed into a mole rat instead?

"Show-off," she muttered under her breath and he shrugged, a smug grin reaching all the way up to his twinkling eyes.

When they arrived in front of the castle and hopped out of the vehicle, she spotted Harry and the others from the train in the distance. They seemed to be in some sort of conflict with a trio of boys she didn't see before when they passed the compartments on the way here. Remus raised an eyebrow as they neared the group. 

"I wonder whose son that is," he mumbled with a sarcastic smirk when they were close enough to notice that the loudest student had shiny, platinum blonde hair. She scoffed and did her best to put on a professional façade. 

"Is there a problem?" Remus questioned in a firm but friendly tone and they stopped by the band of teens. He was remarkably better at keeping his temper than her, which was quite ironic considering his condition. Her disdain was hidden behind an unconvincing smile. 

Draco Malfoy and his two companions turned around and looked the professors up and down, silver and green ties nonchalantly thrown around their necks. Now that they were illuminated by the golden lights of the castle and standing right in front of them, Harry noticed just how much shabbier they looked in comparison to the river of people flowing into the castle.

Remus Lupin was a tall, tall man. And yet, his ill-fitting robes still seemed to loosely flutter around his fairly broad stature. The tweed suit he had under his long grey robe was pilling around the buttons and loose threads were sticking out of his mousy brown tie. The rough woollen coat that hung down from his shoulders had clumps all over and it looked frankly uncomfortable to wear. His dark brown Oxfords were worn-out and creased all over.

His female companion didn't look much fancier. Her fawny suit was from a lighter type of wool than his, but it was no less crumpled. Her trousers ended above her ankles, it was hard to decide if they were supposed to be that way or if she had them for years and simply grew out of them. The high leather boots on her feet were slightly pointy and had a small and stocky hourglass-shaped heel. The shoelaces were tightly knotted, looking like they might fall apart at any moment.

Her moss-green robe had a few patches from a different fabric and her mustard-yellow parka was the only piece of clothing on both of them that looked semi-new.

Malfoy must've went through the same thought process, because his already judgemental smirk grew even wider when he saw Remus's scarred face, pale and exhausted. The grey strands in his hair glinted under the soft lights that escaped through the windows.

"No problem at all…professor." Draco sneered and gave Harry, Ron and Hermione one last scoff before waving off his two beefy friends and joining the mountain of heads moving up the stairs. Ron gave them an apologizing smile and Hesperia patted his shoulder. 

"Enjoy the feast." she winked and turned around when she heard Professor Flitwick's high-pitched voice from around the corner. Ron caught the slightest hint of her perfume when she whipped her head around and his red ears nearly started glowing in the dark rainy night. 

"Hessie! Remus! I've been looking for you all over, where were you hiding?" Flitwick mused, waving at them to join him. They exchanged a big grin and waved Harry and his friends goodbye, rushing to the small man's side. They affectionately shook his hand and he led them to the back entrance reserved for teachers.

They entered a small lobby that continued to The Great Hall, where most teachers already sat at their places, waiting for everyone to arrive. Remus waved his wand to make the umbrella disappear with a puff of raindrops and hung his cane on one of the armchairs. Hessie put the two suitcases on the floor, taking off her parka.

Professor Sprout just walked in with a deep frown on her face. 

"Filius, how in Helga's name am I supposed to -" 

She stopped in her tracks when she noticed the new faces and her annoyed expression immediately changed to a delighted smile. 

"Remus! And Hessie, too! Merlin's beard, come here, my lion cubs." she exclaimed and stomped through the lobby with a boisterous giggle. She gave them both a big bone-crushing hug before standing on her tiptoes to pinch Remus's cheek. He blushed at the sudden attention.

"My dear boy, look at you! You've grown so much!" she sniffled and turned to Hessie, took her hands and spun her around.

"Let me have a proper look at you, rosebud. My dear Hessie, as sweet as ever!"

Professor Sprout took out a lacy handkerchief and patted her eyes dry. Hessie bit her lip to contain the embarrassed smile that curled on her lips. The stocky witch sighed and put her handkerchief back inside her robes, softly clapping her hands.

"We're so honoured to be back, Professor." Remus awkwardly stuck his hands into his pockets and Professor Sprout tutted.

"Oh, stop it, sweetheart. Call me Pomona. We're so delighted to have you here with us. Truly, right before you arrived, Filius was just talking about - Filius?"

Her eyes widened when she realized she came in to complain to Professor Flitwick and franatically looked around the room. He elegantly snuck out of the room when she was busy blowing her nose.

"Filius!" she lamented and ran out of the door without a word, muttering something under her breath before calling out for him again. 

They broke into giggles as soon as she disappeared behind the corner. She walked up closer to him and smoothed his robes, spotting cat hair on his chest. They fell silent and he looked down at her lovingly, allowing himself to study her face now that she was busy taking out her wand. 

Her eyebrows were knitted in concentration as she muttered a string of incantations, first removing the clumps on his suit with a simple wave, then swishing it to make the loose threads vanish and finally move onto the tear near the bottom of his robe, intricately twirling the tip as the fabric seemed to attach itself together.

She didn't seem to age a day since they last walked through this castle. Even back then she had a few silver threads in her hair. 

His eyes fell on the long scar that graced her skin. A wave of sickness jolted through his body and he bit down on his bottom lip so roughly a drop of blood appeared on it. She seemed to have a potent radar for Remus's self-loathing thoughts, so she looked at him, put her wand away and reached up, wiping the red stain with the pad of her thumb. His eyelids involuntarily fluttered closed as his fists clenched in his pockets. 

"How many times did I tell you not to chew your lips?" she whispered when he opened his eyes. They were exhausted and bordered with dark circles. And despite all the pain they carried, they were so warm, so caring it made her heartbeat stutter. He softly shook his head.

"I cannot count that high, Mittens," he said and breathed out a shivering sigh.

Both of them jumped when Albus Dumbledore cleared his throat, watching them with arms akimbo as his grey robe fluttered in the cold breeze that flowed in through the main door. The expression on his face seemed deliberately bored as if he was standing there for hours.

"I see you've already settled here comfortably. Splendid!" his voice echoed through the stone walls and he giggled when he saw their terrified expressions, walking up to them with open arms.

Hessie let out a silent chuckle and straightened her robes. Remus sheepishly took the hands out of his pockets, clasping them behind his back.

"Sweet Hessie." he kissed the back of her hand before softly caressing her cheek.

"And Remus, my dear friend. What a joy to see the two in these halls again. I'll forever be in your debt for this." he shook Remus's hand and patted his back, taking both of them around the shoulders.

"You have missed the usual professors' meeting, but pay no mind to that. I will fill you in on everything. Now, tell me - ah, Severus! Right on time as always."

They both set their eyes on the towering figure in the doorframe. His posture was unbelievably straight, not in the slightest similar to the hunch he was stuck in when they last saw each other.

Severus Snape was piercing them with narrowed eyes, thy were so astonishingly dark they didn't seem to reflect any light. He was completely wrapped in layers of long black robes, only his pale sinewy hands peeked out of his sleeves while he folded his arms. 

'What's up, Snivellus? Stumbled upon some shampoo lately? 'Cause it doesn't seem like it. Levicorpus!'

James Potter's phantom voice echoed through her ears as she studied his greasy raven hair, her eyes rapidly blinking off the embarrassment. She hated that nickname almost as much as she hated Snape himself, along with his supremacist friend group.

She wondered if he ever knew that. If he remembered that she and Remus loathed their friends’ treatment of him. Considering his hostile scowl, though, it seemed like enabling was just as heinous as bullying in his eyes. She couldn't fault him for that, so she averted his stare by peeking inside the noisy Great Hall.

"Severus, you've met Remus and Hessie before." Dumbledore walked up to him and motioned him inside the lobby. Remus was as uncomfortable as her when he stuck out his palm to shake Snape's veiny hand. 

"I've had the pleasure." he simply stated, his voice impossibly deep and cold as ice. Remus gave him a small, genuine smile, but Snape just turned to Hessie, shaking her hand with a similarly steely grip. 

"Severus will supply you with the Wolfsbane potion as often as you'll need. The ingredients in his pantry are of utmost quality, as are his skills, of course. I'm fully convinced that we'll be able to ease your suffering, Remus. I promise." Dumbledore assured him, sensing the tension in the room.

Remus nodded.

"Oh, I have no doubts about our Potions Master's skills. Severus, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am in your debt." he gave him a polite nod, nervously picking on the skin around his nails.

Snape stood motionless, like a Muggle portrait before giving Remus a lopsided, dishonest smile and with a dramatic swish of his black robe, he turned around and headed towards his seat behind the teachers' table. Dumbledore shrugged and gave them a reassuring smile, waving towards the door as he led the way to The Great Hall. They exchanged a nervous sigh and followed him.

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"With great honour, I'd like to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin and Professor H. Lynx, who were generous enough to accept my offer and share the open position of Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers."

Dumbledore introduced the young duo and they both got up, giving the packed dining hall a court, shy bow. They grinned at each other and sat down, looking around the room as the lukewarm cheers died down. 

"For those who seemed to be puzzled by this unusual precaution, the Hogwarts faculty has discussed the…inconsistencies in the previous years and deduced that it would be wise to employ two teachers at once. In case one of them got possessed by anything, be it villainy or incompetence," he added with a knowing smirk and cheerful laughter carried through the packed room.

Harry caught Hessie's eyes and she gave him a disarming wink, making his cheeks flood with a patchy blush.

She seemed so familiar.

The excitement after Dumbledore’s announcement of the new Care of Magical Creatures professor got a considerably louder applause as Hagrid sheepishly stood up and hit the long table with his large belly, making Remus's goblet of wine fall on the floor with a twinkling rattle. He just laughed it off and continued clapping as a new goblet appeared in front of him out of thin air.

The joyous atmosphere seemed to quickly vaporize when the headmaster’s speech turned to the topic of Dementors and their reason to lurk around the castle.

When his name boomed through the stone walls, Hessie felt as if someone dropped a bucket of freezing water down her robe, frigid dread running down her spine.

Twelve years and it still didn't hurt any less than when she got the owl on the fateful Hallowe'en night. She heard Remus's deep sigh beside her as he stared at the table. Her peripheral vision caught Snape's dark eyes boring into her skull, mouth twisted in a mocking grin.

A memory consumed her whole consciousness.

She was stomping through the tall grass with deafening ringing in her ears, her nostrils shivered as she huffed out heavy breaths. The Whomping Willow, covered in snow, was getting smaller and smaller as she walked away, looking almost indistinguishable from a harmless tree when she finally reached the castle's back door.

She never ran up the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower as quickly as that evening. The Fat Lady was just falling asleep when she walked up to the portrait, biting the inside of her cheek to contain her shaky voice.

"'Shrivelfig juice.'" she said firmly, trying to mask the anger spewing out of her brain. The Lady peevishly grunted and opened her eyes.

"Merlin's beard, what are you doing up at this hour? I was just about to indulge in my beauty sleep - "

"I SAID 'SHRIVELFIG JUICE‘!" she exclaimed, her eyebrows knotted in a deep frown. The Fat Lady gasped and reluctantly opened the entrance, muttering complaints under her breath.

"The audacity! I thought you had manners, young lady!" she called after her, but Hessie couldn't hear any of it. The ringing in her ears got too loud when she entered the common room and slammed the door behind her. 

A handsome young man was sitting by the fireplace in one of the velvet armchairs, the flames illuminated his chiselled features. His grey eyes were scanning a Muggle motorcycle magazine but he immediately hopped up when he noticed her, greeting her with a signature wide grin as his dark locks nonchalantly cascaded around his face.

His joyful expression quickly fell when she charged at him and decked him in the face so hard he stumbled back down on his seat.

Her fist slowly filled up with white-hot pain when she heard a soft crack upon the impact. Her index finger was now bent at an unnatural angle. 

"What the -"

"You self-centred prick! What exactly did you think you were doing?!" she shrieked as she held her bleeding knuckles, the pain was like gasoline to her fury. He looked up at her, mouth full of blood. His nose was letting out a small drop as well, tickling the bow of his lips. He immediately knew what she was talking about.

"What's gotten into you? It was a joke, Mimi -"

"Don't Mimi me, you fucking idiot! He could have died!"

"Serves him right, didn't he call you a scar-faced cunt yesterday?"

"Serves him right?!" she screeched again, pacing in front of him like a hungry lioness in her cage. Her chest rapidly heaved. They were lucky the whole tower was gone for an overnight field trip to Hogsmeade.

"He's a sinister, greasy little cockroach. He had it coming. Someone ought to give him a little scare." he hissed and wiped the bloody nose with the sleeve of his yellow-red sweater. 

She scoffed.

"So you took it upon yourself, a hero of the people!"

He took a breath to say something but she harshly cut him off.

"You don't value human life? Fine. Suit yourself. But did your omnipotent brain even consider what would've happened to Moony if he had ripped that fuckface to shreds? How he would feel if he woke up in the hospital wing tomorrow and found out he'd torn someone's beating heart out? Did you worry about the consequences for your best fucking friend?!" she screamed in his face and he fell silent, putting together that this was the true core of her wrath. 

And he truly didn't realize any of it. She was right and he was arrogant and careless. He felt humiliated. She could see right through him at that moment, so she gave him a joyless grin. 

"Didn't think so. Let me enlighten you, then!" 

He immediately backed away when she walked towards him again, but this time she just braced herself against the armrests of his chair, ignoring the bloody marks she'd left behind. She bent down on his level and got as close as she could without their noses touching.

He could inhale the scent of her Moondew shampoo from this distance, but it felt dangerous, not familiar. Her furious stare made him feel like he was burning on a stake, so he decided to move his gaze to the carmine red carpet under his feet instead.

Her silent voice was even more menacing than her enraged shrieks.

"He would've been expelled and sent to rot in Azkaban for manslaughter. All because pretty boy wanted to boost his fragile ego by navigating a clueless person to a tunnel that leads straight into a werewolf's den."

The boy's grunt echoed through the common room walls when he jumped up from his armchair, took her by the collar of her fuzzy green sweater and backed her into a wall, deaf to the gasp she made when her shoulders hit the uneven stone.

"You know what?! If you care so much about your precious Snape's well-being, why don't you go join him and his Death Eater friends at the dining table for breakfast? You can talk about your mother's bakery over a cuppa and they'll welcome you with open arms!" he barked out, spitting blood and saliva all around him. 

She didn't have time to process his statement, because as soon as the words left his mouth, her injured hand instinctively sprung up and firmly slapped his cheek, leaving a mark of bloody fingers behind. His face whipped to the side and he took a moment to breathe out before meeting her devastated face, realizing the weight of his insult.

Strident pain pulsed through her broken finger, but it was nothing compared to the feeling that was eating through her heart when his venomous words sank in. He stared at her with wide eyes, knowing that there was nothing he could do to take back the taunt he just stabbed her with.

She scoffed, a sarcastic smirk curling up the corners of her quivering lips.

"You make me sick, Black," she whispered and wrenched out of his now-limp grip. She forcefully pushed him aside with her shoulder, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. As she stomped off, he heard a strained mumble.

"Episkey."

He cringed at the poorly contained squeal she let out when her busted finger straightened itself back to its usual position with a nauseating crack.

”Mittens, I -“

He could do nothing but watch her body warp into a familiar ball of matted fur and disappear behind the bookshelf that hid one of the ways out of the castle.

She jerked at the loud swish that accompanied the sudden appearance of mountains of food.

Sweet and savoury, sour or bland, it was all there.

She fixed her dissociated stare at the broiled chicken drumsticks that were neatly arranged in a bowl of creamy corn and broccoli, dull pain pulsing in her stomach.

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[lixzey]

golden

in which sirius black's heart is held captive by certain ocean-eyed redhead.

sirius black x oc

sirius black x marigold evans

coming soon!

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[liptonsbabe]

The husband [S.B]

Sirius Black x fem! reader x Severus Snape warnings: young marriage, angst, teen pregnancy

well hello! i'm back lol

i'm sorry for the long absence but i'll try to update more now. So, i have this story with Sirius and Severus that i like but idk guys if you'll love it like i do. Therefore i'm going to publish some chapters tomorrow so you can tell me if is a good idea or pure trash lol.

summary will be down below so yep, enjoy!

btw english not my mother language so i'm sorry if there's any mistakes

Summary:

When your parents and Sirius's decide to betroth you two in marriage you think it's the worst thing that could have happened to you. You and Sirius have hated each other for as long as you can remember, and with the engagement over your shoulders, having to live together at Hogwarts pretending to be a happily engaged couple is exhausting. Eventually feelings grow between you and marrying in doesn't seem so bad anymore. Your younger sister has been engaged to Severus Snape and even if there is nothing more than a cordial relationship between them, you know that he would give his life for her. The day before your double wedding Sirius sneaks into your room, you two chat for hours and sleep together. When he leaves, you see him talking to your sister in the main entrance, you decide not to spy on them anymore and go to sleep or at least try to. But the next day is the worst day of your life. Your family was going crazy, the guests were whispering among themselves and Sirius was nowhere to be found. Neither did your sister. With your wedding dress on and the fear tightening your throat, you look for Severus, he comforts you and explains that, the night before, he saw them leaving the manor together. With your heart broken in a million pieces, you decide not to ruin your parents' plans and you take Severus Snape, your best friend, in marriage.

[crystlizabeth]

Harry Potter dr!

Angela Bassett as Crystal Snape

Lovie Simone as Crystal Maverick(maraudersEra)

Yes im aware Lovie Simone is often used as Aurora Sinistra younger face claims i didn’t see much of her face claim till i put my dr selves together and i have a few different ideas for her i might show them later!

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Bellatrix wishing Soren (OC) goodnight:

Rita to Narcissa:

Andromeda to Ted:

Regulus to Snape:

Remus to most of James and Sirius' ideas:

[bad-biddie]

The Unruly

Chapter 2

When you are born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it’s not.

Tito Merello Vilar // Richard Kadrey

Regulus sat on the velvet green sofa wringing his hands. He didn’t know where to begin.

“Would you rather me look for myself Regulus?” Snape stated clearly becoming agitated with the on going silence

“No I… I just don’t know what to say” His eye still glued to his hands 

“Begin with how she ended up in my house on my table” Snape was at his whits end rolling his eyes in irritation 

“The Dark Lord needed a servant. He arrived at our house intending to use Kreacher but my mother decided differently….”

The Dark Lord stood in front of Regulus and Walburga, staring down at Walburga in surprise.

“A squib?”He asked raising his eyebrows “Why is this the first I’m hearing of this?”

“We didn’t want to disgrace Our Lord with the knowledge of the abomination. No one knows of her but those in this house, She will not be missed” Walburga said keeping her head down to avoid His gaze

Regulus dug his nails into the hands resting by his side, focusing on regulating his breathing.

“Regulus go get the girl while I speak more with your mother.” the cold voice demanded

“Yes my Lord” Regulus bowed before exiting the room

As soon has the door shut behind him, he ran stumbling up the stairs and whipping around the corner to the room next to his slamming the door open. Making the girl on the bed shoot up.

“Regulus what-” Regulus held his hand up cutting the girl off

“Keacher come” With a crack the elf was in the room as well

“Arabella you are about to meet the Dark Lord you must not speak with him unless spoken to, you must not look at his face, and you must not speak of what i am about to tell you. Do you understand?” Regulus stated pulling her from the bed and smoothing her hair down

Her large gray eyes looked up at him her bottom lip quivering with fear. She gave him a short nod showing her understanding. 

He grasped her shoulders and began “He is going to take you somewhere and what he will have you do will most definitely hurt. He will leave you for dead. You must clear our mind and call out Kreacher's name when this happens.” 

He paused glancing over at Kreacher who was looking at them with round eyes “Kreacher it is imperative that you go to her when she calls. You must bring her directly to me without hesitation.” Kreacher gave a stout nod

“Regulus j'ai peur” Arabella's voice quivered 

He pulled her into his chest “N'ayez crainte, nous sommes en paix.” 

He gave her a firm kiss on her hairline before taking her hand and guiding her down to the sitting room. He gave her hand a firm squeeze before whispering “Être fort.”, letting her hand fall to her side before pushing the door open.

Walburga and the Dark Lord stopped their conversation and looked up. The Lords pale hand stretched out beckoning the smaller girl to come forward. 

Arabella shuffled forward carful to keep her gaze to the ground. 

She felt his cold eyes boring into her as she stopped in front of them. She felt a cold hand grasp her chin as the Dark Lord forced her head up to meet his gaze. He looked over her face with cold calculating eyes as she forced herself to fixate of the wallpaper behind him.

He let out a tsk before letting her head fall back down. “It’s a shame she would have made a beautiful witch. What a pity.” He stated patronizingly making both Regulus and Arabella stiffen 

For just a moment Arabella felt rather grateful she was a squib after remembering the stories Regulus shared about what the Dark Lord does to witches he finds beautiful.  

“She will do.” He said looking back at Walburga 

“Thank you My Lord for allowing our family to serve you once more.” Walburga said bowing 

“Indeed” He turned and began walking towards the door his dark cloak bellowing behind him.

Walburga all but shoved Arabella in his direction indicating for her to follow. Kreacher was the at the door opening it for the Lord. The wind outside was beginning to pick up as the Dark lord walked out with Arabella behind him. She took one last look behind her as the he hair bellowed around her face making her look like she was flying before the man took a firm grasp on her upper arm making her flinch. The couple disappeared into swirl of black smoke shooting up into the sky. 

“I don’t know where she was taken or what he had done to her. It was only a few hours later that Kreacher appeared in my room with her.” Regulus said concluding his recount of the previous night still looking down at his hands

Snape stayed silent for a few moments, taking in the information before asking a question which he felt he already knew the answer “And why have you brought her here?” 

“You’re the only one I know with Occumulacy powers strong enough to keep the knowledge of her survival a secret.” He paused looking up at Snape, “Please Severus you and I both know of the prophecy. This war will not be waging much longer. All that I ask is that you give her shelter until it passes.”

Severus shut his eyes deep in thought. The two sat in silence for a few moments before Severus gave a nod. 

Regulus let out a sigh of relief before bending to hold his head in his hands.

“Can you swear it?” He mumbled

Severus looked at him in surprise, the nerve of this kid dropping an unwarranted guest on his feet and now asking him to make an unbreakable vow. 

“Not unbreakable obviously theres no witness. I just need your word that you will hide and protect her until this war is over.” Regulus clarified sensing the change in air around Snape.

“I give you my word.” Severus said plainly “Just one question, Why not take her to Sirius?” 

Regulus grimaced at the name “He left her in that house for a reason.”

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i am back to being active, guys ♡ i have lots of fics planned for severus, ... i might have started liking sirius, regulus, remus, draco and james too ?? ♡

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Protego Masterlist

(Expanded my prologue for my Anaticula story to focus on the Maruaders era.)

This is a tale of three sisters.

A tale of two cousins.

Remus has a tail too, secretly so do three of his friends.

Jewels can sprout a beak.

Minerva can grow whiskers.

So, really, if you’ve got fur or feathers Hogwarts is the school for you!

The kids had to learn it all from somewhere. Even the most stoic of adults bears a colorful past all their own.

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On ao3

Ch 1 - Origin of Magic - Ch 2 - Introductions -

Ch 3 - Half - Ch 4 - Snakes and the Stage -

Ch 5 - Theater - Ch 6 - Riddle Family Massacre -

Ch 7 - Back to School - Ch 8 - Unknown -

Ch 9 - Gringotts in the Summertime - Ch 10 - No Apologies -

Ch 11 - Practice - Ch 12 - Vault of Ice - Ch 13 - OWLS & Tada -

Ch 14 - Dreams - Ch 15 - April Fools -

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On tumblr version :

Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Ch 7 - Ch 8 - Ch 9 - Ch 10 - Ch 11 - Ch 12 - Ch 13 - Ch 14 - Ch 15

Continued in Anaticula - Masterlist here

[house-of-serpents934]

Good morning!

I’m way late to the Harry Potter fandom train and I have now gone down the rabbit hole! With this in mind, most of my writing will not be canon and will, most likely, be written on vibes alone. I’d love to have you hang out and see where this train wreck takes us! ❤️

Almost all of my witting will be 18+ only, but it will be tagged accordingly!

Welcome Aboard,

-🐍

[nightingale2004]

Meet my Harry Potter oc C.O.B

Cassiopeia Ophelia Black

Age: 36

Appearance:

(Has a faded four clawed scar across her right eye to her lower left chin from her Hogwarts years)

Personality: clever, calculating, observant, caring, loyal, intelligent, resourceful, crafty, creative, patient, artistic, protective, determined, strong-willed, courageous, polite, serious, sarcastic, playful, ambitious, resilient, independent, cunning, confident, motherly

Family: Walburga (mother/dead), Orion (father/dead), Sirius (older brother), Regulus (younger brother/dead), Kreacher (house-elf), Edmund Avery (husband/dead), Rhea (daughter), Perseus (son/twin to Rhea), Severus Snape (friend/brother figure/ her children's godfather), Lucius (cousin in law), Narcissa (cousin), Draco (cousin), Bellatrix (cousin), Andromeda (disowned cousin), Nymphadora Tonks (cousin)

Species: Witch

Blood status: Pureblood

School: Hogwarts School of Magic and wizardry

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Patronus: Black Swan

Animagus form: Raven

Love interest: Remus Lupin

Title: Lady of house black (formerly), Head of house Black (currently)

Occupation: Lawyer at the Ministry of Magic

Classification: Death eater (formerly), Phoenix order (now/double agent)

Extra: Cassiopeia was born a few months after her older brother Sirius, but she was premature and almost died as a baby until the healers of St.Mungos helped with the situation. Growing up, she was always known for her beauty and intelligence. She was more beautiful than all the women in her family, including her mother, but she could never surpass Sirius's beauty, but she could always be a few steps ahead of him. When she went to Hogwarts, she was sorted into Ravenclaw, which caused some distress in her family, but both her parents agreed that it was slightly better than being a "weak Hufflepuff" or an "idiotic Gryffindor" and she was slightly in her parents good graces. Cassie was always top of her class (except in flying) and even became best friends with Severus in her mid 2nd year. After she graduated, she married Edmund Avery, joined the death eaters, and had her twins during the war. She also became a spy for the Phoenix order alongside Snape and is the head of House Black.

[smittenbyvillains]

Dearest Desires (5)

Warnings: Angsty and etc

When you got the next letter you were less than pleased. You sighed and got a warm hot shower and at least presentable. You used Floo powder to get to the mansion. Lucius was waiting with a sly smirk.

"Welcome Darling." He spoke sitting up from the couch and walking over. He was proud you listened. "Now you must not say a word to anyone about what you see or do..."

You nodded and he raised an eyebrow wanting you to use your words right now. You gulped down the hatred you had. You wanted to scream and run away but they would not go well. You didn't want to die.

"Yes sir." You answered. He grabbed your arm and placed his in yours leading you to the dining hall. You kept your head down. You hated doing this. You look feel the stares of shock and just evil grins like they had a new playroom.

Lucius motioned for you to sit down with his hand gripping yours tightly. You sat down and he did as well. He was smirking.

"I brought her my dark lord." He said and Voldemort grinned at this.

"Very good... Lucius, I want to see her face." Voldemort said. Lucius tapped your hand and you looked up to face Voldemort. You kept all emotions away. "What a great addition you will be... Severus you will train her." He said looking at Severus.

Severus nodded.

"Of course my lord," Severus said looking at you. It was obvious that he knew that you knew what was being asked. "I don't think much training will be needed. Maintlands knows all the curses."

Voldemort nodded and smirked looking at you.

"Oh? That's so? Tell me Yumi, how do you know them?" He said curious and stood up walking over to where you were seated as he spoke. He grabbed his wand staying right behind and put his wand against your cheek.

"I used them during the first war because I was angry." You replied trying not to sound pissed off. Tom knew everything. He was bothering you night and day in your head. You learned to block your mind a long while along.

"I see, especially after Regulus betrayed me and died from it." He chuckled darkly. "Your anger radiates off you... you better use for our cause." He said and walked back to his chair. He went on speaking about his plan and what would be done next.

By the end of it, you were glad to be out of there. You left after Lucius allowed you. You and Severus apparated together back to his room. You didn't want to say a word.

"You did well.... surprisingly.." He said. "I still have to train you."

You just nodded. You didn't want to talk about it.

"Of course... good night Severus." You headed to your room.

The next day you went to the dining hall and were shocked to hear Sirius was seen on campus. She wanted to look for him. She excused herself and went through the Slytherins hallway.

You were quick to know where to go. You headed straight to the big tree and stopped it from attacking you. You stared inside at the big black wolf. You smiled.

"Brother."

[celestialsister0918]

When Snape Becomes a Dad...

In honor of Father's Day, I'm posting my latest addition to "One Shots and Outtakes from Wizarding World Romance"... the one where Severus Snape becomes a dad! Enjoy this little fluff-shot as you celebrate today.

(Only TW is childbirth.)

Outtake, Post-War: November 17th, 1998 Fluff-shot, no warnings! Except extreme sweetness as Severus Snape becomes a dad.

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Rhiannon paced up and down the aisles separating the long tables in her classroom as her students scrawled their essays. Today's assignment was a bit of a term recap, even though it was only the third week of November and winter holidays were still a month away. She knew her little bean would be making an appearance any day now, and she wanted a chance to review her students' assessment of the three most useful household spells they'd learned that term and why. She'd encouraged them to consider applications outside of the household setting as well, since the events of these past couple years had proved that thinking outside the box was quite necessary.

Rhiannon smiled as she passed by Hermione, Ginny and Luna's desk, a calm sense of relief filling her heart to see them safe and working on something so mundane. Hermione had chosen to return to complete her missed seventh year, even though Harry and Ron decided to move on. The three girls met Rhiannon's gaze and gave her small smiles, which warmed her heart. It wasn't too long ago they'd regarded her with disdain, but Ginny's frequent visits to the seaside house with Harry over the summer had done a good deal to solidify both Rhiannon and Severus's place within the family. It was all finally as it should be; the days of the Snapes playing double agent were finally, blessedly, over.

Rhiannon returned to her desk and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as she nibbled at a pastry she'd swiped from breakfast in the Great Hall. Her stomach was full-on rumbling with hunger today. Apparently the baby was trying to maximize her last few days in residence. Rhiannon kept thinking 'her'— of course she didn't know for sure, but the energy readings told her as much. They'd been right regarding Delphi when Bellatrix was pregnant earlier that year, so Rhiannon assumed they'd be correct again. She was rather skilled at detecting such things. Her readings on Colleen were a bit muddy, since Mrs. Black was carrying a litter. Well, metaphorically speaking. It was actually twins, according to Sirius's cosmic connection with Remus beyond the veil, but "litter" was more fun to say.

"Essays in, class!" Rhiannon called, straightening back up from her secret snack. She felt a bit lightheaded as she did so. She smiled and watched as parchment after parchment was stacked upon her desk, the leaves of ivory fluttering into swishes of black robes adorned with the rainbow of house scarves. It created a swirl of texture and color that played with Rhiannon's senses in a discombobulating way... could you taste color? Hear the texture of fabric and parchment? She suddenly felt queasy, and her stomach began to cramp.

"Professor Snape?" Ginny asked cautiously. "Are you all right?"

"Her baby is coming," Luna said serenely. "Perhaps we should fetch Madame Pomfrey?"

Hermione took off to the hospital wing without hesitation, and Ginny came around the back of the desk to stroke Rhiannon's hair, offering a cooling spell once she felt the sweat that beaded on her professor's forehead.

"Ginny, can you send a Patronus to the house?" Rhiannon gasped. "I need Severus here. Quickly. Make sure Colleen or Sirius has Delphi before he leaves."

"Of course," the redhead nodded. From her wand leapt a graceful horse, and Rhiannon smiled. She'd forgotten they shared a similar Patronus. Rhiannon's horse was larger, more feisty, and had the rare ability to shift color with her mood. Ginny's was frosty white, regal, and poised as it took off westwardly through the classroom window and over the moor.

"Is it time, my dear?" Poppy scurried into the Practical Magic classroom, the white tails of her kerchief trailing behind her in the breeze created by her haste. Rhiannon clutched her lower belly and nodded, her clammy body threatening to fall from her desk chair at the pain tightening in her abdomen.

"Oh, someone fetch Severus," Poppy commanded. "I believe there won't be much time. Rhiannon, dear, did you not feel any signs this morning? Why were you still teaching your class?"

"It just felt like monthly cramps," Rhiannon apologized with a shrug. She watched as Poppy transfigured the rolling cart Rhiannon used for cooking demonstrations into a suitable method of transportation. Hermione and Luna helped Rhiannon take a seat, and the three girls hurried to follow behind as Madame Pomfrey whisked their professor away to the hospital wing.

"Well, what were you expecting, dear?"

"I don't know... something more dramatic?"

Poppy gave a small laugh. "If we administer the potions early on, we can hope the gods will spare us the dramatic. Now into bed! Miss Granger, please assist the professor with her gown while I procure the potions."

"And what potions would those be?" a stern voice demanded. Obsidian eyes scanned Rhiannon head to toe as Hermione's wand removed her teaching robe and sent it flying into an adjacent wardrobe. Rhiannon looked down at her own belly, swollen and taut beneath the thick white lace of her maternity bra. She noticed Ginny's eyes widen at the sight.

"Now, Severus, this wouldn't be you questioning my expertise, now would it?" Poppy admonished.

"Severus! How in Merlin's name did you get here so fast?" Rhiannon exclaimed. Luna helped her settle against some extra pillows she had procured from unoccupied beds. Luckily the beds reserved for childbirth at Hogwarts were somewhat isolated from the remainder of the wing, and few students were there at the moment anyway. Peacetime had its advantages.

"I was already making my way down from the house when Miss Weasley's Patronus arrived," Severus informed her, stepping cautiously to her bedside. He took her chin in his hand and surveyed her critically as if she were an experimental brew he needed to evaluate. "I could feel something was different."

Rhiannon laid her head back with a relaxed smile, glad to know their bond could work across such an expanse, when the matter at hand was important. Satisfied with his appraisal of her, the firm hand at her chin relaxed a little and drifted to her cheek, his fingertips running along her bone structure as his eyes searched hers.

"You look beautiful," he murmured quietly, his gaze darting uncertainly to their young spectators. The three girls all watched with almost dreamy smiles, and Severus cleared his throat with annoyance.

"While I'm grateful for your assistance with my wife, I believe it is no longer needed," he told the young witches as politely as he could manage.

Ginny looked relieved, and Luna made a move to slip away obediently. Hermione, however, gave her former professor a frown.

"Professor, I would like to observe. The magical art of childbirth is covered in Practical Magic, yet our experience of it is merely textbook and hardly practical."

"Miss Granger, as a seventh year, I would assume one of your friends might find herself in a similar predicament soon enough, and you may use that as an opportunity to witness and study. My wife, however, is not a classroom experiment. Please return to class."

The girl obeyed with a sigh, and Rhiannon gave her a sympathetic smile before she and her friends retreated. Severus swept over to where Poppy was preparing instruments and bottles, though his "sweeping" these days wasn't all that theatrical now that he'd retired his trademark billowing robes in favor of more frequent Muggle clothing.

"I do not want that potion used-- use the one with the gelsemium. And have an elf go to Honeydukes and fetch honey quills immediately."

"Honey quills?" Rhiannon said with a laugh. "What am I, twelve?"

Severus looked at her beneath stern raven brows. "The quill will deliver honey in a safe amount to help you maintain your energy without interfering with the birth. I know your appetite and am well aware that you'll be whining and begging for food within an hour."

Rhiannon smiled and held her arms out to him, and he clasped her hands, allowing her to pull him close. "I love you, Severus Snape. You're going to be the most amazing father in wizarding history, you know that?"

"No pressure," he grunted.

Rhiannon's hand drifted into his black tresses, slightly tousled from his apparition in the windy November chill. Severus always took a few moments to adjust his meticulous appearance once he landed in his destination, but clearly he'd found other things to be higher priority today. She pulled his head to hers, her mind registering the outline of his sturdy mouth before they crashed together. A brief memory filled her of encountering him at Grimmauld Place over three years ago, him pinning her to the wall and that imposing mouth looming over her and filling her mind with a desire that turned all other thoughts to mush. As he kissed her now, her mind evaporated into a delightful buzz that hummed atop the ever-tightening pain taking over her lower insides. She felt the life within her alert them to her presence with a gentle thump, and Rhiannon could tell the baby was in perfect position.

"Alright, Professors, I regret interrupting such a loving display, especially when I believe it's the only one I've ever witnessed from Severus Snape. But the window of opportunity for comfort potions is rapidly closing." Madame Pomfrey hovered over Rhiannon, bottles in hand. Severus barely moved, holding Rhiannon's hand securely in both of his as the mediwitch lifted the amber glass bottles to her lips. The magical liquids took affect in no time, making what was sharp now dull, what was once uncomfortable now merely an alert to prod her body's natural rhythms along.

The next few hours passed with a house elf delivering the candied sustenance her wizard had suggested, and Headmistress McGonagall popping in to say hello. Word of such a special occasion had already spread quickly throughout Hogwarts, and Poppy frequently had to rush to the door to shoo away the crowds of curious students that were gathering. Severus remained in his rigid kneel until Minerva finally insisted he take a seat, shoving a chair beneath his arse until he had no choice but to accept. Rhiannon's pain had escalated considerably by that point, but she still managed to laugh at the Headmistress's haughty insistence and Severus's obstinance. She could tell Severus had resolved to suffer his own brand of discomfort in honor of his wife's.

"You're no good to her, Severus Snape, if your joints are immovable from sanctimonious self-induced penance," McGonagall chastised him. "Now sit. I daresay with a newborn you will have plenty of opportunity to suffer discomfort over the next few weeks."

Rhiannon shook her head and massaged her swollen belly with a laugh. "No suffering," she corrected. "Charity is going to be a little angel. I can tell already."

The older witches exchanged a glance. "Charity?" Minerva inquired.

Another contraction hit at this point, and it was tenacious. Poppy grasped her other hand and coached her through it, her wand hovering above Rhiannon's stomach as some kind of gauge for time, intensity, or both.

"Yes, for Burbage," Severus confirmed. "It was important to Rhiannon. To help honor the memory of a life her father stole."

"And...her middle...name...will be for my mother," Rhiannon breathed. "Another life he stole, in a way." She heard the dripping of water as Severus soaked a handkerchief in herb-infused water and ran it along her face.

"He didn't steal it— in fact it was one of the few honorable things he ever did," Severus corrected. "He gave her you."

Rhiannon noted the amusement on Minerva's lips at such a tender sentiment coming from her cantankerous ex co-worker.

"We're very close, Mum and Dad," Poppy announced, the tip of her wand glowing with a silvery gossamer pink. "I've heard rumors that you seem to be favored in some otherworldly realm, my dear; I believe it may be true. I've never witnessed a labor so uncomplicated."

"Silence, Poppy!" Severus snapped. "You dare to tempt the Fates like that with my wife's well-being?"

"Severus, I have lived long enough to know a difficult birth from an easy one," the mediwitch retorted. She lifted the thin blanket covering Rhiannon's midsection and pushed the young woman's gown up in preparation for delivery. "Now, Rhiannon, love, you will push when you feel the next tightening coming on. Do not over exert yourself— one good push should start the little lass on her way."

Rhiannon took a deep breath, tears tickling the corners of her eyes. Her heart felt a beautifully twisted pang at the thought that she would be a mother herself in mere minutes. She would know the love her own mother had felt, every monumental and complex emotion, but calmed and tempered with the steadfast, passionate love of her husband there by her side. Severus's face was pale, his eyes dark and hooded beneath his lashes. His stomach heaved up and down a bit within dark green cashmere, a charcoal colored scarf still tied around his neck. Rhiannon reached for the yarn tassels, toying with them a bit before giving the scarf a gentle tug.

"You seem a bit warm, Severus," she said softly. He nodded, his stare blank as he allowed her to remove the superfluous garment and toss it to the foot of the bed. Her hand returned to his neck, her thumb tracing his chin lovingly before the next wave began to swell in her abdomen.

"Oh, Merlin!" Rhiannon winced. Pressure. So much pressure... it was like the gravitational pull of the earth was concentrated within her center. Her muscles gave into Poppy's commands involuntarily, and she let out a scream, her hand still on her husband's neck. Her nails seared into the flesh beneath the hairline on his neck, but Severus didn't seem to mind in the least, steeling his own hand around her forearm to hold it in place. A round bulge in his jaw twitched, and Rhiannon knew his Legilimens mind was tapping into her pain with every shred of his power so he could experience it in his own right.

Rhiannon felt the oddest sensation of angles and pops as their daughter was born, the magical potion somehow simultaneously enhancing her sensation while making her pain tolerable. Severus suddenly clamored with Poppy in a tangle of arms to catch the newborn princess, the latter finally fending him off with a razor sharp look. Rhiannon watched the witch assess their tiny prize, each second agonizing while the new mother waited for some confirmation that all was well. Finally the older woman smirked and laid the messy, dark-haired beauty atop Rhiannon's breast, and Rhiannon's hand finally released Severus's neck to trail to the wrinkled, befuddled face of Charity Epona Snape acclimating to the world.

"Oh, Severus!" Rhiannon cried. "She's perfect! Look at her fingers? Have you ever seen anything like them? She's just delicate, like a pink rose petal. And she has your hair... feel it! It's so soft..."

Severus's hand was shaking as he lifted it from his lap and grasped at their baby's head. She was so tiny and his hand so large that it seemed to cover over half her body. He didn't smile, nor did he speak. His eyes bore into her, and Rhiannon looked to him inquisitively for a moment before remembering she could see his thoughts with a simple lowering of a shield. She shuddered when she was met with a shadowy image of her father, his red eyes being the only true distinguishing feature in a memory that was otherwise fuzzy. The vantage point of the memory was low, like one was kneeling. She heard Severus's deep, resonant voice — familiar but younger, and less sure.

"I do, my Lord."

"I will, my Lord."

In his field of vision crept the smooth, pale skin of a youthful forearm, and with a harsh jet of light a tattoo appeared, binding Severus to the Dark Lord for every moment they both would take a breath.

Why now? Rhiannon wondered. When he's staring at this innocent, perfect beauty?

But she knew. It was a binding ceremony, much like the birth of a tiny soul that shared both his blood and the Dark Lord's.

Rhiannon curled her left hand around her daughter, feeling her wet cheek scatter little dots across her bare chest as the baby searched for her first suckle. Her other hand secured around Severus's left arm, her palm squarely on the spot where the faint scar still lay.

"She's mine, Severus. Not his. Mine and yours. She's blameless, unblemished. And she will be loved like no little girl has been loved before."

His hand on Charity's back pressed down, and he nodded. He leaned in and kissed Rhiannon's lips softly.

"Speaking of," he murmured, "I should send a Patronus to the house. Let the Blacks know."

Rhiannon laughed. "Yes. How excited is Sirius right now, on a scale of one to ten?"

"I'm sure he's panting with expectation," Severus said drolly, reaching beneath his pant leg to retrieve his wand from its holster. He'd taken to wearing one like Sirius did now that they were in the Muggle world more often. "Considering the intimate proximity of his presence during conception, I'm certain he's also huffing and puffing like a bloody wolf with the notion that he's entitled to be here. I do hope Colleen was able to keep him contained."

Rhiannon laughed again, guiding Charity in place for her feather-like nips to her breast.

"Doing all right, dear?" Madame Pomfrey asked brightly as she prepared a basin of water with enhancements for a proper first bath.

"Yes, Poppy. Thank you for— " Rhiannon froze, her mouth falling open, green eyes wide as she focused on a dainty flicker of light fluttering around the room. She'd never seen it before— not like this. But she had seen it. It was the coquettish sashay of Slytherin, one of the three magical birds that had come to her upon her arrival in England over three years ago. One had died to save Sirius from the veil; the other two had perished in an act of war at the hand of her father's minions just before the Battle of Hogwarts. But now Slytherin lived on, immortalized as a crystal blue wisp emanating from Severus's ebony wand. He fluttered out of the window and took off just as Ginny's horse had earlier, dancing into the sunset over the autumn leaves.

"It changed?" Rhiannon's voice was a croak, warm tears streaming down her face. She blamed the surge of hormones that must be gearing her body up for afterbirth.

"Yes," Severus answered softly. He bent to place a kiss upon Charity's sweet little head. "It changed."

For more context surrounding this latest installment, be sure to read my longer work, "Soon All The Suns Will Rise," if you haven't already! It runs parallel to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and documents the war alliance between Severus and Sirius, and their creation of a family with their wives. (Work is Rated E)

It's part of my series "Wizarding World Romance," which takes you on a journey through Sirius and Severus's love triangle with Rhiannon, Sirius falling in love with Colleen in Muggle world, and the final installment detailing their coming together as foursome. Happy reading! Hope you enjoyed this little one-shot. (Links below Rated E- please read tags.)

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The Masterlist

Harry Potter

James Potter

Wrecked

I’m Your Sister?

Sirius Black

A Quiet Day

Believe Me

Believe Me Pt. 2

Severus Snape

This is Why I Love You 

Remus Lupin

Outed

Ghost Adventures 

Zak Bagans

Beyond The Stars

Black Veil Brides

Andy Biersack

Songbird p.1

Songbird p.2

Divergent

Eric 

All Fall Down Pt. 1

All Fall Down Pt. 2

All Fall Down Pt.3

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Winged Assassin Book on Wattpad

The Real Tales of a Housekeeper on Wattpad

The Night One and Two Shots on Wattpad

Black Butler: (Ciel X Reader) Broken Past (DISCONTINUED) on Wattpad

 H2OVanoss: Can Anybody Hear Me! on Wattpad

The Anime Lemons on Wattpad

Vanoss & Crew Collection on Wattpad

Other Stories (Fanfic or Not)

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[crystlizabeth]

What is Sirius black lived and has a son? And the said son is very into Severus Snapes Daughter?

Just yk a thought🤷🏽‍♀️

[book-lover-forever101]

Fic title: Through The Veil

Story summary: When Sirius fell through the Veil, someone else fell with him.

His wife and soulmate.

But the Veil isn't the death that she thought it was.

And now armed with the knowledge of the future and her determination to save Sirius and those dear to them both, she's sent back in time by the Lord of Magic himself so she can fix everything and get her happily ever after.

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Timeline of this fic before the Prologue:

1. Venaurora meets Sirius during Harry's third year when he was an escaped convict and she was in magical Britain as a representative of the ICW, investigating the case.

2. Sirius manages to convince her that he's innocent.

3. The events of the book/movie happen.

4. She gives Sirius a place to hide in France in her manor.

5. They get closer and fall in love, disovering that they are soulmates.

6. They get married in secret right after the events of Goblet of Fire

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Part 1: Prologue

Vena felt it the moment everything went wrong.

Of course, with all the spells blasting around her, it was impossible to determine what had made the hair on her arms rise.

But then she saw him.

Sirius Black.

Her husband.

Her soulmate.

And she saw the spell hit him square in his chest. And his eyes, so alive with the feeling of being in a duel, had widened — with astonishment and then fear, and finally acceptance.

His eyes had fixed on his godson, who was now being held back by his only remaining best friend.

And then his eyes had slid to hers. And she saw the love in his eyes for her, and his silent apology for leaving her behind.

Harry was being held back by Remus.

But there was no one to hold her back.

She was moving without any conscious decision to do so, her feet running towards the man she loved as he fell back towards the Veil. She felt hands brush her arms as someone tried to grab her, to stop her.

But she didn't stop.

She slammed into Sirius as he fell into the Veil, her arms wrapped around him and her eyes blinking back tears at the lifeless look in his.

The same eyes that had promised her of them being together forever just this morning.

And so together, with her arms wrapped around him, they fell into the Veil.

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Author's note: It's short. I know. The next part will be longer but it'll take time. Also, Sirius Black deserves love. He deserves to be loved enough that someone will jump into the Veil with him so he's not alone.

Also, I posted this on AO3 so if you could go there and leave a kudos alongwith a comment, I would much appreciate it. My account is Vienna_Black and the title of the fic is the same. Much love to all.Ngl, I sorta teared up writing this, idk why.