Title: Mountain and Shadow
Author: Cobalt Blue Kitty aka Cbc
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hagrid/ Snape
Summary: Fate throws two vastly opposite souls, Rubeus Hagrid and
Severus Snape, together. Love and new life soon follows. But will
the wizarding world except them? Begins in the summer before Harry’s
fifth year.
Disclaimer: Sorry, don’t own them, wish I did. That great
joy belongs to J.K. Rowling. I’m just borrowing them for a
bit of fun.
No use suing I haven’t got any money. The only things I do
lay claim to are the people, places, magic, and creatures I create
for this fic.
Archive: Snape Mpreg Archive
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“
It is a mistake to look too far ahead. Only one link in the chain
of destiny can be handled at a time.”
Sir Winston Churchill
****
Winter held Hogwarts in its grip like a stubborn child, clinging
to its ancient walls till the cold seeped into even the warmest rooms.
A series of late storms had swept through the countryside, burying
everything with a thick blanket of ice and snow. Harsh winds blew
haphazardly about, rattling the windows, moaning through the halls.
Some of the castle’s walkways were now so dangerous to traverse
they were closed till warmer weather arrived and thawed the thick
ice.
Quidditch practice and games were cancelled much to the students’ displeasure.
In light of the increased Death Eater activity the weekend trips
to Hogsmeade had been cancelled and now with no Quidditch to look
forwards to the children were getting restless. The staff did their
level best to draw the students into participating in other school
activities such as dueling, wizard chess, plays, and special classes
on magical everyday life for the muggleborn. But even they were less
than opportunistic about their efforts being successful.
Those children whose parents and younger siblings had sought shelter
in Hogwarts fared better than those without; isolation was easier
with family to share it with. Those without simply had to bear it
as best they could by relying on each other.
*~*~*~*
One by one they gathered, drawn together by the silent call of one
of their own. No living creature could hear the summons of the dead,
could feel the pull of it on their souls. The ghosts of Hogwarts
had not had a gathering of this size since Sir Nicholas’ deathday
party, and not one on so serious a matter since Grindelwald terrorized
the wizarding world. High in the abandoned tower a meeting of the
dead convened with only two members missing. Professor Binns was
currently teaching a class and Peeves wasn’t trustworthy by
any standard.
So here they sat, silent specters listening to Sybil’s tale
of betrayal and murder.
“
..and then I ‘woke up’ here.” She cast her ghostly
arms about to indicate the tower room.
“
This is horrible.” Moaned the Grey Lady. “How could the
Headmaster have done this?”
“
I think the question should be is this the first time he’s
done it?” Pointed out the ghost of an old gardener who haunted
one of the greenhouses. “Who knows how many others have fallen
beneath his wand.” “And if she’s not? What can
we do about it?” The Fat Friar floated forwards. “We
are not alive; our voice holds very little, if any, power in the
living world.”
“But we must do something!” Moaning Myrtle sobbed. “I
agree.” The stern deep voice of the Bloody Baron startled the
other spirits. It was extremely rare for the Slytherin ghost to speak,
at meetings or any other place within the castle. “He has killed
an innocent and plans to kill again. This must not come to pass.” “Someone
must warn Hagrid,” Nicholas pushed his head back into place. “At
least then he might have a fighting chance.”
“
Professor Snape must be warned also. He is bonded to Hagrid and if
Dumbledore fails to kill one he may switch targets to the other.” The
Baron insisted. “Bonded? Hagrid bonded to that..that dungeon
crawler?” The Fat Friar’s jovial attitude suddenly dropped
away.
Transparent silver eyes narrowed in anger. “What did you call
Severus?”
For once the Friar did not back down from the Baron’s baleful
stare.
“
Dungeon crawler. He’s been nothing but trouble ever since he
first set foot in this school.”
Several ghosts backed away from their companion, not wanting to be
in the way of the Slytherin’s anger. As the Baron floated closer
his soon to be opponent shivered but refused to give ground to the
advancing spirit. Within a heartbeat they were face to face.
“
Severus did nothing to bring down trouble on himself. If anyone is
to blame for his turbulent years at school it is the Headmaster himself.
Every attack that poor child sustained was covered over by Dumbledore,
even the time Sirius Black tried to murder the lad.” The artic
cold in the Baron’s breath sent the room’s temperature
plummeting.
“
Could he have planned that too?” Piped in Moaning Myrtle. “Professor
Trelawney said the three in the tower were talking about controlling
Professor Snape. Could they have set everything up to make Snape
their pawn?”
Every ghost stopped and stared incredulously at the spirit of the
departed student, shocked by her sudden display of insight.
Under everyone’s complete attention the girl shrank back. “Did
I say something wrong?” She asked meekly. “No! No, my
dear child!” Said the spirit of a long departed Celtic Priestess. “You
said something right.”
“
We may be looking at just the tip of the iceberg here.” That
came from the castle’s only muggle ghost; a WWII pilot whose
bullet-ridden plane crashed on the school’s grounds. “How
far have they gone to place Professor Snape into a position where
they could manipulate him?”
No one present could give the pilot an answer, at least not yet.
“
We shouldn’t stay here much longer. If someone saw us and reported
it back to the Headmaster he might get suspicious and decide to investigate.” Pointed
out the Grey Lady.
Sir Nicholas nodded. “We should end this now.”
One by one the ghost departed till only Sir Nicholas, Trelawney,
and the ghost of a robed man remained. Sybil couldn’t recall
ever seeing this mysterious ghost before; he wasn’t someone
one could easily forget.
Despite the great years his body had endured before death the spirit’s
stance was ramrod strait. Shimmering ghostly white the man’s
beard stretched down to just brush against his knees while the heavy
braid of his hair hung down to mid calve; a truly amazing length.
His long flowing robes were cut in an archaic fashion from many ages
past, made from the finest linens and silks. His weathered and lined
face still retained some measure of youth and a bright fire burned
in the depths of his strangely dark eyes as he gazed down upon her.
“
Hello,” she said timidly. “Are you a new ghost? I don’t
think I’ve ever seen you before.”
“
Well, he is new to the castle,” Sir Nicholas grinned at the
former Divinations Professor, ready and eager to launch into the
tale of the strange spirit’s arrival at the school.
“
Hold Sir Nicholas,” the new ghost’s voice echoed softly
about the room, strong and steady with a faint burr. “Idle
chatter is time poorly spent.”
Immediately the other ghost backed down which was quite unusual for
the Gryffindor spirit to do.
“
Ill news you have delivered this day Lady Trelawney. We must now
make haste if we are to thwart the vile cretins’ plans.”
“
I want to help!” Sybil floated closer.
“
And indeed you shall.” Long fingers rose to stroke Sybil’s
face, sending little shivers of electricity coursing through her. “It
is most pleasing to see strength in so fair a maiden.”
If Sybil Trelawney were still alive she would be blushing to the
roots of her hair.
“
What can I do?” She asked eagerly before her face fell. “I’m
trapped here in this damned room!” She flopped down depressed
in mid air as a living person would fall into the nearest chair.
“
A problem most easily dealt with. Ere this night has passed away
you shall be confined within these walls no longer.”
“
How? Ghosts can’t perform magic.”
To that the stranger merely smiled. “I can.”
Peering a bit closer Sybil thought she recognized him, but from where
she wasn’t sure. “Who are you?”
The ghost drew himself up to his full height. “I am Merlin.”
And right there and then Sybil proved that ghosts can indeed faint.
*~*~*~*
Staff meetings were just another way of saying hell on earth.
Usually it was the same old boring stuff. Everyone would sit around
discussing troublesome students and what to do with them, complain
about some problem with equipment, plan out special activities,
and swap advice on personal matters. Recent events however had
added a new level of discussion; namely how best to defend the
school and its students from the looming threat of Voldemort.
Today’s meeting would not be the standard fair, farthest from
it in fact. Severus and Hagrid had agreed that this would be the
best time to let the other teachers in on their special secret.
The time for hiding was past; suspicion had been aroused in their
fellows by Snape’s strange behavior and Hagrid’s newfound
desire to hover about the smaller Potions Master. Sooner or later
one of the other staff members would put the facts together. Rather
than risk someone’s assumptions being wrong and blowing it
all out of proportion Severus and Rubeus would beat them to it.
Gideon could feel the electricity in the air, every charged particle
dancing along his nerves as he sat down in Trelawney’s old
chair. Something was about to happen, something big, but what he
couldn’t say.
This was his first staff meeting and the wizard took time before
the official discussions began to take stock of his surrounding,
gauging his fellow teachers and their state of mind. He’d been
introduced to each of them but Gideon had seen very little free time
to socialize and get to know each one better. A couple of tea chats
with McGonagall, that brief dinner chat with Snape, and one with
Madame Pince while he was checking out some books had been the extent
of his interaction. Now here was his golden opportunity, spending
a half hour mingling before the Headmaster arrived and called for
everyone to take their seats. The only one missing was Professor
Lupin and that dog of his. As this was the first night of the full
moon the man was resting before his transformation. They wouldn’t
see either one of them till the morning of the fourth day. Once Dumbledore
arrived and everyone was settled into their chairs Gideon turned
his mind to school matters.
So he sat there and listened as Professor McGonagall complained
about the latest round of student fights that had broken out in the
school, carefully scanning each teacher with his senses. And while
there were a few who genuinely were concerned for the divided children
of Slytherin house most of the teachers couldn’t care less
what happened. Gideon felt a pang of grief for those poor lost waifs.
The only people in the school that seemed to truly give a damn for
the children of Salazar’s house were Professor Snape and his
spouse.
Grandpa had told him of the general shunning of Slytherins because
of the house’s connection to Lord Voldemort but Gideon didn’t
think it went so far as to turn adults against an 11 year old child
simply because of what some stupid hat said. Gods! It was like tying
a big red ribbon around those kids’ necks as a present for
the Dark Lord. Bigotry breeds hatred, and hatred nurtures the thirst
for revenge against those who had harmed them in the past.
Shaking his head in disgust he tuned back in on the conversation
which had moved on to Madame Hooch asking again for new brooms for
flying class as nearly half the old batch were permanently out of
commission and students were having to take turns. The Headmaster
listened intently and nodded his head, mumbling something about finding
a willing patron to fund the purchase. The hawk-eyed witch didn’t
seem too pleased with his answer but refrained from resorting to
begging. Sprout was complaining about recent infestation of Dugbog
in her greenhouse and how many mandrakes she’d lost to the
little monsters. Professor Hudson suggested killing two problems
at once by assigning Dugbog extermination detentions. If the kids
had enough energy to fight they had enough energy to rid the greenhouses
of the digging pests. The idea was met with much approval all around,
even Professor Snape liked it.
The mood around the room immediately sobered when Dumbledore held
up his hands.
“
Recent events have come to light which I think all of you should
be made aware of.” He said, gaining everyone’s attention. “As
you have no doubt read the Dark Lord has once again begun his pattern
of killings and abductions. Death Eater raids have been reported
in areas near Hogwarts and in the outlying countryside with little
or no advanced warning.”
“
No warning??” Sinestra turned a baleful eye towards Snape.
“
Our spy within the Dark Lord’s circle was discovered. Alas,
we have no one else in position to replace him.”
Severus suddenly found himself the target of several rather dark
and threatening glares. After this meeting was over he’d best
see to raising a few of the pendant’s shielding charms before
walking out the door. Seeing the way Sprout was fingering her wand
a reflection spell wouldn’t go amiss either. The Potions Master
was a firm believer in the old saying that one shouldn’t dish
out what one couldn’t take themselves. He’d see how Louise
liked a taste of her own medicine.
Being a spy for Dumbledore had been one of the few things keeping
the more hostile members of the staff off his back; with that meager
protection gone they’d be on him like a pack of hyenas on a
fresh carcass. Severus could foresee his pendant and personal spell
skills getting a real heavy workout in the weeks to come protecting
himself and his child.
“
Damn it all Severus,” McGonagall sighed wearily. “Couldn’t
you have done something to placate the bastard? Without inside information
we’re flying blind.”
“
Oh, I’m so sorry Minerva,” Severus said in his most sarcastic
tone. “I’ll just go right back to Voldemort,” he
ignored how she and a few others flinched at the Dark Lord’s
name. “I’ll explain that all the information Malfoy provided
was false. That there wasn’t any need to torture me for hours
on end. They didn’t have to break my bones, burn me, flay the
skin from my body or cast one hideous painful curse after another.
Perhaps if I’m really good they won’t go ahead with the
gang rape they’d planned right before I had the audacity to
escape.”
Flitwick looked more than a little green. “They…they
really were…going to..”
Severus blinked, astonishment clearly etched on his face. “Of
course they were going to. As you all well know it certainly wouldn’t
be the first time I’ve been subjected to such abuse at their
hands.”
“
Preposterous!” the Astronomy teacher snapped. “We’ve
been informed of nothing of the sort!”
“
Obviously then you’ve not been informed about everything.”
An uncomfortable silence descended on the room. “You said he
was reasonably safe, that the Dark Lord wouldn’t damage his
spy, that it would be just the standard hexes or rough ups.” Hooch’s
yellow eyes glittered in the candlelight. “I hardly call frequent
rounds of torture and gang rape reasonably safe!” Hers was
not the only voice raised with these questions; Vector, Hudson, and
Wright were equally angered and vocal. They alone orginally protested
Dumbledore sending Snape back to spy after Voldemort returned for
fear of this very thing happening again as it had in the past.
“
What’s done is done. Believe me when I say there were very
valid reasons for omitting those dark facts from our meetings.” Albus
held up his hands to halt any further protests. “We cannot
change past events. We can only affect those which have yet to pass.” From
her dark expression the hawk-eyed woman was far from satisfied with
his words but she remained silent as did the others who voiced their
opinions on what Severus had endured.
“
Before we go any farther I have an announcement to make.” Severus
stood up.
“
Severus, we do not have time for this,” said Albus with a disapproving
air.
Black eyes locked onto the older wizard’s blue ones. “I
promise this won’t take very long Headmaster.” By now
Hagrid had come to stand besides him. “I only wish to inform
my fellow teachers that I and Rubeus were bonded over the Christmas
holiday.”
Gasps of astonishment freely intermingled with sputtering sounds
as several teachers choked on their drinks, followed closely by a
volley of questions and accusations.
“
Rubeus? As in Hagrid here?” Binns nearly floated right up to
the ceiling.
“
Are you mad man?!! What on earth possessed you! Marrying this greasy
bastard!!” The Herbology teacher was screeching.
“
Hmmm,” Snape fingered his hair thoughtfully. “I don’t
see any grease.”
Professor Hudson was the first to shake both men’s hands. “Congratulations!!
To both of you many long and happy years!!!”
Hooch smacked the black-clad man’s arm lightly. “You
could have at least invited us to witness your vows.”
“
Never thought I’d live to see you married Severus.”
Vector joked with a huge smile on his face. Wright glided up to the
couple. “Well, this is certainly a surprise. But why did you
wait so long to tell us?”
“
No doubt they were too busy fucking each other to think about anything
else,” Sinestra quipped rather nastily.
“
Slyvia! That’s disgusting!!” The Transfigurations teacher
admonished the younger staff member before mumbling to herself. “Though
probably quite true.” “Don’t listen to any of them
Severus, they’re narrow-minded.” Hooch patted her friend’s
shoulder. “So, is it Hagrid-Snape or Snape-Hagrid?”
“
Snape-Hagrid.”
“
So you took Hagrid’s name. Hah! What a proper little wife you’ll
make. Next thing you’ll be saying is you’re knocked up.”
At this Hudson and Vector both drew their wands, ready to hex the
spiteful bitch right there. Just as he was about to cast his first
hex Hudson, out the corner of his eye, caught sight of Snape actually
blushing faintly, long fingered hands coming up to rest on his stomach.
When the Muggle Studies teacher froze in shock everyone immediately
stopped what they were doing to see what had fascinated the man so.
For the second time during the meeting everyone present fell silent
as their brains tried to wrap around what their eyes were telling
them.
Hagrid stepped closer, putting one large arm around his husband’s
shoulder, pulling him in protectively against his body.
Dumbledore stepped a little closer, shaking and almost too afraid
to speak. In his mind he could see all their meticulously plans crumbling
before his eyes. How was he going to explain this mistake of monumental
porportions to his fellows?
“
Surely Severus, you are not implying…”
“
Indeed I am. The child is due early next October.”
*~*~*~*
Gideon shook in his seat, eyes wide and unseeing as a vision tore
through his mind. It was rare indeed for him to experience visions
such as this without Horatio’s aid. Only the strongest, most
potent of portents came in this fashion. Blood dripped from his nostrils,
fingers digging into the chair’s armrests. But because everyone
was focused on Professor Snape Gideon’s vision went completely
unnoticed.
*~*~*~*
“This is an ABOMINATION!! Headmaster!! You can’t let
this...this..THING be born!!” Screeched Sinestra, face as purple
with disgusted rage as the folds in her teaching robes, one claw-like
finger pointed directly at Snape’s stomach.
“
Albus, this is wrong.” Minerva was on her feet behind the old
wizard. “Think of what the children will think, what their
parents will think. Should the papers get a whiff of this…the
scandal!!”
“
Oh! A baby!! What a wonderful thing to look forwards to!” Flitwick
clapped his hands, fairly bouncing in his seat in excitement.
“
Severus Snape a parent??? The poor damned child!!” The Herbology
teacher was livid with anger. “The Ministry will hear of this!
They won’t let you!”
“
SHUT UP!! ALL O’ YEH!!” Roared Hagrid in a sudden display
of aggression. “Yeh have no right ter say any o’ that!”
“
It is against the school’s policy for two faculty members to
be involved in a relationship.” Binns’ ghostly face was
set in a stern mask.
“
Incorrect!” Professor Flitwick had to stand on the table to
meet Binns face to face. “The charter has nothing written within
it to prohibit faculty members from marrying and starting a family
while still teaching! There’s quite a history of it in fact.” The
deceased teacher glared icy anger at the small Charms professor. “You’re
just saying that because you’re snogging Madame Pince!”
“
I can hardly believe it Severus; you’re going to be a mother.” A
broomstick calloused hand slapped over Hooch’s mouth. “Oops!
Do you mind being called a mother?”
“
No, not really.” Snape’s voice was rather mild when compared
to his usual snide tones. What really startled them was the shy little
smile that graced his face.
“
Shouldn’t you be setting down? I mean, isn’t it not good
for you to be on your feet so much?” The Muggle Studies teacher
dragged over a chair and offered it to Severus.
Wright was asking Vector if he would assist her in setting up her
old loom. “I’ve had it in storage since I began working
here. Never thought I’d have the time or inclination to work
it again.”
“
And now?”
“
I think I could make a few baby items; baby blankets, bonnets and
such.” Her smile was warm and tender as she gazed on the odd,
but oh so perfectly matched, couple. “I’ll have to visit
Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley for the right yarn; it has to be very soft.”
“Severus, Severus, how could you do this?” Albus shook
his head sadly. It was too late now for Dumbledore to try forcing
Severus to leave Hagrid.
Their bond was strong and sure. They’d produced a child together.
No other path remained for the Headmaster now but to proceed with
their plan to slay the half-giant. Once the Hagrid was gone Severus,
distraught and alone once more, would have no choice but to rely
on Albus again for support.
And perhaps he could salvage something beneficial from this near
disaster.
The baby would be quite powerful and make an excellent hostage should
Severus ever step out of line again. At the most extreme end the
child could be used as a bargaining piece for parlays with Voldemort.
A child born from two such unique and powerful wizards would make
a fine sacrificial offering in any number of dark magic rites.
“
How could you?”
“How could you?”
The Potions Master turned to face the old wizard. There was something
in those bright blue eyes, something dark, something dangerous.
It reminded him vividly of the unholy gleam that Voldemort’s
inhuman red orbs would sometimes get when he was planning something
particularly sadistic. It was extremely unnerving to see that look
on the supposedly kindly old wizard’s lined face.
“
Very easily Albus, very easily indeed.” And on his chest the
mistletoe pendant tingled.
*~*~*~*
With each passing day that their paths crossed Merlin’s suspicions
of Dumbledore grew. At first they were only vague misgivings which
later grew into a distrust of the man and his supposed gentle nature.
Now in light of his heinous murder of the school’s old Divinations
teacher Merlin began erecting new and renewing old shield and concealment
charms the moment he sensed the man nearby.
Dumbledore was planning something; he could see it swimming about
in those bespectacled blue orbs. And whatever this plan was it boded
no good for Severus, Rubeus, or their unborn child.
*~*~*~*
That evening high up in the Divinations tower Gideon was setting
on several thick cushions, fingers from both hands spread out over
the gleaming surface of his prized family heirloom. Horatio was humming
with the level of power moving through its crystalline structure.
Drawing out the vision he’d experienced earlier that day required
more fineness than Lockhart could currently muster alone.
Mingling and fine tuning the magic Gideon gathered a sizable amount
of power to pull out the jumble of words and images, clearing and
refining the clarity as he went.
The work was strenuous; one wrong move and the whole intricate power
web would shatter and it would be many hours before he’d have
strength to try again. Sweat beaded his brow and at the end he was
a trembling as the vision was safely stored inside the crystal skull.
Gideon sighed, flopping down on the cushions behind him, ready to
curl up and sleep right there. But that wasn’t to be. He needed
to take a good, long, close look at the recorded vision. Pick it
apart piece by piece till he had discovered all its hidden meanings
then, and only then, could he safely plan a course of action.
Haste makes waste as his Grandpa always said. Summoning a cup of
tea Lockhart settled down to work.
*~*~*~*
Shaking snow from his wings the Quetzal roused himself for another
day of exploration and discovery. This strange not-quite hard white
rain was surprisingly cold and formed a dense cover over all it touched,
even sleeping Quetzals. It reminded him of the stuff that covered
the great high mountains in his ancestral territory.
It too was white, cold, and sparkled in the sun, but here it did
not form the great white rocks that flowed down the mountains like
snail-paced rivers. It was actually fun to play around with. Earlier
he’d watched youngsters from the tribe of strange four legs
that sported a two leg’s upper body rolling the white stuff,
snow they called it, into balls and throwing it at each other, laughing
all the while. The Quetzal had decided after he first spotted this
strange new race that they would not be hunted as food. These were
potential allies who were best not alienated by killing any of their
number.
Preening back an out of place wing feather the Quetzal pondered what
to do this day. His belly was still full of deer so hunting wasn’t
high on his list. He could check on his special pair of two legs
at the big dwelling, but with the cold and snow they would probably
be nestled safely in their warm dens out of his sight. Well then,
maybe he could inspect that great pile of rocks near to the twisted
trees. It had the makings of an excellent den sight.
His course chosen the Quetzal launched into the sky, great wings
beating the chilled air.
Quite large it was, larger than he’d originally thought as
he flew over it the day before. Massive boulders lay scattered about
as if by a great hand, littering the forest floor, leaning haphazardly
onto each other thus creating many nooks and crannies where numerous
creatures might make their homes. If this didn’t become a den
sight it would still serve as a hunting ground.
One opening called to him. Larger than any other, it’s dark
recesses warm and inviting. He was just about to enter when a strange
mix of scents drifted out of the dark. Two leg scents; worked metals,
black earth-blood, something close to tree rubber, and a large amount
of two leg magic.
Leaping backwards, wings fanning, the winged serpent let out a bellow
as something large, oddly shaped, and turquoise surged forwards from
the darkness blaring loudly.
Once it was out in the sunlight the Quetzal could see this new creature
was one of those bizarre metal beasts, cars if he remembered correctly,
that the non-magical two legs built to move about quickly. It wasn’t
in good shape, with battered sides and broken clear areas, and no
sign whatsoever of any two legs. How came this to be? Didn’t
these things need a two leg to move about?
What once was Arthur Weasley’s pride and joy the blue Ford
Anglia was now a creature of the Forbidden Forest. The wild magic
that permeated these woods had seeped into the car, enhancing its
already powerful will to forge a truly sentient being. It revved
up its engine, much as a beast would growl, threatening the odd winged
thing that had disturbed its rest. This was its den, no one else’s,
and it wasn’t about to relinquish it without a fight.
The Quetzal was at a loss as to what to do. It had never faced such
a beast before and wasn’t sure how to battle it. Fire could
melt metal but he doubted his flame was hot enough to do so. Metal
was hard to bend if it was too thick and hurt teeth to bite. He could
melt the rubber round feet but would that stop it? Cautiously they
circled each other, golden eyes meeting glowing headlights.
The Quetzal snarled and snapped his jaws.
The Ford gunned its engine and banged its hood up and down.
For several minutes these displays went on, each opponent trying
to intimidate the other into backing down. Neither one seemed ready
to give in and admit defeat but neither were they ready to fight.
This was going nowhere. The Quetzal snorted in mild disgust and settled
back onto his coils, eyeing his odd opponent intently. It was now
up to the car to make the next move.
The battered blue Ford Anglia rumbled down its motor, headlights
flickering in mild confusion. Didn’t the beast want to fight
anymore? Edging forwards it idled down till the motor was producing
a soft purr, dimming its headlights down to their lowest levels.
It waved its doors slowly back and forth in a gesture of peace, engine
purring louder as the winged serpent started to move its wings in
a like manner.
Together the strange pair moved about, creating a bizarre dance and
they weaved and flew about the rocks. The Quetzal was both amazed
and surprised to see the car could fly, he had never seen a two leg
car do so. They frolicked a bit longer before returning to the earth.
They had an understanding now.
*~*~*~*
“Done.” Severus laid his quill aside with an audible
sigh of relief. Reading and grading essays was so time consuming
and more than mildly amusing. What strange things these children
came up with to write these days; sometimes he wondered if there
was a single brain cell working in their tiny little heads. Only
a feat of epic proportions would see several students through the
year with a passing grade while others, like the Gryffindor Miss
Granger, would pass with exceptional marks. Despite her friendship
with Potter and Weasley Professor Snape admired her dedication and
applauded, albeit silently, her extra credit efforts. She possessed
a thirst for knowledge that rivaled Snape’s own inquisitive
nature at her age.
Stacking the papers in a neat pile Severus wearily rose and began
the laborious process of sealing both class and storeroom. Students,
no matter how many detentions he assigned, still attempted to steal
ingredients and sabotage his class plans for the next day. It was
a challenge that lured beginners, seventh years, and everyone in
between to his dungeons.
This day had been so tiring. Just the staff meeting alone would’ve
been enough to wear away anyone’s strength, but tack on his
body making adjustments to his pregnancy, and teaching classes and
you got one bone tired wizard. Things were certainly going to be
different up at the staff table during meals now. No doubt the seating
arrangements would change, and that would cause the more inquisitive
students to become suspicious enough to start investigating.
The staff was almost evenly divided on the subject of their bonding
and his pregnancy. Half wanted to help him, the other half merely
wanted to hex him.
Once he was satisfied all his wards and protective spells were in
place Severus locked and cast the final warding spell on the door.
Now he was free to retreat to his and Rubeus’ third floor haven
and relax.
At this time of night the school’s halls were virtually deserted,
only the occasional lone ghost or Filch and his scrawny cat appearing
to mar his steady pace. Snape loved the silence, loved the cool shadows
the flickering torchlight cast. It was his time to lay the day’s
worries to rest before meeting his husband. Severus wanted absolutely
nothing to mar the warmth and love they shared when in each other’s
company.
Climbing the stairs Severus emerged from the dungeons, crossed the
large entrance hall, and started up the wide main stairs. He’d
almost reached the top when the mistletoe pendant about his neck
burst into magical life.
((BEWARE!! HOLD FAST!!!))
The powerful voice rang sharply clear in his mind and Severus automatically
stopped, gripping the railing tighter, in response to the mental
warning. Foul magic crackled against the pendant’s defensive
shield as a powerful hex cast from the dimly lit hall below struck
him from behind, jarring him violently about with the force of it.
If he hadn’t stopped and prepared for its impact the hex would’ve
sent him tumbling back down the stairs. Who knew what injuries could’ve
resulted from such a fall, not to mention whatever effects the spell
would’ve had.
Light and dark powers collided, warring violently about him, before
the black spell was overwhelmed and banished.
Swinging around Severus whipped out his wand, eyes searching the
shadows below for his lurking attacker. Minutes passed with only
the crackle of torches breaking the cold silence. Nothing.
Finally Severus relaxed slightly though his wand remained gripped
tightly in one hand. Whoever it was had obviously fled, having no
doubt seen his, or her more likely, curse destroyed and Snape safe.
He wondered who had worked up the nerve to attack him in such a cowardly
manner first; Sprout or Sinestra. His bet was on the Astronomy teacher
she being the more hot-headed of the pair. Sprout’s attack
wouldn’t be so blatant; Herbology taught patience so her attack
would be more carefully thought out and therefore much more dangerous.
Maybe it would be best if he started carrying some quick botanical
poison cures just in case she did manage to slip him something during
a moment of weakness.
Shaking his head Severus began moving again, fully intent to reach
their rooms and let Rubeus soothe his nerves. Once in the half-giant’s
massive arms he’d be truly safe, nothing in the world could
touch him. Severus knew that wasn’t entirely true but it certainly
felt like it was when he was being held so lovingly. And maybe his
husband could explain how his pendant could mentally alert him to
danger. That wasn’t a spell he was familiar with.
*~*~*~*
Anger heavily tinged Merlin’s thoughts as he searched for
any signs of Snape’s assailant. How he loathed assassins; vile
and cowardly creatures the whole lot of them. Sneaking about, hiding
in shadows, attacking their targets when they were most vulnerable.
He preferred the more direct approach himself. The ancient laws of
challenge still held some power in these new times but Merlin didn’t
expect to see Severus’ enemies employing them anytime soon
if this type of underhanded behavior was normal.
Thank the Gods Rubeus had insisted on the wide variety and number
of protective spells he wished imbedded within their bonding pendants.
It was a simple matter for Merlin to channel and shape the spell’s
power to gleam the highest level of protection it could provide.
He could’ve cast the spell himself but that might’ve
alerted Severus to his presence.
Relying on the pendant’s spelled power reduced that risk. However
well his caution in casting was founded the ancient wizard knew he
might well haven given himself away by calling out to the young man.
That brief mindtouch had aroused suspicion in Severus which, once
awakened, would not relent till this mystery was fully explained
to his satisfaction. His only hope lay in Severus concentrating on
his attacker rather than his defender.
*~*~*~*
Hidden down below, deep in the concealing shadows, Snape’s
would-be attacker fumed, silently cursing whatever agent had alerted
him to the incoming spell. The time and place had been so perfect.
Just one little spell to ‘push’ matters along and the
evil bastard would’ve been sent tumbling down the ancient stone
steps to his death. And if Snape somehow failed to break his neck
the fall would’ve certainly killed the monstrosity growing
inside him.
And to think just hours ago some were wishing him good health and
long life, were congratulating him on his future hellspawn. Well
if the cloaked figure had its way Severus Snape and his unborn creation
wouldn’t receive either blessing.
*~*~*~*
Days past and the weather finally released its cold grasp upon Hogwarts.
Bright sunlight shone down, thawing the walkways and freeing the
ice encased woods. Professor Lupin recovered from his monthly bout
of lycanthrope and joined his fellow teachers at the staff table
for breakfast, followed closely by his faithful dog Snuffles.
There both received one of the biggest shocks of their lives.
“Pphhhhhttt!!” Remus, nearly choked in mid swallow,
spewed his tea all over the table at the news the small Charms professor
was babbling about so happily. On the floor Snuffles was staring
blankly ahead in shock, food falling from his open jaws. This couldn’t
be happening. It was all a terribly deranged nightmare brought on
by last night’s kitchen raid. Any minute now he’d wake
up nice and cozy in Remy’s bed…
“
Isn’t it wonderful?” Flitwick smiled in a dreamy fashion. “Just
think, next October there’ll be a baby in the castle.”
“
Let me get this strait,” Remus coughed, wiping tea off his
robes. “Snape and Hagrid fell in love..”
“
So romantically too!” The little teacher stared at the Great
Hall’s ceiling, daydreaming about babysitting, maybe dropping
a few subtle hints to Irma about adding a little one of their own
for the tyke to play with.
“
And they bonded at Christmas..”
The dog on the floor made a gagging noise which both professors ignored.
Sirius was trying very hard not to throw up as his imagination supplied
with vivid images of Snape and Hagrid doing the wild mambo.
“
Wonderful time for a wedding don’t you think?”
“
Now they’re expecting a baby?!!??”
“
Yes!” beamed the little professor.
Snuffles lay down on the floor, whining pitifully, paws crossed over
the top of his head. He could practically hear that razor buzzing
through his rich pelt. Once again his habit of letting his mouth
work before his brain did had gotten him into trouble.
A wicked little smile spread slowly over Remus’ face. He looked
down at his companion, noting how Snuffles was trying to hide himself
under the nearest chair. “Oh dear Snuffles, it looks like that
nice thick fur coat of yours is toast.”
“
What was that Remus?” Flitwick asked as he buttered a scone.
“
Oh nothing, just a little deal I made with someone.”
The smile widened. “I’ll take care of it tonight.”
“
Oh.”
“
By the way where is the happy couple this morning? I’d like
to congratulate them.” Brown eyes scanned the slowly filling
hall for the half-giant and his black-robed husband but couldn’t
find either.
“
Hagrid’s probably checking on his animals. And Severus? He’s
probably checking on Hagrid.” Flitwick chuckled.
*~*~*~*
“Sev’rus!” Hagrid beamed as he saw his husband
striding down the newly cleaned path. “What are yeh doin’ here?
Thought yeh’d be eatin’ inside with the others.”
Snape accepted the warm hug Rubeus offered. “I couldn’t
stand the thought of it. Remus is back today.”
Hagrid knew about his husband’s history with Professor Lupin
and that bastard dog of his and understood. “Can’t have
yeh not eatin’, not good fer either o’ yeh.” One
massive arm pulled Severus in closer to his body. “I’ve
got some chicken an’ dumplin’s cookin’ on the stove.
Wants some?”
His husband snuggled closer, offering up one of those soft smiles
he reserved only for Rubeus. “That sounds perfect.”
Together the two men began walking back to Hagrid’s hut unaware
they were being watched from two different directions.
*~*~*~*
There they were.
Since the heavy snows passed the Quetzal had been lingering about
the forest’s edge in hopes of seeing his pair of special
two legs. He’d stayed close to Rubeus’ den and had
spotted the larger two-leg tending to various beasts from the forest.
It seemed many of the animals in these woods came here when in
need of aid. He treated each one with care and tenderness, spoke
to them as friends, and sent them back to their homes once their
health was restored. Truly this was a special two leg, unlike any
he’d ever met before. Several times Rubeus had forged his
way through the deep snow to the great den, Hogwarts he called
it, where the Quetzal assumed he was visiting his mate Sev’rus.
Concern filled the winged serpent’s mind when he thought
about the smaller two leg. He wondered how Sev’rus was fairing,
if the young he carried were healthy. As the days passed with still
no sign of the black-clad one the Quetzal’s fear grew. It
was only Rubeus’ calm air that kept him from flying into
Hogwarts in search of the smaller two leg himself. If there were
something wrong with his mate and young Rubeus would’ve showed
signs of extreme stress.
As he watched the pair near the thick stone den he felt contentment.
Both looked well and Sev’rus was baring his teeth in a way
the Quetzal knew was a two legs expression of happiness. The young
he carried must be well.
That contentment was woefully short-lived. Golden eyes narrowed as
three smaller, much younger, two legs were making their way towards
the pair. Forked tongue flicking out constantly as he tasted the
anger about them; all directed towards Sev’rus. The Quetzal
moved forwards, shifting direction so as to place himself in between
the two groups, ready to spring forwards and defend his healers if
necessary.
*~*~*~*
Ron nudged Harry and pointed out their dreaded potions professor’s
absence at the staff table. “Where do you think the greasy
old bat is?” The redhead whispered.
“
In the dungeons maybe?”
“
No, Blaise was looking for him earlier,” Hermione supplied. “He’d
already checked the dungeons.”
Another quick glance around the room assured both boys that Snape
was indeed absent from the Great Hall.
“Could he have gone upstairs? To the third floor?” They
weren’t the only students to have noticed Professor Snape’s
frequent visits to the forbidden third floor. He split his free time
between his old rooms and wherever it was he disappeared to on that
dark unused floor. Several times Harry and Ron followed the older
wizard, hoping to discover whatever he was concealing in one of the
vacant rooms but to no avail. Each time they thought they were getting
close Snape gave them the slip.
“
No,” Seamus, who’d been discreetly listening to the trio,
piped in. “I saw him headed for the main entrance.”
“
Going outside? What’s Snape doing going outside?”
Ron took a bite of biscuit smothered in strawberry jam. “Harry,
do you think he’s going to see Hagrid?” The black-haired
boy considered it. “Could be, they have been spending an awful
lot of time together since school started. I wondered what he’s
up to?”
“
Nothing good I bet. After all this is Snape we’re talking about
here.”
Green eyes closed as Harry attempted to guess just what Snape might
be planning. In the past Professor Snape hadn’t bothered trying
to hide his dislike of the kindly half-giant, the Slytherin bigotry
against anyone not pureblooded very evident in his every move and
word. Why then was he doing now hanging around Hagrid?
“
Come on,” Harry grabbed Ron’s arm, dragging him off his
seat and towards the door. Weasley squeaked and snatched a piece
of bacon before stumbling after his friend with Hermione close behind.
Outside the air was crisp and chilly, their breaths puffs of white,
lacking the bitter cold that tainted it a few days ago. As they followed
the path which led to Hagrid’s home green eyes easily picked
out the Potion Master’s distinctive boot print in the thin
dusting of snow. Cresting the hill the smoke rising from the hut’s
chimney was visible and there, off to the left and coming closer,
was Hagrid and Snape. Their arms were around each other and they
were smiling, Snape was smiling, as they talked. “What the
hell’s going on Harry??” Ron rubbed his eyes, hoping
to clear the sickening vision from his eyes before it made him lose
what breakfast he’d managed to bolt down.
“
I intend to find out.”
Luckily the pair hadn’t noticed the three students advancing
on them as they were too intent on each other. Green eyes narrowed
dangerously as his fingers stroked the handle of his wand. Hagrid
had been his first friend here in the wizarding world and he loved
the half-giant like an uncle. So no matter what the cost Snape would
pay, and pay dearly, for bespelling Hagrid for that’s what
he believed had happened. A spell was the only way Snape would ever
find anyone to like him.
A mixture of nausea and rage filled them as Hagrid bent down and
planted a kiss right on the git’s slimy locks! That did it!!!”
Three wands were drawn and aimed, air sucked in to call out spells,
magic crackling about their young bodies as their emotions fed the
forming power.
A massive roar split the chilly air as something very large burst
from the bushes in a flash of scale and feathers, scattering the
children as it landed in their midst. Harry, Ron, and Hermione tumbled
into the cold snow, momentarily too shocked to notice that their
wands lay in the possession of their attacker’s tightly coiled
feathered tail.
Behind the looming serpentine body Snape and Hagrid’s exclamations
of surprise and the sound of running feet could be heard.
<<
You will not harm Sssev’russs!! >> The beast before them
hissed angrily.
Harry’s head snapped up; the thing spoke snake? Had it really
uttered a version of Snape’s first name? << He’sss
hurting our friend! >>
The huge head swung lower, golden eyes fixed solely onto the Boy
Who Lived.
<<
You ssspeak? >>
<<
Yesss. Give usss back our wandsss! >>
Scales rubbed against wood as the coils tightened about the wands
in question. << No. No magic sssticksss. >>
<<
Why are you protecting him? >> Climbing slowly to his feet
Harry was sure to remain in eye contact with his opponent.
<<
They are good two legsss. >> A forked tongue flickered out
briefly. << They sssaved me, healed me. >>
<<
Hagrid isss good. But Sssnape isss bad! >> While the beast
was focused on Harry his fellow Gryffindors inched towards their
captive wands.
“
That quite far enough Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley.” Snape’s
voice, though a bit winded, held enough force to freeze them in their
tracks, just long enough for Hagrid to a firm grip on their shoulders.
<<
THEY ARE GOOD!! >> Insisted the serpent. << YOU try to
hurt Sssev’russs. Hurt their young. YOU ARE BAD!! >> Wings
beat the air in agitation and anger, the inner recesses of its mouth
glowing with building heat.
<<
Young? >> Perplexed by the serpent’s sharp reply the
young wizard drew back.
<<
They are matesss. Sssev’russs now carriesss young. >>
A sudden movement off to his right attracted Harry’s attention.
The Potion Master’s face was set in it’s usual stern
and rigid expression, glaring at the three teens. Besides him Hagrid
stood with arms crossed, regarding his young friends with an air
of sharp disappointment.
“
And what is this meaning of this little circus scene?” Snape’s
icy voice cracked through the crisp air.
“
That thing attacked us!!”
Ron’s quick reply only garnered him a sharper glare from one
teacher and a frown from the other. “Yeh sure o’ that
Ron?” Said the half-giant as he took in the display before
him. “Don’ look like that ter me.”
“
If that is indeed the case Mr. Weasley what prompted this ‘thing’ as
you called it to attack. And why has it confiscated your wands, placed
itself in a defensive position between us and you miserable little
cretins without any further aggression towards you.” “He’s
protectin’ us Professor.”
“
More likely he’s protecting me. I can’t imagine seeing
these miscreants attempting to hex you in the back.”
“
You’ve done something to Hagrid, some magic or potion.” Harry
stared daggers at the Potions Master, emerald eyes never wavering
from the older wizard’s much despised features.
“
Actually, to be perfectly truthful, I’ve preformed quite a
number of deeds to Hagrid.” Snape shot the half-giant a surprisingly
soft smile.
“
Enjoyed every minute I did too.” Hagrid actually returned the
smile.
“
The snake said you’re mates.” Green eyes turned towards
Snape. “How else could you get a good man like Hagrid to fuck
you if not by magic.”
“
Surely Mr. Potter you are not so naïve as to have never heard
of love. It is, after all, what drives most people into marriage.”
“
You…and..and…him??? That’s sick!!!” Cheeks
tinged with green Ron swallowed hard at the mere thought of these
two teachers having sex together.
“
You love each other?” Hermione couldn’t hide the revulsion
in her voice. “You’re married?”
Without taking his eyes off his students Snape held out his hand
which Hagrid gladly took into his larger one. “Yes to both
questions Miss Granger. We bonded on Christmas morning.”
“
And that’s legal? For two men to get married?”
“
Wizard society does not discriminate against same sex marriages.
You would be quite surprised at the number of your classmates who
come from such families.”
“
Disgusting!” The muggle-born witch had obviously inherited
the bigotry towards homosexuality that was so prevalent among muggles.
“
Love’s never disgustin’ Hermione.”
But Hagrid’s soft words fell on deaf ears as the girl backed
away, the loathing for them both etched clearly on her face.
The winged serpent flexed his wings, sensing the tension levels rising
in the three before it. As if this small motion was the catalyst
everything the beast had said flooded back into Harry’s mind.
“
You married him,” one shaky hand pointed at Snape. “And
now he’s…he’s…”
“
What are you talking about Harry? He’s what?” The red-head
edged closer to his friend.
“
He’s pregnant.”
Stunned senseless by this revelation the other Gryffindors once again
hit the snow.
“
Oh Merlin! He’s breeding, the bastard’s breeding!”
Weasley muttered over and over again, fighting to keep his last meal
down where it belonged. The mere thought of several little Snapes,
all as ugly and foul as their parent, running loose in the world
terrorizing generations of his family turned Ron’s stomach
far worse than the slug incident in second year had. For Hermione
this was an overwhelming moment, upsetting everything she understood
about life and human reproduction. Men weren’t meant to become
pregnant and have babies. It went against every law of man, nature,
and God.
But obviously in wizard society this was considered normal, wasn’t
anything to be excited about. What was she to do about this??
As for Harry the boy’s anger knew no bounds. Not even that
night when he confronted Black in the Shrieking Shack could rival
this boiling rage. Once more Snape was attempting to steal away someone
he loved. He’d ruined Remus’ reputation, nearly killed
his Godfather, and made every Gryffindor’s life as miserable
as possible, making sure to pay particular attention to Harry himself.
Well not this time, Snape wasn’t going to win this time.
“
You bastard!!” He hissed right before bringing up his hand,
calling on his skill with wandless magic. “Rictosempra!!”
So completely focused on Snape Harry had totally forgotten all about
the feathered serpent.
Before the cast spell could reach its intended target the serpent’s
massive body intercepted the magic. It grunted as the spell struck,
the heavily scaled chest reflecting the magic back to its castor.
Unprepared for this turn of events the spell smashed into Harry,
sending his body flying back some 15 feet into a snow bank, his feet
waving ridiculously in the air.
“
Fifty points off Gryffindor for each of you and another twenty for
Mr. Potter’s blatant attack on my person.” Severus spat,
his venomous glare so strong it should’ve melted to very snow
they stood on. “You will also be serving detention with Filch
every night for the next two months!” It took a great deal
of effort on his part to restrain his deeply seated need to send
all three of these miserable little brats packing. Attacking a teacher
was grounds for immediate expulsion only Severus knew if he tried
he’d just be overruled by the Headmaster. He was a Slytherin
and they were the old wizard’s prized perfect Gryffindors.
Painful past experience told him exactly who would win in that battle.
“
You’re wands will be waiting for you at your next class, along
with an explanation about this incident, which if I’m not mistaken
starts in ten minutes.” Oh, he grinned smugly, as three young
faces blanched nearly as white as the snow. Transfigurations for
their year was held after lunch. Minerva was certain to come down
on them like a proverbial ton of bricks. She may not like Severus
or his recent actions but she was a stickler for the rules. The old
bat wouldn’t throw Potter and his tag-alongs out as she too
was lenient on these three but she’d certainly make them wish
she had.
“
And one more thing,” his voice dripping menace. “If any
of you utter so much as a single word, write a single letter, about
our marriage and my condition I shall strip a further three hundred
points from Gryffindor plus you’ll never have another detention-free
evening this school year. Do each of you comprehend this or must
I elaborate further. Perhaps in a more simplistic manner which whatever
passes for a brain in your thick skulls might be better able to understand.”
“
No Sir, we understand.” The witch sighed.
"
Do you agree then?”
“
Yes Sir.”
Weasley was far more reluctant than Granger but he too eventually
agreed, no doubt spurred on by the thought of what his housemates
would do to him should he cost them the house cup by sending Gryffindor’s
points into the negative marker.
Harry was, of course, the last, hissing out the words through tightly
clenched teeth.
“
Now get out of my sight before I change my mind!” For a split
second it looked as if the trio might try to argue until a fireball
smacked into the snow five feet in front of them drenching the teens
in a heavy spray of melted snow. That sent the now sopping wet students
racing back to the castle before the winged serpent could let fly
another fiery orb.
*~*~*~*
Seeing Harry and his friends fleeing from the scene the Quetzal
fluffed up his feathers, arched his multicolored wings and let out
a long rumbling roar of victory. That should teach those arrogant
little hatchlings not to threaten a two leg under his protection
again. The snow crunched as Sev’rus and Rubeus stepped closer,
edging up to his left side. It was simple matter to crane his neck
around to come once more face to face with these remarkable two legs.
The two men hesitated a moment, the image of the Quetzal’s
fireball firmly etched in their minds, before stepping closer. If
the beast truly wished to see them it dead it could have done so
at any time. As the wedge shaped head swiveled around and lowered
Severus found himself once more staring into a pair of fathomless
golden eyes.
“
Thank you,” he whispered, daring to raise a hand to touch the
warm scales. “Thank you for protecting us.” The Quetzal
rumbled softly, gently butting his head against Snape’s chest,
making tiny huffs of warm air against his black robes which quickly
transformed it a deep purr as agile fingers scratched at the junction
between jaw and neck. Half-lidded eyes continued to stare at the
Potions Master, the purr intensifying as Snape’s digits tended
to a particularly itchy patch of skin just behind his last eye plate.
“
Looks like we made a friend Sev’rus.” The Quetzal’s
tongue flicked out over Hagrid’s offered hand, dancing along
the wide palm to tickle the base of his thumb. “Indeed and
I for one have never been more thankful that I have such friends.” Black
orbs lifted up to meet his husband’s. “If they’d
thrown that hex…” “But they didn’t. An’ besides,
yer forgettin’ yer pendant.” One large finger tapped
the carved mistletoe. “Would’ve stopped that hex right
in its tracks.”
Curiosity was not limited to the cat, or the wizard, Quetzals obviously
had it in abundance. As soon as he saw Hagrid touching the strange
thing around Snape’s neck he just had to investigate. Severus
flinched a second when the twin tips of the forked tongue brushed
against his skin before moving on to caress Hagrid’s handiwork.
Strange and powerful magics flowed through the carved wood but the
winged serpent didn’t detect anything dark connected to it
so that meant it was safe. Severus chuckled. “I’m pleased
you approve.” The smile accompanying the little laugh turned
into a thoughtful look. “This is very inappropriate. We simply
can’t just go about calling this magnificent creature as it
or skirting around the issue entirely. He needs a name.”
At the mention of names Hagrid broke into an impossibly wide smile.
Severus cringed; he knew all too well the half-giant’s predilection
for naming dangerous creatures, such as three-headed dogs, with names
better suited for pampered housecats.
“
Since you’ve had the chance to name all the other creatures
that come into your care I believe this one should be mine to bestow
a name upon.”
Hagrid of course was a bit deflated but decided to use the name Snuggles
for a later date and waited patiently for Snape’s final decision.
“
Khan.”
“
Khan? What’s that?”
Here Hagrid wasn’t the only puzzled one; the Quetzal’s
head was cocked at a curious angle.
“
The title Khan comes from Asia, specifically from Mongolia, and was
used by Mongol rulers during the middle ages. Genghis Khan is perhaps
the most well known wearer of this title; he did manage to conquer
most of the known world during his lifetime before dying. Not bad
really for a muggle.”
“
So it’s like sayin’ a king or summat?” Rubeus waited
till his husband nodded before breaking into another beaming smile. “I
like it!”
“
Now if only our serpentine friend here likes it.” So saying
Severus turned back to the Quetzal. Making sure he had the beast’s
attention Severus first pointed to himself.
“
Severus.”
“
Rubues.” One long finger pointed to the half giant.
“Khan.” Here the finger was pointed directly toward
the Quetzal. He repeated this process several times just to make
sure their large friend understood.
Khan. So he had a name now among the two legs. Khan, it did have
a nice ring to it. He could have certainly been named far worse.
“Khan?” Severus called softly and was automatically
rewarded when the great head turned towards him; feathered mane ruffed
up in question.
“
See that Sev’rus? He’s a smart one that he is. Knows
his name already!”
“
That he does Rubeus.” The Potions Master spared his cheering
husband a warm glance before focusing back on their friend. “Could
I have their wands please?” And without any further explanation
the long nimble tail curled around and deposited the three students
wands right into Severus’ open hand, starling both men with
the clear showing of exactly how smart this magnificent beast really
was.
“
I gots a’ owl at the hut, yeh can sends them wands off from
there.” Hagrid steered his husband back towards their original
destination, fully aware that Khan was right behind them; the Quetzal
using his wings and tail as three legs to walk. The half giant wondered
if Khan might like some chicken and dumplings too and perhaps a bowl
or two of pumpkin juice to wash them down. Well, only one way to
find out.
*~*~*~*
The next morning dawned bright and clear and the students gathered
in the Great Hall for breakfast. Almost everyone was seated when
the first little snickers began in the children closest to the hall’s
doors. As their fellows turned to see what was going on the laughter
spread, growing louder, soon filling the entire hall with its bright
sound.
And the source of this laughter?
Professor Lupin had entered the Great Hall through the big doors
rather than through the teacher’s entrance. The reason for
this routine change was currently following slowly behind the werewolf,
kept moving by an occasional tug on the leash attached to his collar.
Snuffles, the professor’s big black dog, was sporting a poodle
cut.
The poor animal looked so dejected as it walked along, his hindquarters
shaved bare save for the fluffy pompoms around his ankles. The muscular
ass sported a pair of poofs riding high on his hips. The chest was
still covered with fur only now spelled thicker, accented by a thick
poof of fur crowning the top of his head and fuzzy ears. Even his
tail hadn’t managed to escape the poodle treatment. A large
pompom now adorned the half shaved tail that Snuffles tried to hide
between his legs.
Colin Creevey, never without his trusty camera, was snapping off
pictures like there was no tomorrow. Not even the staff was immune
to the infectious laughter.
Hooch and Hudson were hanging onto each for dear life while Vector
had fallen out of his chair the man was laughing so hard.
Argus Filch was bent over, slapping his knee as he laughed. Mrs.
Norris stared at the dog who occasionally tormented her with an air
of smug satisfaction.
Albus tried not to laugh but eventually he too succumbed, chuckling
behind one raised hand, Minerva twittering along right besides him.
Down the line Hagrid was slapping a hand on the table, making plates
and goblets jump, as he bellowed. Besides him was perhaps the rarest
sight of all, one students would’ve sworn on their brooms they’d
never see in all their lives. Professor Snape was clinging to Hagrid’s
arm; laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face.
Those few who managed to notice thought the Professor really wasn’t
a bad looking man when his face wasn’t scrunched up in that
usual scowl.
Only when the Professor settled into his seat and Snuffles out of
sight did the laughter finally die down and everyone returned to
his or her meal. “Remus what on earth have you done to Snuffles?” Albus
enquired, making sure he kept his eyes off the dejected Animagi.
“
Lost a bet Albus, poor Snuffles will be sporting that cut for the
rest of the week.” And while Remus did indeed sound very sad
at the idea the whole act was ruined by the wide grin splitting his
face.
Down on the floor Snuffles whined pitifully, wishing the stones beneath
him would open up and swallow him whole. Bad enough he had to walk
around looking like some poor victim of deranged barber, but Snape
had seen him. Ever worse the damned bastard was saying something
about asking the younger Creevey boy if he might buy a few of the
lad’s pictures to put in his album.
Damn it! Why couldn’t Hagrid have kept his dick in his pants!!!
