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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“
That’s the penalty we have to pay for our acts of foolishness—someone
else always suffers for them.”
Alfred Sutro
****
Ronald Weasley knew he was in deep shit the second he saw his Mother’s
face.
Years of getting into trouble had schooled him and his siblings in
gauging their parents’ anger by their facial expressions.
And judging by her look the youngest Weasley son spared a moment
to wonder if anyone would bother coming to his funeral once his Mother
was through with him.
Behind him Harry and Hermione were casting nervous glances; one towards
the door the other to Mrs. Weasley. Hermione knew an angry parent
when she saw one and preferred not to be caught in the crossfire
here. For Harry Molly Weasley’s demeanor conjured up painful
memories of his time with the Dursleys. Mrs. Weasley wouldn’t
beat Ron would she? She wasn’t at all like Aunt Petunia; at
least he thought she wasn’t. “Hermione, be a dear and
close the door would you?” Wordlessly the girl did as she was
bidden.
Once the door’s lock clicked, the sound echoing eerily through
the surprisingly empty common room, Molly drew her wand and cast
a sealing charm and several silencing wards.
“
Now then, you lot sit here,” the wand’s tip flicked towards
one sofa. “We’re going to have a little chat.”
“
Mrs. Weasley, what’s this abou-.” Hermione’s question
was cut short by the older witch’s fierce glare, staring the
girl down into silence.
Taking a deep breath Mrs. Weasley plunged headlong into a tirade
that lasted the better part of an hour. All three youths cringed
and flinched as Molly tore through their feeble protests and angry
explanations for their actions. Up and down her voice rose, hands
used to add emphasis when needed, never once repeating herself. The
woman vented her maternal rage at their attempted assault on a pregnant
teacher. Didn’t they realize what could’ve come about
as a result of their actions?
Assaulting a teacher was instant grounds for expulsion.
Assaulting a pregnant witch or wizard with intent to harm or kill
the fetus could’ve earned each one of them a lengthy, if not
permanent, stay in Azkaban. Finally satisfied that the three before
her were thoroughly chastised for their actions Molly delivered the
final blow. If Ron, Harry, or Hermione were caught attempting to
harm Professor Snape and his unborn offspring Molly would personally
turn each one of them over to Professor Snape’s not so tender
mercies, and they didn’t stand a chance in hell of convincing
Severus to be lenient on them as McGonagall had been. Little did
they know Minerva's punishments had been secretly suggested to her
by Snape so as to ensure the Headmaster didn't interfere.
Molly laid out the bare facts of their probation, just to be certain.
They would act like normal, non-violent, students and keep their
wands to themselves. If they moved so much as a toe out of line she’d
hand them over to Snape, whatever happened to them after that was
up to the dear Professor. He could do whatever he liked with the
trio, assign them the worst possible punishments imaginable, worse
than the ones they endured now, and she wouldn’t raise even
a single finger to stop him nor would she allow anyone else to do
so either, even it were the Headmaster himself. Judging by their
overly pale faces Molly was certain that her son and his friends
understood.
*~*~*~*
Perhaps it was wrong to do so but Severus was beginning to feel
optimistic about the state of his situation. Just this morning Snape
felt his child move for the first time.
Severus had spent the night with his husband in their third floor
refuge and both men had risen early to wash and dress for classes.
Hagrid had just finished helping Severus don his outer robe when
the smaller wizard gasped, one hand flying to his rounded belly.
Rubeus immediately believed his husband was in pain and rushed for
his wand only to be stopped by Sev’s delighted laughter.
Turning around the half-giant was startled to see an absolute brilliant
smile, the widest most beautiful he’d ever seen, gracing his
lover’s face. The Potions Master called him over, grabbed his
large hand, and placed the appendage firmly on his stomach. At first
Rubeus was confused till a tiny fluttering sensation danced along
his palm. Grinning like a Cheshire cat he pulled Severus close and
together the two men spent five minutes just standing there feeling
the precious life they’d created greet them on this fine morning.
His meager group of supporters had grown slightly with the addition
of Molly and Ginny Weasley. Molly had certainly been willing to instruct
him on the finer points of motherhood and was loving every minute
of it. The Weasley matriarch had apparently forgotten Severus was
a man for she treated him almost as if he were a daughter to her.
Annoying at times but on the whole quite pleasing to one who’d
had so little affection dealt his way in life. How a man like Arthur
ended up with such a dear woman was quite beyond Severus’ understanding.
When Molly informed her husband of Professor Snape’s new marital
status and approaching motherhood the man didn’t take it well.
Evidently Arthur Weasley lumped Severus in the same category as he
did Lucius Malfoy despite the years the man had served the Order
as a spy; both Slytherin, Death Eaters, and general all around scum.
Further attempts by his wife to persuade him as to how wrong he was
about Snape ended in a bitter argument and Severus asked her to let
the matter drop. Of the other Weasley siblings Bill and Charlie had
sent him and Rubeus letters of congratulations and not so subtle
hints as to who they could choose as the baby’s godfather.
Percy, being the stiff board that he was, fired off a letter warning
Snape against harming his younger siblings and mother just fifteen
minutes after he was informed.
Young Virginia Weasley was proving herself to be a most invaluable
assistant. Under the pretense of serving detentions or aiding her
Mother the only Weasley girl’s potion skills advanced rapidly
from this concealed tutoring. Within two weeks she was assisting
him in brewing Lupin’s monthly batch of Wolfsbane Potion, handling
the ingredients and mixing what he couldn’t due to his advancing
pregnancy. So pleased was he with her talent and initiative Severus
invited her to accompany him in delivering it to Lupin’s quarters.
*~*~*~*
The girl held the cup tightly, eyes intensely scanning the floor
for obstacles which might trip her into spilling her precious cargo.
“
Nervous Miss Weasley?”
Ginny smiled shyly. “A little I guess Professor.” She
was getting use to seeing her potions teacher without his sharp intimidating
scowl. “It’s just that this potion its..so..so…” “Important?” He
finished for her.
“
Yes. Professor Lupin depends on it; we all depend on it, to make
him safe during the full moon. What if I messed up? The smallest
mistake…it could cost someone their life.”
Professor Snape stopped walking, laying a hand on the girl’s
shoulder. “Lay your doubts aside Virginia. The potion is correct,
even your small suggested improvements will not alter or diminish
its effectiveness.”
The hand squeezed gently, reassuringly with his next words. “You
have all the makings of a fine potions maker, perhaps even a Master
if you truly apply yourself.”
High praise indeed and Ginny blushed fiercely, skin almost matching
her hair, and drew herself up a little straighter.
Five more minutes walking brought the pair to stop before the DADA
Professor’s heavy oak door. Snape rapped sharply on the thick
wood and a moment later the door swung open.
“
Good evening Professor Snape, Miss Weasley.” The werewolf said
pleasantly ushering them inside. “I wasn’t expecting
two visitors tonight.”
“
Miss Weasley has been assisting me in brewing your potion. She made
a suggestion which I found worth investigating. Since the changes
were her idea she is here to see the brew’s test results.” Snape’s
tone lacked its usual malicious note.
“
Here Professor.” Ginny stepped forwards, offering up the cup
of steaming fluid.
More than a little curious Remus accepted the goblet, tentatively
sniffing its contents. Still smelled as disgusting as ever. Closing
his eyes he raised the goblet and took a heavy gulp. Startled, his
eyes flew open as the potion’s taste burst onto his palate.
It should taste absolutely revolting, stomach turning in the worst
way, but this potion had a strong taste of hazelnut to it, rendering
the brew merely distasteful. Drinking a little slower this time Remus
downed the remaining potion, reveling in the lack of severe gagging
he normally experienced.
“
That was surprisingly non-disgusting.” Remus handed the goblet
back. “Whatever you’ve done Miss Weasley I sincerely
thank you for it.”
Ginny beamed and took the offered glass, hugging it close to her
chest.
By the fireplace Lupin’s dog awoke and rose, shaking his renewed
coat before trotting over to the ragged clothed man’s side.
To Ginny he was well mannered and polite, merely sniffing the girl’s
robes and offered hand before turning his attention to Severus. Here
genial greetings were severely lacking. Baring his sharp teeth Snuffles
laid back his ears, growling menacingly at the black clad man.
“
Stop that Snuffles.” Remus admonished but to little effect.
“
No need Lupin, let the mutt growl all he wants.” Black eyes
glittered with amusement, slowly observing the dog’s rising
hackles. “He and I have never gotten along, a fact which I
never expect to change.” “Nonsense,” Remus grabbed
the dog’s collar as he tried snapping at Snape’s hand. “He’s
got to learn better manners.”
Snape simply couldn’t let the chance to torment the Animagi
pass. “You know Lupin, I’ve heard that neutering a dog
tones down such aggressive behavior. Perhaps you should enquire about
it. I hear the veterinarian in Hogsmeade is quite competent.” Snuffles’ eyes
widened then narrowed dangerously. He attempted to lunge at the smirking
Potions Master, held only in check by the werewolf’s enhanced
strength.
“
Snuffles, down! Bad dog!!” Remus jerked him back. “Perhaps
after your vet trip Lupin you might consider enrolling him into obedience
school?”
The black animal roared in rage as he struggled to free himself and
reach Severus.
“
If he keeps this up I might just consider both!!” Finally Remus’ snarled
comments registered on the nearly frothing animal. Snuffles stopped,
feet splayed, sides heaving like bellows as he calmed down. He still
shot death-filled glares at Snape, a low sublevel growl still vibrating
his throat. His adversary didn’t seem fazed in the least bit;
if anything he seemed supremely amused by the whole situation.
‘
Miss Weasley, return to your dorm. I wish to speak to Professor Lupin
privately.”
The girl didn’t seem so sure she should. “Professor what
about the dog?”
“
I’m fully capable of handling one mangy old pound reject. Now
here’s a pass to get you by Flint and the Prefects.” He
handed her a letter with his distinctive handwriting. “Go.”
“
All right Professor Snape.” And though still rather unsure
about leaving her vulnerable Professor in the same room as Lupin’s
violent dog Ginny left. Once sure the door was locked and spell sealed
Black transformed, a litany of foul worded insults spilling from
his mouth the moment he had human vocal cords. Severus didn’t
make as much as a peep; merely stood there waiting patiently for
the other wizard to run out of air or insults, whichever came first.
Seeing as Black had a gutter-soaked mind to begin with, which had
only grown worse with age, it was his lungs that gave out first.
Sirius panted, swaying slightly, glaring at his old school enemy.
“
You bastard,” he wheezed.
“
Poor choice of words Black seeing as my parents were indeed legally
married well before I was born. The marital status of your own however
could be called into legal question.”
“
Sirius, calm down now, you can’t hurt him.” Remus held
onto his friend as he once again tried to reach the Potions Master.
“
Why not?”
“
Ah Black, once again your level of intelligence astounds me.” Severus
said as he walked past the struggling pair to take the seat closest
to the fire. “He’s pregnant Padfoot, and if you hurt
him or the baby Hagrid would have a new hide for his hut’s
wall.” The werewolf shook Black, hoping to jar something in
his skull that resembled a brain into working. Really sometimes Remus
thought his friend had suffered permanent brain damage while in Azkaban.
The half giant would skin the Animagi alive if he thought Black was
a danger to his family. Sirius’ anger deflated. “Damn,
you’re right Remy. Hagrid would skin me in a heartbeat.”
“
Astonishing! An actual comprehensive thought. Will wonders never
cease.” Drawled the Potion Master’s deep voice behind
them, causing the Animagi to spin around to face his adversary as
the man continued talking. “What spell did you perform Lupin
to create the illusion of intelligence in this cur?”
The werewolf sighed, the first stirrings of a headache edging his
awareness. “Really Severus, that was uncalled for, he is human.”
“
I don’t rate Black that high on the evolutionary scale.”
“
You’re just lucky you’re knocked up you miserable son
of a whore, otherwise I’d—.”
A flash of light halted Black’s vile insults and threats as
he suddenly was too busy trying to burrow his way out of his clothes.
Severus grinned at the amusing sight while feeling a tad perplexed.
Remembering Dr. Lockhart’s warnings Severus had forced himself
to refrain from leaping up and hexing Black into oblivion for insulting
his mother. And he was certain Lupin hadn’t cast anything.
Severus was just wondering whether or not he could at least get away
with destroying that smug face when the pendant about his neck marginally
warmed up. The next thing he knew his tormentor was struggling not
to suffocate amidst those worn robes of his.
Finally, after much struggling a tiny head poked its way out of the
heap.
Large ears, bulging eyes, and a short little muzzle were the most
notable features Black’s new form possessed. As more of the
body emerged it was clear Sirius Black was now a little toy Chihuahua.
Immediately upon gaining his freedom Sirius began barking, causing
both wizards to break into a fit of laughter. The formally massive
canine Animagi’s bark now sounded like some muggle dog’s
squeaking chew toy; hardly what one would call threatening.
Enraged, shaking so hard it looked as if he’d fall apart, Sirius
charged over and sank his tiny teeth into Snape’s robes, jerking
his head violently to and fro.
Still chuckling Severus reached down and plucked the aggressive canine
off his garment, holding him by the scruff of his neck. “Well
Black I believe this form is much more suited to your personality;
miniscule, useless, and annoying.”
Yapping, the transformed wizard twisted, struggling against Severus’ strong
grip, snapping his little teeth. “Best be careful around Filch,
he’s liable to hand you over to Ms. Norris for her amusement.” He
admonished the by now frothing animal.
Remus retrieved his altered friend before taking the chair opposite
to the gravid wizard’s. Several minutes were spent silently
as the werewolf worked on calming Black.
*~*~*~*
That had been supremely satisfying. Merlin had been dying to try
that old canine spell ever since he’d laid eyes on this Sirius
Black. The man definitely needed taking down a peg or twenty and
if Merlin and his charge got a few laughs out of the deal along the
way all the better. It warmed his soul to hear Severus laugh so.
The man had had far too little to laugh about in his life. At that
moment the ancient wizard decided to launch a campaign to bring some
more joy and laughter to Severus. And what better way to do that
than to use his former chief torturer as a means to achieve his goal.
A malicious grin split his bearded face. Oh, the things he could
do to this nasty little upstart. Merlin rubbed his hands in anticipation.
*~*~*~*
“
I suppose you expect me to now reverse the transformation.” Severus
arranged his robes to better keep his legs warm.
But to the question the other man merely shook his head slowly. “No,
maybe a little time as a walking ad for Taco Bell will cool his temper
down a few degrees.”
Black immediately took offense and growled up at his friend.
“
Padfoot,” he tapped the dog’s muzzled smartly with one
finger. “Behave.”
“
Taco Bell?”
Now it was Remus’ turn to chuckle. Severus certainly wouldn’t
know about anything that appeared on a muggle television. “It’s
an American muggle restaurant that makes Mexican food. They use a
Chihuahua to advertise their special sales.”
“
Ah.” Not exactly informative but when it came to muggles and
their workings Severus preferred not to dig too deeply into their
bizarre ways. He had enough on his plate right now to deal with.
“
So, what was it you wanted to speak to me about Severus?”
Black eyes studied the other man intently. “Whatever animosity
you harbor for me Lupin, which oddly enough I believe is quite small,
I would ask that you lay it aside. And if you are able, please restrain
Black from playing anymore of his so called ‘pranks’.
If I had fallen down the stairs that day my child would have suffered,
perhaps even died. I don’t expect this will be an easy task
but do try.”
“
Severus what are you talking about? I do admit there are some bad
feelings between us for getting me fired but I’ve always liked
you. I’d never do anything to hurt you or your child. As for
Sirius here,” he nodded to the fuming Animagi. “I’ll
keep him in line even if I have to muzzle and hobble him.”
“
That is a most pleasant image. If you do have to resort to such measures
please inform me. Mr. Creevey would be pleased to take a photograph
or two to add to my collection.”
“
Has something happened lately? Is that why you’re asking me
to do this for you?”
“
A few minor hexes and hidden traps,” he dismissed these with
a lazy wave of one hand. “And one very dark, very dangerous
hex that almost knocked off the stairs. That I expect was Sinestra’s
work, and very shoddy work too.”
“
Dark magic? But surely this would’ve set off the school’s
alarms.”
“
Despite her failed curse Sinestra is not completely stupid, she would’ve
made some type of arrangement or cast a spell to shield her efforts.”
That was true. If there was one thing true about Slyvia Lorianne
Sinestra it was that the woman knew how to cover her cover her ass
when it was needed. Severus rose, using the chair’s arms for
leverage. “I must return to my rooms, it’s late and I
need to rest.”
Remus rose as well and walked with the other man to the door. “Severus,
you have my wizard’s oath that I’ll do everything within
my power to guard you, from others as well as from my currently furry
friend here.” He waved Black around, totally ignoring the dog’s
nauseated whines.
Severus froze in his tracks. A wizard’s oath was not to be
given lightly. Once spoken it was more binding than the most sophisticated
of legal documents. Those that broke such an oath faced being stripped
of their powers and banished from the wizarding world forever. For
Remus to go that far….
“
Thank you…Remus.”
Brown eyes widened in astonishment. Not only had Snape just thanked
him the man had called him by his first name, something which he’d
not done for a long time now.
“
You’re welcome Severus. Good night and pleasant dreams.”
“
To you as well.”
*~*~*~*
“What? But I already have enough Loxsore ointment.” Poppy
shook her head as she closed her stock cabinet doors.
“
Tell Snape the jars broke, or they were stolen, tell him whatever
you want but we need him to make more of it.” Sinestra edged
a little closer to the Mediwitch. “You’ve not told me
the reason why yet.”
Checking to make sure no one was around Sinestra cast a silencing
charm around them and began. By the time she was finished outlining
her and Sprout’s plan Madam Pomfrey’s confused expression
had twisted into something quite disturbing to look upon.
“
..since he keeps the Loxsweed in those storage rooms he has to come
down to fetch it. The halls in that part of the dungeons are old,
dark, and deep. If he does manage to scream no one will be able to
hear him, not that it really matters, no one would bother helping
that monster live so much as another minute if they had to.”
“
What are you going to do to him?” She asked eagerly, wanting
to know all the grisly details. “Let’s just say after
this the black blight that man represents on this school will be
forever gone.”
“
Can’t you give me more than that?” Poppy pleaded. “Sorry
Poppy, but the less you know the better you’re reaction will
be when the body’s discovered.” And with that Sinestra
cleared the spell and departed certain that Poppy would play her
part without fail.
Madame Pomfrey stood thinking before turning to her cabinets again.
There had to be somewhere she could hide her current stock where
Snape couldn’t find it. The story she’d cook up would
hardly be believed if those bottles of brown goop were still setting
out in plain sight.
*~*~*~*
Matters were rapidly spiraling out of their control. Albus’ knuckles
were white as he tightly gripped the morning’s edition of the
Daily Prophet. A frightened look, desperately held in check, fought
to break across his face. The headline just kept leaping out at him,
threatening to tear apart his fragile control over his old nerves.
He’d tried to stop this, carefully sending word of raids to
keep his pawn free and relatively safe. All to no avail, somewhere
along the line the messages must’ve been lost or delayed somehow.
His owl had failed to reach its destination in time and the results
of that failure were now staring him in the face from the front page.
Disaster loomed on the horizon.
~~~~PETER PETTIGREW ALIVE!! BLACK INNOCENT!!!~~~~
In a stunning revelation yesterday evening it was confirmed in a
Press conference held by several highly-placed Ministry officials
that Sirius Black, the escaped convict, reported Death Eater, and
betrayer of the Potters, has been falsely accused and imprisoned
all these years.
During a Multi-Departmental raid a small number of Death Eaters were
apprehended. One attempted to escape by transforming into a rat
but was quickly captured and subdued. Later, during interrogation
two Aurors recognized the attempted escapee as Peter Pettigrew who
was supposedly murdered by Sirius Black along with twelve muggles
years previously.
After several verification spells and a hefty dose of veratiserum
Peter Pettigrew’s identity was confirmed. He confessed that
it was he, not Black, who was the Potter’s Secret Keeper, and
that he betrayed them to his master He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He
also confessed to killing the muggles as a means to cover his escape
and frame Black.
In light of these revelations we at the Daily Prophet call upon all
just minded witches and wizards to write, call, or demand in person
that Sirius Black’s name be cleared of all charges laid against
him and just compensation be awarded for his pain and suffering due
to this travesty of justice.
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~
Without Peter in place in Voldermort’s court their plans were
serious jeopardy. What in Merlin’s name was he going to do?
*~*~*~*
Gathering together in Hagrid’s barn Molly Weasley and those
students who were now wise to Professor Snape’s secrets settled
down to discuss what their next course of action would be.
The twins and Ginny had discreetly moved through the houses, choosing
students who’d expressed positive feelings towards Snape’s
warming to Hagrid, weeding out by use of carefully disguised questions
those who couldn’t accept same sex relationships and such.
There were now 13 students, a few from every house, setting on the
thick straw, all more than a little curious as to why they were here.
Fred and George kept shooting concerned glances at the youngest Creevey
boy as he happily chatted away with their sister. Collin was a bit
too excitable and they worried he wouldn’t be reliable with
a secret this important. When Ginny mentioned she’d invited
Collin along both boys nearly had a heart attack, especially since
their dear sister chose to reveal this little fact seconds before
the boy in question walked through the barn doors and sat down beside
her.
Dean was talking quietly to the Patil girls while Lee Jordan and
Orla Quirke from Ravenclaw were gazing at Blaise Zabini the lone
Slytherin in the group. Dennis, Collin’s older brother, shifted
a bit and accidentally bumped Susan Bones. She accepted his apology
and returned to her conversation with Mandy Brocklehurst and Lavendar
Brown.
All the voices died away immediately when Professor Snape and Hagrid
entered.
“
I trust there is a rational explanation for this Mrs. Weasley?” Snape’s
cold tone froze most of the students where they sat.
Having long since become immune to their teacher’s caustic
nature Fred and George hopped up and approached.
“
We thought that--.”
“—
a few more helpers were in order Professor.” George finished
his brother’s sentence.
“
They were quite careful Severus dear, now come and set down you must
be exhausted.” Molly patted the straw besides her smiling all
the while.
Very much aware of all the curious and apprehensive eyes firmly fixed
on his person Snape stepped forwards and, with Hagrid’s aid,
carefully lowered himself down.
“
Very well, I shall reserve judgment on their possible assistance.
But should I deem any of them untrustworthy in this matter I insist
their memory of this meeting be erased.”
Several students gasped and shifted nervously about. Whatever secret
they were about to be told wasn’t some little prank of the
twins. It was serious, serious enough for the Professor to demand
the Obliviate spell.
Molly nodded. “I agree, no sense in taking extra risks now.”
“
Perhaps you should have thought of that before dragging these children
into our group.” Snape grumbled.
“
Well! First off we’ll start by telling you why you’re
here,” Fred clapped his hands to gain everyone’s attention. “Our
dear Professors here have been hiding a couple of very big secrets
from everyone lately.”
“
We know that everyone thinks they’re friends--.”
“—
but it goes a lot deeper than that. What’s really been going
on is--.”
“—
they fell in love, got married, and now--.”
“—
Professor Snape’s expecting a baby!”
Shocked didn’t even come close to describing the assembled
students reaction. So where words failed action spoke for them. In
a fine imitation of Fred and George their eyes rolled up in their
heads and down they went in a dead faint. Only the twins, Ginny,
and amazingly Collin remained awake and calm. “As amusing as
this spectacle is I’d rather people would stop, it wastes time.” And
so said Snape drew his wand and woke the lot.
After the momentary confusion passed the babble of questions began.
It was impossible to sort out all the voices and figure who said
what. Thankfully Molly stepped in and called the group to order before
Severus could cast a silencing spell.
Shooting occasional death glares at the beaming twins Severus answered
what questions he deemed weren’t too invasive. It was most
fortunate that the teens possessed a modicum of discretion and didn’t
attempt to pry too deeply into the couple’s private life. They
asked things like how it happened, when were they married, was it
a boy or a girl. Keeping their answers short Severus and Hagrid nevertheless
released enough information to satisfy their curiosity.
Padma and her sister were the first to ask about his lack of an enlarged
waistline. Both were a tad embarrassed when he stated he’d
be a fool not to conceal his condition with some charm or another.
After five minutes of persistent pleas and downright begging Severus
dropped the illusion.
Within seconds his new assistants were gathered around him, all begging
permission to touch him, to lay their hands on his enlarged belly.
Despite his apprehension at allowing someone other than his husband,
doctor, and Molly to do so Severus finally relented.
The girls giggled and cooed, smiling while they gently smoothed their
hands along his stomach. But the boys seemed to be fascinated by
their pregnant Professor, wide eyes tracking the movement of his
clothes as the baby moved and bumped along inside him. Reverent were
their touches, almost as if they were afraid of harming Severus and
his precious cargo. Once everyone had taken a turn they shooed back
to their seats and the planning began. Molly would be the team head,
with Fred, George, and Ginny as her seconds. The other students were
split into teams to assist the Professor in class and protect him
from his enemies among the staff and student body. Each was to gather
information from their housemates, find out who was for or against
Severus and Hagrid and report their findings back to Molly who would
then inform the unusual couple.
Their planning was disturbed however by the sudden appearance of
a rather large feathered serpent entering via the barn’s hay
loft.
*~*~*~*
Today there were many more two legs in the barn than Khan had ever
seen. Most were just hatchlings with just one other adult two leg
here besides his chosen pair. Thankfully he sensed no malice in their
presence, though many held a touch of fear at the sight of him. Paying
no further mind to the batch of new two legs the Quetzal moved over
to where Rubeus and Sev’rus were seated. Both greeted him warmly,
with gentle words and scratches as he coiled about his special ones,
wings brushing softly across their backs.
*~*~*~*
“Professor, what is that?” Ginny was the first to ask.
“
This is Khan; he is a friend, a good friend.” Snape stroked
his long fingers along the beast’s eye ridge eliciting a deep
rumbling purr.
“
Are you sure Severus?” Molly’s grip on her wand never
relaxed, eyes never wavering from the great winged serpent’s
reclining form.
“
WOW!” Collin breathed, immediately raising his camera for a
shot only to be stopped by Jordan’s restraining hand.
“
Quite certain Molly. Khan saved my life, my life and the life of
my child.”
Well, if Severus was so sure of the beast than who was Molly to argue?
After all, it did seem to like the Potions Master and hadn’t
made any move to hurt him or the assembled students.
Khan watched as Sev’rus calmed the other two legs to more
of their talking. The great serpent sighed, content to remain besides
Sev’rus and enjoy the attention of those magnificent long fingers.
Purring he angled his head so the nimble digits could reach a particularly
itchy area.
As time passed Khan dozed off into a light sleep, though not so deep
he lost track of his surroundings. The changing timber of the two
legs’ voices brought him to full wakefulness. Whatever serious
thing they’d been discussing it was over now, their voices
were lighter and happier. Some of the hatchlings were now taking
strange things from their clothes and bags, things with bright colors
and enticing scents.
When finally the more serious matters were dealt with the group
settled into more relaxing conversations. As they laughed and chatted
candy was pulled out of bags and robes and passed around. Severus
himself had a cache of chocolate frogs stored in his robes, having
developed a craving for the sweet lately. As he pulled the tab Khan’s
nose twitched. The wedge shaped head edged closer, feathers fluffed
in curiosity. His forked tongue flicked out, delicately tapping along
the Potion Master’s hand.
“
Looks like Khan wants a frog.” Hagrid chuckled. Severus pondered
the magical confection in his hand. “Do you think it would
harm him?”
“
No, he’s not a dog, won’t hurt him a bit.”
Trusting to his husband’s judgment Severus sat the box down
and pulled the tab, up popped the lid, and the chocolate frog inside
stirred.
Golden eyes gazed down quizzically at the odd thing. It was a little
water leaper certainly though he couldn’t ever recall seeing
one so dark a brown. Bracing its long hind legs the leaper croaked
a few times before jumping.
Its timing was ill fated as Khan deftly snapped the little creature
out of midair.
Never before had the winged serpent tasted such sweet meat! Sweeter
by far than any fruit or root he’d ever eaten. Such a strange
leaper too; not a single bone and lacked the familiar skin slime
that normally covered the small beasts. However these things mattered
very little to the Quetzal as he focused on the wondrous taste, the
smooth liquid feel of it warm on his tongue. Finally nothing more
remained but a thick fluid when he reluctantly swallowed.
“I do believe he likes it Rubeus,” said Severus as he
watched the Quetzal slowly chewing the frog, jaws moving in a gentle
roll over and over again.
After finishing the chocolate treat Khan remained still, a low contented
thrum issuing from his throat. “Yep, that’s abou’ it,” agreed
the half-giant happily. He did so love to see his forest friends
happy.
Shaking off his sugar-induced bliss Khan slithered up to Severus,
almost whining as he nudged the Potion Master’s hand begging
for another treat. Chuckling, Severus sat another frog down for the
winged serpent to devour.
*~*~*~*
Poppy loathed seeing this man walk into the hospital wing, sullying
this place of healing with his foul presence. But as distasteful
as it was she’d endured the slimy bastard for the sake of her
charges. Wasting the school’s funds to buy lower quality potions
when she had such a highly ranked Potions Master within reach was
utterly stupid. But now in light of his recent marriage and upcoming
parental status Poppy couldn’t stand the thought of the ‘man’ living
beneath the same roof as she and all these poor impressionable children.
That his upcoming death would also result in the fetus dying as well
mattered little, if truly anything, to the old witch who didn’t
spare the thought a second glance. One reminder to herself that this ‘child’ would
most likely be just as hideous as its parent and most likely end
up serving the Dark Lord before it could barely crawl dispelled those
annoying little moral and ethical qualms rather nicely.
“
Good evening Madame Pomfrey,” he spoke to her formally. Genial
words of greeting were useless between them but Snape refused to
stop. He wouldn’t sink down to her level. “I believe
you have the list prepared?”
Not bothering to greet the black-clad wizard Pomfrey handed him a
rather long parchment.
“
Hmmm..Most of this lot is standard fair; shouldn’t take but
two nights to finish. What’s this? Loxsore ointment? Have you
used up all the stock I prepared at the beginning of term already?”
Poppy was ready. She’d carefully rehearsed the lie for three
hours last night till she was satisfied her performance would fool
the cunning man before her. “An unfortunate accident; the shelf’s
support rotted away and the jars broke when they hit the floor. I
found two that weren’t too damaged but that won’t be
enough to see me through the last month. Sometimes I wonder what
Louise is teaching these children if they can’t tell the difference
between Rackweed and Loxsore vines.”
It appeared her studies were paying off. Snape was just shaking his
head and mumbling something about store rooms as he scanned the remainder
of the list. “If there is nothing else you require I will take
my leave.”
“
Nothing else.”
“
Good night then.”
Poppy waited till the door closed behind the man before breaking
into a triumphant grin.
*~*~*~*
Drawing closer to his doom Neville pondered on how he’d come
to face this grisly fate. It certainly wasn’t an accident;
he couldn’t place the blame on his clumsiness for his mistakes
any longer. No, he meant to drop that shrivelfig and newt eyes into
Malfoy’s cauldron. The blonde Slytherin had gone too far this
time. Laughing maliciously with his partner Draco took great pleasure
in taunting Ron Weasley, calling his little sister all manner of
nasty things, making lewd comments about her body and habits.
No one knew it but Longbottom had long harbored a very strong crush
on young Virginia Weasley. She was so bright, so beautiful. It made
his blood boil to her Malfoy slur her name that he just had to do
something. Neville proudly thought Malfoy looked rather good with
green hair and warts; it was quite an improvement really.
It was just his luck Professor Snape had to see him chuck the bits
in.
(Maybe it won’t be so bad.) Neville thought nervously. (He
has changed.)
The door hinges creaked as he entered the dimly lit classroom.
Professor Snape was seated at his desk, grading papers by the light
of several large candles. Scratch, scratch, scratch went the quill
over the parchment, marking a mistake, writing a comment down the
sides. He didn’t look up, didn’t even acknowledge anyone
was in the room but himself. The young wizard was positive the Professor
heard him enter; the man’s hearing was very sensitive, capable
of hearing the smallest whisper in class.
Finally Professor Snape laid aside his quill, black eyes studying
the man before him, noting with amusement Longbottom’s shifting
feet and nervous glances.
“
Mr. Longbottom.” He drawled the name out; deepening his voice
in a way he knew added a menacing note. “Hello Professor Snape.”
Casually he glanced at the old wall clock in the corner. “You’re
ten minutes early.” “Y-yes Sir.”
“
Very well,” Severus rose and slowly walked around his desk,
keeping one hand on the old maple surface to steady himself. “Since
you’re here we shall begin.” “Yes Sir.”
“
Despite you abysmal beginnings in my class Mr. Longbottom you’ve
recently begun to display signs of improvement. If you continue along
this path you may actually pass potions with a reasonable grade;
a fact which I still find nothing short of miraculous.”
Neville perked up. Was Professor Snape praising his efforts? Was
that even possible??
“
However such progress does not give you permission to disrupt my
class and injure another student.” The boy’s eyes were
now downcast, unable to meet his teacher’s stern gaze.
“
Tell me Mr. Longbottom, what was your motivation for attacking young
Mr. Malfoy?”
“
Umm..Well, you see…”
“
I’m waiting.”
“
HewasinsultingGinny!” The boy blurted out.
“
Perhaps you could speak a bit slower this time?” He demanded.
“
He was insulting Ginny.”
“
So you took it upon yourself to gallantly defend her honor. How very
Gryffindor of you.” Neville simply nodded. He didn’t
expect the man, no matter how much he’d changed, to understand
his willingness to protect the sweet redhead. “Be that as it
may you have still broken the rules and must be punished.”
“
Yes Sir.”
“
Before I set you to preparing ingredients and cleaning out the heavy
cauldron I have another task for you. Madame Pomfrey’s medical
potions cabinet needs restocking. As the resident Potions Master
that task falls happily on my shoulders. The simpler have already
been completed and bottled. However the more complicated ones call
for special ingredients which are currently stored in my lower stockrooms.
Since they’re very magic sensitive these ingredients must be
moved my manual labor.”
Neville groaned. Without a doubt he knew where this was going.
“
You will provide that manual labor.” And Snape couldn’t
help but smile at his student’s discomfort. (Oh damn. Hope
Madame Pomfrey can fix a busted back.) Neville sighed as he resigned
himself to hours of strained muscles and aching joints.
“
Come, the sooner you bring up the first batch the faster you can
return for the next.”
*~*~*~*
Down in the dark lower dungeon halls, wedged into a crack near the
door to Snape’s stockrooms, lay waiting a black seed. Magic
slept lightly within its small form, waiting for its intended prey
to draw close enough to awaken its full wrath. Footsteps echoed eerily
off the walls as two wizards, one young and one older, approached.
And the seed trembled and began to grow……
*~*~*~*
Neither man nor teen were expecting the attack. Out of the darkness
something black and massive burst forth. Neville was slammed into
the far wall, head hitting the cold bricks, sending a sharp flash
of pain through his skull. Dazed, he slid down till he was seated
propped up against the wall. When the boy could finally see clearly
again Neville’s eyes widened in horror at the sight before
him, one which would live in his nightmares for years to come…..
