4 Months Ago
“IT WILL HAPPEN TONIGHT.”
The gathered staff turned. Professor Trelawney had gone rigid in her armchair; her eyes were unfocused and her mouth sagging.
“Sybil?” said Minerva McGonagall.
But Professor Trelawney didn’t seem to hear her. Her eyes started to roll. She looked as though she was about to have a seizure. Then Professor Trelawney spoke again, in the same harsh voice, quite unlike her own:
“THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE LIES ALONE AND FRIENDLESS, BY CHOICE. HE WILL SOON BREAK FREE OF HIS SELF IMPOSED BONDS AND SET OUT TO REJOIN THE LIVING. THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE WILL BE MADE ANEW WITH HIS CONSORT’S AID, GREATER AND MORE TERRIBLE THAN EVER HE WAS. HE WILL RECLAIM HIS RIGHTFUL PLACE WITH HIS COMPANION BY HIS SIDE …”
Professor Trelawney’s head fell forward onto her chest. She made a grunting sort of noise. The staff sat there, staring at her. Then quite suddenly, Professor Trelawney’s head snapped up again. ‘I’m so sorry, all,’ she said dreamily. “I drifted off for a moment…”
Poppy Pomfrey rushed to her side.
“Is there anything wrong, my dear?”
“You – you just made a prophecy…”
Professor Trelawney looked thoroughly startled. “I did? That’s hardly something to joke about.”
“But you just said it! You said the Half Blood Prince would break free…”
“I would certainly not presume to predict anything quite as far-fetched as that!”
Minerva looked around. “Alright everyone, nothing to see here. Sybil go to the infirmary with Poppy to get a quick once over, just in case. Poppy, report back to me after you see her to her quarters. Filius, Neville, to my office. Everyone else, keep quiet and let me know if you know anything or have any ideas.”
3 Months Ago
Hermione Granger did not want to be here. But it had been over a year since her divorce and her friends insisted that she need to ‘get her groove back’ so here she was. Ron had the kids for the weekend and at least her friends knew her well enough that they didn’t drag her to a crowded dance club or wizarding pub. A poetry reading at a brewery was much more her speed.
She looked up as Pansy Parkinson set a pint on their table for her. “Ta Pansy.”
“Don’t stare, but aging goth alert at 6 o’clock.”
“What? I don’t...”
Pansy rolled her eyes, “Please, as if we don’t all know you have a type.”
“Hmph.” But Hermione peeked anyway. “Bloody hell! He looks like Professor Snape!”
“Right? Like I said, you have a type.”
“I let something slip one time!”
Pansy snorted. “One time. And you waxed rhapsodic too. Besides what about that uni prof? And that literary critic? Ooh, the Alchemist. All old enough to be your father, wearing black, academics, with big noses, and biting tongues. Look, he’s almost done with his drink, he’s sitting alone, and hey, gosh I have another pint of the same ale he was drinking according to the barman. Go talk to him.”
“Ugh, fine. If I do it, will you let me enjoy the rest of my evening?’
“Yes, now go.” Pansy shooed her off.
Hermione gathered up her courage and walked over to the stranger. “Excuse me, it looked as if you were finished with your drink.” She set the drink down on his table. “Is this seat taken?.”
Black eyes met hers and widened. A silky voice that she hadn’t heard outside of her dreams in 20 years replied, “Of course Miss Granger, have a seat.”
Later That Night
“Oh yes! Yes! Please!”
“Is this what you want?
Sweat slicked skin slid against sweat slicked skin and soft cotton sheets.
“Oh God! Uhhhh!”
“Sweet Salazar you feel so good! Nghhh!”
A flash of power lit up a darkened room.
“Wow, that was...”
2 Months Ago
“You need to come back Severus.”
Pained dark eyes returned her piercing gaze. “I still can’t think that is the best idea. Given my past.”
“Especially given your past. I don’t think you realize how much of a hero you are to us all.”
He snorted, “Right.”
She paused, clasped his hand to hers and looked intently back at him. “I want you to meet my family, my kids. I’m tired of sneaking around. You’re the best thing that has happened to me in a long time and I want to show you off. I want people to know why I am so happy.”
“Ugh, I hate people and being happy.”
Hermione laughed, “I know. Besides I want to research our orgasmic power flares and I’ve run out of sources I can access on my own.”
He pull her to him with a chuckle and murmured, “Your true goal has been revealed, you just want to research Sex Magic. Well never fear Miss Granger, Professor Snape will only be happy to assist you.”
1 Month Ago
Hogwarts Headmaster’s Office
“Oh Severus.” Minerva McGonagall had him in a steel tight embrace as she sobbed into his chest, “I am so sorry. I-we didn’t know. What I thought of you...”
Severus awkwardly patted her on the back and said, “Minerva, you weren’t supposed to know. Albus and I agreed it was the best way. We all had our parts to play and it had to be convincing.”
She sniffled and let him go. She scrubbed her face, looked up and shook her fist in the air, “Albus, you utter wanker!”
“So what now.”
“Why don’t you and Hermione sit down, I have some ideas...” She smiled.
Severus had seen that smile before and much like it had in the past, it sent chills up his spine.
Hogwarts Great Hall
The handful of students left over the holidays were gossiping about the new faces at the head table, as were the professors furthest away from said new arrivals.
Headmistress McGonagall stood and everyone quickly quieted. “Attention everyone, before we start our Christmas feast, I have some announcements.”
Hermione squeezed his hand excitedly, while he just rolled his eyes and took a large drink of his wine.
“Professor Flitwick will be stepping down as Deputy Headmaster in order to begin his search for an apprentice, whom he hopes to train as the new Charms professor. I too will be stepping down as Headmistress and take the position of Deputy Headmistress so I can have more time to train our new Transfiguration Professor and Gryffindor Head, Hermione Granger...” She was interrupted by wild applause from both the students and staff. She waited until it died down. “And finally, I would like to welcome back a man that we all misjudged, a man that fought for Hogwarts as much as any of his predecessors, a man that I hope has his best Christmas yet, Headmaster Severus Snape!”