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Treading a Troubled Track	By : SnapesOnlyOne Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1834 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next morning, I led Morwyn out to the carriage at the gates, being pulled by a team of thestrals, briefly telling her that our destination was a surprise, her face showing shock even more. I felt a slight twinge of guilt at the lie, not so much a lie but an omission of truth. If I had to endure those meddlesome dunderheads, then so would she, not to mention that the invitation had been extended to her as well.
Morwyn settled back into the plush seats as we passed the gates and made our way down the hobbled lane.
I pushed open the velvet curtains and watched the scene passing us by, feeling Morwyn lean heavily into me. Some time had passed before I glanced down at her and noticed she must have fallen asleep at some point, her breathing had evened and her face had gone slack, smoothing away and showing her youth.
I found the more time that passed between us, and the comfort she clearly showed, had built a burning sensation inside of me, something that vaguely resembled an intent of wrongdoing on my part towards Morwyn in my deception in trapping her to me.
A part of myself that I’d neglected called within me a need to have a confidant of my own, Albus being someone that came close to being a source of trust that he bent to his will and twisted it, tearing down at what little humanity I had left in me. And with Morwyn, seeing her status as an outcast, made me feel the need to bridge the gaps in her life. Her youth and what little innocence she had left in her was being called out from her time as a Death Eater. Soon our child would be here, and I wanted them to have all the chances in life that myself and Morwyn did not.
But I didn’t know how to do that. So I let it sit, I’ve been letting it stew. And the potions master in me can feel this cauldron about to bubble over and erupt.
*****
What felt like no time, but what I knew to be quite awhile had passed before Severus was shaking me awake and informing me that we’d arrived at our location. I sat up and stretched, as the carriage door opened and he stepped out, turning around and holding his hand out to lead me out and down the footplate to the fresh air. I was facing the carriage and dusting myself off and he came behind me, bundling me up further into my winter robes when I got my first glimpse of our destination. I’d turned fully to where I was told we’d be spending our Yul and before I could stop myself, a gasp escaped my lips.
I tilted my head back trying to take it in in full. The whole tilted and crooked monstrosity that I now knew could only be ‘The Burrow’. I’d never been to Ottery St. Catchpole, but as a former Death Eater I’d heard of the disastrous lodgings that previously acted as the Headquarters to The Order of the Phoenix.
The wealthy Pureblood in me couldn’t contain the shiver of revulsion at the lacking state of affairs. And before I could stop myself, I’d turned back to step into the carriage before Severus grabbed my arm and led me away from the carriage and up the dirt path to the misshapen home of the Weasley clan. With a gentle clasp on my arm, Severus leaned down and with his warm mouth pressed to the shell of my ear, “No, no my little witch. If I must endure the festivities… then you, future wife, will as well. Smile, because I won’t. And let’s get this hell over with.”
Clearly having spent too much time with Severus Snape, my face tightened with annoyance and I grumbled as he all but dragged me up to the weather beaten door. And before he could raise his arm to knock on the door, it was being flung open and a bright smiling, plump, red headed witch with a well worn frumpy brown jumper flung her arms out and exclaimed “Severus Snape! What are you doing out there, freezing that poor child to the bone?! Come inside, get warm! Everyone is here.”
We were quickly ushered inside, our robes being taken from us by mischievous smiling ginger twins while Severus grumbled, slapping their hands from his person and hissing at them to refrain from molesting him. I was dizzy by the time they were done and felt a hysterical laugh bubble up out of me at his expression, hair in disarray and scowl firmly in place, his wand in hand ready to hex the identical twins; I reached out to him standing up on my toes and attempt to smooth his hair, seeing his discomfort I pull my hands away from his face and slide my hand slowly down his arm and clasp onto his forearm. “Introduce me Severus.” I nudge him, having forced him to lower his wand in the process.
He looked put out at having to put his wand away, his fingers twitched at his sides, clearly itching to cause more mayhem than they could comprehend. “If I must.”
*****
But before I could open my mouth to make introductions, Molly Weasley waved her hands swiftly, “No, no. Don’t be silly. We’ve already been told of your young lady Severus.” Annoyed, my mind wrapped around ‘young’ as Molly went through the occupants of the room introducing everyone to Morwyn, who by now had dropped her hauteur from outside the carriage and showing everyone just how gracious she was. The women of the room smiling congenially and the men, annoyingly enough, with appreciation, clearly at a loss when it came to Morwyn. I’m positive they are trying to figure out what a beautiful young witch like her is doing with a ‘git’ like me. But I didn’t care.
*****
Dinner was already on the table as the masses clambered into the dining area. A horde of semi-controlled chaos scrambling for seats leaving Severus and myself at opposite ends of the table, almost wondering if it was done on purpose as I watch people continue to look from him to me. Grabbing for food as if they’ve never eaten before, moving as if on autopilot, not looking at their plates as they piled on the food, still holding their back and forth glance to Severus and then me.
Severus and my plates made, we settled in to eat, it was like a floodgate after the first helpings had settled into their stomachs and then the rapid fire questions started, from almost every Weasley with the exception of my own student Ginny and her father. The first and loudest of the group to strike first was what I knew to be one third of The Golden Trio, one of which who did not come back to continue his schooling, instead obviously banking in on his celebrity status and getting on every cover of every magazine and paper. “Him?! I mean… that right foul git! I can’t help but say what I know we’re all thinking, Snape?!” The annoying metamorphmagus, snorting and twisting her features to that of a bat. Hermione’s angered ‘Ronald’ didn’t stop him from continuing, prompting Mrs. Weasley to lay into her youngest son before turning to Severus and sickly sweet “But Severus, dear, she is quite young.” I glanced at Severus, whose scowl had turned blacker than his robes and before I could open my mouth to defend the both of us, he was up and out of his chair, striding swiftly out and slamming the door. Mr. Lupin had gotten up, frowning at the altered features of his partner and mumbled a short reassurance and placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder, gently pushing him back down as he’d half risen to follow Severus out. As the door closed behind Mr. Lupin, Ron Weasley again opened his mouth, puffed out his chest, gesturing to me, “Look at her, doesn’t think much of her does he, bloody left her he did! Git.”
I was no more surprised than anyone else, that when I went to curse him myself, it was that one of the twins had beat me to it… George, who I knew to be, as he was missing one ear. I couldn’t let myself explore that anymore than I had time. I’d gotten up from the table, Hermione nodding me from the room and smiling reassuringly.
I wanted to give Severus time with Mr. Lupin, as I knew somewhat of their history, I made my way slowly to the coatrack, grabbing my heavy winter robes and pulling them around myself, and smoothing my hands down my front, gently cupping the small swell of my tummy, cradling my pregnant stomach, keeping my back to the room. I made my way to the front door, opening it slowly, I didn’t see Severus or Mr. Lupin right away and made my way out the door, still keeping my movements quiet as to not disturb them. Not wanting to eavesdrop so much as not wanting to interrupt what could potentially be a moment for them to bury the hatchet and at the same time give Severus someone that he can speak with besides me, because he is not opening up to me enough as it is.
As I rounded the corner, their voices reached me before I caught sight of them.
“ -- and because of me she will always have to endure this--”
“Severus no, don’t think that way, she loves you that much as clear, she--”
I came around the side of the house, “No, Lupin, you don’t understand! I got her pregnant on purpose.”
The sound that was ripped from me, was somewhere between a wail and a gasp. Both men whipped around towards me, but I was already turning, making my way blindly towards the dirt road, turning and looking around, lost. My sound and and Severus shouting after me brought everyone out into the snowy night. “Morwyn!” Severus grabbed me, pulling me back to him as I tried desperately to yank myself from his grasp. “Morwyn, listen to me--”
Pulling myself free at least, I slapped him, catching everyone off guard. “How dare you touch me?! How dare you?! How could you?! How could you keep something like this from me?!”
He pulled back, ever the reserved Potions’ Master, looking for all the world about to berate a simple child. “You mean like you kept from me what you did?” He sneered, I jerked back, confused “I know Morwyn. We’re even… you gave me life… and now I give you a life.” I gasp, how could he have known, how?
Before I could open my mouth, he scoffed, cutting me off before I could start. “How did I know? Did you ever wonder why I was so spiteful to you when you first started teaching? Hmmm?”
I could see the confusion on so many faces… that is, that except of the twins, George glancing over to Fred as Fred looked on.
“I was dead, Morwyn. Dead. And you brought me back. You can NOT mess with Death.” And I was shaking my head, scared, I can’t help what I can do. I -- and then I am saying it. “I couldn’t let you all die. After everything, no… not just them… you Severus. That couldn’t be how you died.”
And his vice like grip was back on me, clasped tight around my upper arms, and shaking me, “You had NO RIGHT!” I couldn’t control my tears as he hissed in my face, “It was suppose to be Morwyn, it was how I was suppose to die and YOU took that from me.”
I couldn’t catch my breath, I didn’t know how to articulate that even then that night as he lay dying, something inside of me wanted him, that I couldn’t let him go, I had to bring him back.
“Are you punishing me Severus?!” I saw him rear back, hands still clutching me tight to him, his face now a mask of confusion. I hiccoughed, on the verge of hysterics. “Because you didn’t have to do this Severus, I would have been with you, I would have stayed with you, you didn’t have to get me pregnant just to keep me, I--”
He shook me once, hard, “Are you mad, woman?!” He pulled me tight to him, tucking my head up under his chin and held me to him, as I broke down. “I’m with you Morwyn because I want to be with you.”
I couldn’t stop crying, distantly hearing Hermione and Harry usher everyone into the household. “But do you understand, Morwyn? Do you understand why you can’t hold this against me? This relationship started out on lies, on both our parts, we’re both equally guilty…” and here he lifted my chin, turning my face up to his “I regret nothing Morwyn. I can’t. Not now.”
I looked into his black eyes, “Do you love me… really?”
His put upon sigh, followed with his drawled “Ob-vious-ly.” And the mood began to lighten somewhat. I kept sniffeling , trying to calm myself and before I could tuck my chin back down, he’d leaned in and kissed me, stealing my breath as he plunged his tongue into my mouth and wrapped himself around me, pulling back long enough to pull me to our carriage and ushering me up and inside the charm warmed interior. Robes were divested quick as Severus cast a spell to keep the carriage steady, ravishing me and fucking me into the cushions. As he moved between my thighs, thrusting in and out, my thoughts were nowhere near what I must be doing to his back, raking my nails down his beautiful porcelain skin.
Our completion came quick to us both, both of my hands fisted in his silky hair as he spent himself inside of me.
We dressed slowly, exchanging languid kisses, and we were now stepping down from the carriage. He below, as he wrapped his hands around my waist and brought me down to the ground, leaning in and kissing me softly, deeply, I felt him curve his hand protectively around my tummy, stroking over our child nestled deep in my womb, he let a rarely seen smile tug slightly at the corner of his mouth before turning to go back into the house.
And stopping.
*****
I felt my face freeze, all happiness leaving me immediately. Fred and George Weasley both next to the carriage, and leaning against the side of the carriage. Fred Weasley waggled his eyebrows at the both of us. “Desist before you both truly are identical and hex that blasted ear from the side of your head.”
Instead of fear, as it should be, and never is from the two of them, George Weasley merely smirked and filthily grumbled “Naughty.” Morwyn burst free a giggle and I barked “SILENCE!” Causing her to laugh even more, she clutched her tummy and giggled more.
Fred Weasley, turned to me, “Congratulations there ol’ boy, gone and got your girl up the duff!”
As Morwyn gasped, a squeal sounded from the door of the house, and Molly Weasley came bounding from the doorway where she must have been standing, “A BABY!”
And the bloody bratty youngest Weasley son, looked green, standing there with everyone else, gathered now in the doorway having heard Molly’s exclamation, “Oh, well now Severus, that explains so much. Of course she’s pregnant.”
Morwyn huffed, holding tight onto my arm, clinging onto me, I glimpsed her from under my lashes, looking up at me, I looked over to the twins who were still smirking, leaning casually against the carriage, their blasted expressions causing my witch to smother a laugh, only incensing me more. My body went rigid as Morwyn tried to stifle her laughter, pushing her face into my shoulder as I tried to pull away from her. The youngest Weasley son, gulped, coming to stand now in between his father and Tonks, grumbling and voicing his disgust at how this possibly could have happened.
And before I could respond, strongly, those Merlin forsaken twins came up closer to me, one sliding along the carriage and the other came up to me and flung his arm over my shoulders, “Well ickle Ronnikins, when two randy people like each other’s parts very much--”
Morwyn snorted as Weasley the youngest gagged and stomped into the house, humiliated by his brother besting him yet again even in this small way, calling him out. I yanked my arm free from Morwyn, causing her to stumble slightly and shook the Weasley twins from my person and walked off, my longer legs taking me swiftly from the crowd as I stalked away, angry yes, not caring that I came off as looking as if I was pouting.
*****
I watched Severus stalk off into the dark, heading back around the house and towards the gardens. I let him go, wanting him to cool off, so more of an argument wouldn’t build. I knew I’d have to hear more from him later
***)!!!(***
I watched as Snape headed to the back around the house, and motioned `Mione to Morwyn before turning from the group, pulling from Ginny’s grasp and heading to see Snape.
I’d been wanting to speak with him for quite some time, and was glad to know that he was going to be here for the Yule holidays, as I knew even though bridging together all the old bitter feelings was not going to be easy for either of us, I wanted that connection. Whether it was because he was so close to my mother, whom I never knew… or that he’d spent the majority of my youth protecting me and so many other people, my respect for him was unflinching. And I wanted him to know I wanted to be a man that he could see as a… well… friend. I couldn’t help all the changes that had come since the end of the war, my failing relationship with Ginny, my pulling away from Ron in his selfishness and close minded hate, and my building attraction to my best friend, who I now know was beginning to have feelings for Draco Malfoy. All these conflicting emotions ran through my head as I made my way to Snape. I cleared my throat, even though I am pretty sure he knew I was there, “Professor… may I--” He held up his hand, cutting me off. “Mister Potter, I am no longer your Professor… Severus.” He motioned to the other bench across from him.
I nodded, smiling slightly, “Harry, then… Severus.”
He cut his eyes over to mine, and nodded minutely.
We sat in silence for a few moments, and I could see his mind moving so rapidly, behind his dark eyes, staring off into the black night, a few fairy lights dancing in the trees. I cleared my throat again, swallowing shallowly. He glanced at me briefly, his silence permission to speak. “Congratulations Severus. I think… I mean, I know… I’m positive you’ll make a good father… you’re-- you have more than proven that you can protect.” His brow furrowed, and I was sure I overstepped myself, before he glanced down at his clasped hands, and nodded his thanks. I felt that I must apologize for any wrong he’d felt against him from this evening. “I’m sorry about Ron, Prof - Severus. He… he had no right.”
“He’s a fool Potter, and as foolish as you are, you are still far too intelligent for the likes of him.”
At any other time in my youth, I would have defended Ron Weasley without any further prompting, but as things are and have been and have become, I knew Snape was right, I knew it and have been coming to this for a while. Our time during the war didn’t leave much time for thought on friendships, but since the end, with recuperation and our paths going in separate ways already, I didn’t feel even the slightest need to defend Ron. I nodded my agreement, mumbling out a yes.
I didn’t want to take more time than I should, and didn’t want to ruin what he’d allowed already, but I nodded, getting to my feet and made my way to the opening of the garden, I turned my body to him, but kept my face turned to the back of the house, “Thank you… Severus… for everything.”
*****
The evening was dwindling down to a close, before Arthur had extended an invitation to spend the rest of Yule holiday with them. What sounded like an invitation to anyone else, I knew to be a demand, as I’d distanced myself so much from the rest of the Order. After mentioning it to Morwyn, she said she hadn’t brought anything with her, Potter summoned Kreacher to him to go and collect our things from the castle so we could get to our room. As the old house elf popped back and informed his reluctant ‘master’ that he’d procured our things, Molly Weasley pointed us up to our rooms, stating that they were Charlie’s and had the most room, she’d make due for Charlie in another room.
I herded Morwyn in front of me, and before we rounded the first landing and were still in sight of the others, Fred Weasley sounded, smirk becoming even filthier if possible, his twin smiling maniacally, “Yes Professor, don’t worry about you and your randy witch, Charlie’s room has very thick walls. Strong bed frame.” Molly immediately attacked him as he and his twin ran laughing from the room.
Grumbling, I nudged Morwyn quicker up the stairs, trailing behind her as she laughed giddily, for once looking truly happy and fitting in with peers of her own. And I can’t fault her, despite my irritation.
Still… those meddlesome twins...
This was going to be a very long holiday.
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