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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)	By : welkin_cooper Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 14600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 13 - Welkin and the Great Misconception

Welkin confronts Snape about his lie when she learns that she is pregnant. Albus hosts an evening out in Hogsmeade as a celebration. Author's Note: I write Albus Dumbledore as bisexual.

"I’m what?" Welkin asked, positive she must have heard her wrong.

"You are with child," the Hogwarts nurse repeated patiently.

"That just can’t be," Welkin protested. Welkin had come to the nurse because she’d skipped her period a month ago, but she hadn’t anticipated this as the reason.

"I assure you, it can be, and it is. My congratulations to you and your husband, Mrs. Snape." She beamed at Welkin.

"But, I’m under a protective charm. I can’t be pregnant," Welkin insisted again stubbornly.

Madam Pomfrey looked confused, and then laughed at her. "Oh, my dear, surely you haven’t been depending on those old wives tales for advice about contraception? There’s no such thing as an anti-pregnancy charm." She straightened her nurse’s hat, and went to her cupboard to retrieve some pre-natal vitamin infusions for Welkin. "I believe you are merely being humorous, since I see by your tests that you’ve been taking Mandrake root for fertility," she told her. "There was really no need for that. You were already pregnant, apparently, before you ingested it."

"But, Severus said…" The truth finally dawned on her, and Welkin’s incredulous look changed to one of fury.

"That asshole! He lied to me! He planned this! He’s going to wish he never met me, much less married me!" she promised, bolting out the door like a streak of lightning, headed straight for the Potions Lab.

Ron Weasley stole a look at the clock, as Snape droned on and on. Just fifteen more minutes to go. THWAK! Snape’s book struck lightly against the back of Ron’s head, doing no real harm, but startling him, as usual. "Watching your future slip away from you again, Mr. Weasley?" Snape admonished him to pay attention in his class, with his withering remark.

The door was suddenly flung open, and Welkin burst through, a furious look on her face.

"Severus…Tobias…Snape!" She walked towards him slowly, spitting out his name. "You are a fucking liar!"

After they were married, one of the things Snape had asked Welkin not to do, was to ever try to interfere with his teaching methods. As usual, this interruption went well beyond interference.

"Class is dismissed!" Welkin yelled, somewhat belatedly.

"Stay…where…you…are," Snape told his students quietly.

"Okay, if you insist on airing this in public, maybe your students do need to know what a bald-faced liar their professor is."

Welkin turned to face his class and, arms folded, asked them the pop quiz question of the day: "How many of you know that there’s no such thing as an anti-pregnancy charm?" Every hand in the room slowly went up. Welkin turned back to Snape, and slowly raised her own hand, glaring at him accusingly.

"I never exactly told you that there was," Snape said defensively.

"And you never exactly told me that there wasn’t, either. It’s a lie by omission."

"The necessary precautions can be taken in the future," Snape told her. "There is no need to discuss this here, Welkin."

"It’s a little late for discussion now!"

"What do you mean?" Snape asked, blinking at her thickly.

"Do I really have to spell it out for you? You’re a smart man, Pro-fess-or. Two and two still make four, don't they? Or, in this case, one and one make three."

A look of genuine surprise attached itself to Snape’s face, although, considering that he had orchestrated her present condition, it shouldn’t have.

"You are…?"

"Pregnant! Knocked up! With child! Up the duff! In the family way! Renting out the guest room! On stork watch! I’ve got your bun in my oven! Do you want it in sign language? Do I have to draw you a picture?"

"Class is dismissed! Out! Out! Everyone, out!" Snape insisted, when his students didn’t move fast enough to suit him.

The excited buzz of whispers, concerning the unexpected new gossip item, followed Snape's students out the door, and down the hallway.

"Well, there they go, to spread the joyous news," Welkin said wryly, a frown on her face. "Everybody will be congratulating you on your potency within the hour, I would imagine."

She waved Snape off as he approached her. "Don’t, you…touch me, right now. It wouldn’t be prudent." The fact that Welkin used the qualifier phrase 'right now' sounded somewhat encouraging to Snape. He assumed it meant he might be allowed to touch her at some time in the future.

Welkin sat down on the bench at one of the front desks and slumped. Snape leaned back on the desk across the aisle from her, his arms crossed, waiting for her to speak again.

"Why would you lie to me like that, Severus?" she finally asked, sounding a little calmer. "At the very least, I didn’t think you would ever do that about something this important."

Snape thought about all the things that he had to, of necessity, keep secret from Welkin, and he felt a pang of guilt. At the least, he owed her honesty now, on this one thing.

"I thought that, were you carrying my child, it might bond you more closely to me, and I would be less likely to lose you," he admitted quietly.

That was usually a desperate female ploy. To get pregnant, to try to hold onto some man who didn’t really want you, Welkin thought with surprise. Was Severus really so unsure of her, that he felt he had to trick her into staying with him?

"Why didn’t you tell me after we were married, when there still would have been time to prevent this from happening?"

"By that time, the lie was firmly entrenched in your mind, and I simply could not think of a way of removing it without risking your rejection. I was still…"

"Unsure of me?" Welkin asked sadly, already knowing the answer. Why else would he continue his surreptitious efforts to impregnate her, employing the Mandrake Soup as a fertility agent? Always, it came back to his fear of rejection, Welkin realized.

Severus had shared much more with her, by now, about his relationship with Lily, as had Albus, and she knew they had been childhood friends, and they had a falling out over Snape’s involvement with the Dark Arts, and the Death Eaters. After that, Lily had refused to forgive him, after he had called her a Mudblood, and she had chosen James Potter over Severus. It had devastated Severus, who had loved her devotedly since childhood. Then, James and Lily were killed, with Lily sacrificing herself to save Harry, who was just a baby at the time. That’s how Harry came to bear the lightning mark scar on his forehead, and got the appellation the 'Chosen One,' because he had survived the attack. Severus had supplied information on a prophesy to Voldemort, the Dark Lord, which had set the tragic sequence of events in motion. He had no way of knowing that supplying the prophesy to the Dark Lord would result in Lily’s death.

The guilt must have been unbearable, Welkin thought. Lily had apparently haunted him ever since. He had been an emotional prisoner of his guilt, and his unrequited love for Lily, though outwardly, people only saw the sarcastic, bitter, and often cruel, man that he had become.

Snape hesitantly moved from his standing position, to take a seat on the bench next to Welkin, still not touching her, as she had requested.

She turned her head to look at him. "Lily Evans really did a number on your head, didn’t she? Maybe not intentionally, but she left her scars, nonetheless. If we’re ever going to make a go of this marriage, you have to try to get over that.

"Lily couldn’t forgive you your mistakes, but I will. Lily chose James Potter, but I chose you. Lily left you, but I never will, no matter what," Welkin told him fiercely. "I guess I’ll just have to keep telling you that, until it finally sinks in, if it ever does. I’m the woman you were meant to be with, Severus, not Lily," Welkin told him. "If you prefer a ghost, to a flesh and blood woman who loves you, then I guess that will be my great misfortune."

"I do not prefer…Lily." Severus still said her name with difficulty. "It would not only be your misfortune, it would be mine as well. I love you, Welkin," he assured her.

"Then, act like it, damn it! Stop basing everything you do, for the rest of your life, on some dream of lost love!" Welkin was angry, frustrated, and sad, all at the same time. "Live with me, Severus. Here, now, in the flesh - in reality. I need you here with me, now more than ever.

"I have every reason to leave you, after you’ve deceived me like this. But, I’m still here, aren't I? I’m still here, because I want to be, because I love you, and because I forgive you for making the horrendous mistake of lying about something so serious. A child is not a game pawn. You, of all people, should realize that, because you’re a teacher. End of lecture - class dismissed," Welkin said a little wearily.

"If you do not wish to…carry this child…under the circumstances, I will understand," Snape hesitantly told her, while hoping fervently that it was not the case. He hoped that she would not punish his child, for his mistake.

"Of course, I’m having our baby. There was never any question of that," Welkin replied evenly, obviously resolved. Welkin was not a woman to dither over decisions. She made them quickly. As angry as she was, she had made this one on her march to the Potions Lab, to confront him about it. "Although, how the hell I’m going to handle it, once it’s here, I haven’t the faintest clue. I don’t have the slightest experience with babies. Correction: How the hell we are going to handle it, together, I don't know. I’m certainly not planning on doing this all by myself."

"You will not have to," Severus assured her. "I am the child's father, and I shall never shirk my duties, to you, or to our child."

Maybe a baby wouldn’t be such a terrible thing, Welkin thought, trying to be optimistic. She would have liked a little more time to adjust to marriage with Severus, but there was no use making an issue of that now. The little wizarding bastard was already on the way. The bun was in the oven, and there was no un-baking it. Once again, Welkin’s wishes were a moot point, where Severus Snape was concerned. She’d just have to be flexible, and make the adjustment.

Welkin scooted closer to Severus on the bench. "You can touch me now, if you still want to, after all my lecturing. I’m not feeling quite as volatile as I was. I’m sorry I disrupted your class. I was really mad at you."

"The cause was more than sufficient," Snape replied. "It is of no consequence."

Snape put his arm around Welkin’s shoulders, relieved that she was still there beside him, and they sat quietly on the bench together, two flesh and blood people, dispelling ghosts.

"When is the child due?" Minerva asked.

"End of October, I’m told," Welkin said, eyeing all of their drinks jealously. It looked like she wouldn’t be having anything alcoholic to drink for a very long time. This baby was already a pain in the ass, and it hadn’t even been born yet.

Welkin took a long drink from her ice-cold glass of milk, and pretended it was a White Russian. Snape reached over with his napkin, to solicitously dab away the milk mustache from her upper lip.

"Do you know the sex of the child?" Dumbledore asked. Wizarding methods of determining pregnancy, and gender of an unborn, were able to be performed much earlier, and with more accuracy, than Muggle methods.

"Yes," Welkin said. She drummed her pale coral fingernails on the tabletop, humming a little tune, and wondering when those appetizers were going to arrive.

Enjoying the evening out, in the magical village of Hogsmeade, was Dumbledore’s idea, to celebrate Welkin’s pregnancy.

"You had not told me this. That you know the child’s gender," Snape said.

"You didn’t ask." She continued humming, nonchalantly.

"Well?" Minerva asked for the three of them, as they all looked at her impatiently.

"Oh, it’s a boy. A little wizard, I guess you would say here," Welkin announced.

"A son to carry on the Snape name, and the Prince bloodline, Severus!" Albus clapped him on the back in congratulations, and Snape looked pleased.

Welkin rolled her eyes. "Why is anything with a penis automatically considered, by you men, to be so much more special, than anything with a vagina?" she asked rhetorically.

"Well spoken," Minerva seconded, clinking glasses with Welkin.

"No offense intended," Albus said. "It is the ladies who bring the best of everything to our lives, for which we are eternally grateful. I propose a toast, to the beautiful two who grace our table with their presence tonight." He and Snape clinked their glasses together, and then downed their firewhisky.

"Is he always like that?" Welkin whispered to Minerva from behind her hand, as the men ordered another round. "Full of excessively complimentary bullshit, I mean?"

"Oh, usually he’s much worse," Minerva whispered back.

They both burst into laughter, just as the appetizers finally arrived.

After dinner, Albus insisted they all continue their celebration at the bar, where Welkin was restricted to iced herbal tea, flavored with lemon. Minerva nursed another glass of wine, and the two men ordered round after round of firewhisky.

Albus and Severus toasted in honor of his son, who Severus seemed certain would be sorted into Slytherin House, without a doubt. They toasted Welkin, apparently for supplying the oven, which was currently playing host to Snape's precious little bun. They toasted Slytherin House, and every other house at Hogwarts. In fact, they toasted every errant thought that crossed Albus Dumbledore's mind, whether it made sense or not.

Welkin had never seen Severus drink so much before, and was a little ashamed to admit to herself that she was less worried about him, than curious about the effect it would have on him. It certainly would be worth the bar bill, if it helped loosen up those buttons of his a little bit.

When it was time to go home, she and Minerva had to help pour their respective 'dates' into the carriage, for the ride back to Hogwarts.

All the way back, Dumbledore kept imploring Minerva to "give us a little kiss, love," and trying to blow in her ear, among other familiarities. Welkin noticed that Minerva seemed to be enjoying the struggle a little, despite her protests to Albus.

Severus kept rambling on about the Defense Against the Dark Arts post for awhile, and all the 'twits' who got it, when he really, truly deserved it. Then he abruptly switched to some rather paranoid ramblings, about how Harry Potter was out to get him. In both cases, he was slurring some of his words rather badly.

"Don’t you worry about that, sweetie. Welkin will save you from the big, bad, Harry Potter," she humored him. "She won’t let the nasty little boy say mean things about you anymore. She’s going to beat him with a big stick, until he promises not to," Welkin told him brightly.

Severus smiled his first really broad smile at her. A pity that it took promising to beat Harry Potter to do it, Welkin thought.

Snape’s attention was suddenly drawn to the struggles in the other half of the carriage, and then he looked at Welkin.

Oh, oh, she thought. She knew that look all too well. Only, this time, he was actually showing teeth when he smiled at her.

"I think I need a little of that Defense Against the Dark Arts training myself," Welkin told him, as she tried to fend off his suddenly amorous advances.

When the carriage finally arrived at Hogwarts, Welkin asked Filch to call some of the prefects to help escort the gentlemen to their quarters.

"Thank you both for a lovely evening," Welkin told Minerva politely. Minerva merely rolled her eyes in response, her witches hat still slightly askew, from her struggles with Albus.

Two prefects supported Albus on his way to his chambers, while two more young men supported Snape on his somewhat unsteady feet. He looked at each of them hazily, and announced quite loudly, "I’m having a baby!"

"That’s funny," one of them said. "You don’t look pregnant, Professor Snape."

Welkin stifled a laugh. "Now, boys, please don’t tease him. He doesn’t take it well - from anyone except me, that is."

"Sorry, ma’am."

Welkin had the prefects get them to the outer door of their chambers, thanked them, and took Snape the rest of the way inside herself. The boys were obviously itching to see what was inside, but Severus valued his privacy, and she thought it best to deny them at least that source of gossip tonight.

Lying on the comforter, Snape looked up at Welkin hovering over him, as she began to undress him for bed. "I’m having a baby," he announced again, smiling at her.

"Really? How far apart are the contractions?"

"And you’re going to beat Harry Potter with a stick for me." He smiled that broad, happy smile again.

"Yes, dear…a very BIG stick!"

That boy really gets under your skin, doesn’t he? Welkin thought. He probably reminds him of James Potter. Obviously, they still had a lot of work to do on Severus’s issues vis-a-vis the Potter family.

Welkin finally managed to get Severus stripped down to his shorts, and positioned a little less sprawled out on the bed, before she heard him quietly snoring. "He looks kind of sweet, lying there all snockered to the gills," she told herself, ruffling his already messy hair.

With no one else to talk to, Welkin got ready for bed herself. She found another comforter, and spread it over Severus. She put a log on the fire in the fireplace, and then crawled under the comforter with her 'pregnant', snoring, drunken husband, who was, no doubt, dreaming happily about her beating Harry with a stick, but wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow.
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 13 - Welkin and the Great Misconception