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Chapter List
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Chapter Fifteen � A
Family Legacy

Days had passed, yet
Archimedes � the Malfoy family owl � had not yet brought Jessica any messages
from Hogwarts, nor had any of the school owls delivered to her since she
arrived. Jessica sat at the window in her bedroom and sadly stared outside
waiting, hoping and praying that today would be the day Snape wrote her back.
From the moment she woke up Jessica had been sitting there on the cushioned
windowsill. She sat with her knees tucked up under her chin and her arms wrapped
securely around her legs.

Despite
the multiple calls for breakfast, Jessica continued to sit alone and stare into
the snowy, white sky. It was a particularly dreadful morning thus far and if
Jessica were an owl, she knew she certainly would not want to be flying in this
frigid weather.

Jessica leaned her head
up against the window and closed her eyes. She thought hard about the wizard
she loved. She knew exactly what he was doing. He had already been up for at
least an hour and was still in his chambers procrastinating until the very last
moment before he had to go up to the Great Hall for breakfast. In his
procrastination she hoped that he would be thinking about her and the letters
she had written him. The letters were probably sitting in a neat pile some
place where no one would be able to see them in the unlikely event that a
visitor dropped by unexpectedly. Since she had been gone, his chambers had
probably become quite solemn.

A quiet knock on the door
startled Jessica. Her head rose immediately and she realized that she had
fallen back asleep with the left side of her face pressed up against the
window. She looked over as the door slowly opened and Pinky�s head appeared,
her eyes were wide with caution and her pupils were so large and black Jessica
thought she looked like she was practically terrified to tears. Such an
assumption couldn�t be far from the truth for someone who lived to serve the
Malfoy family.

�There�s a wizard from
Hogwarts School waiting in the drawing room,� she said in her high, squeaky
voice. �He comes to call on Miss Van Eden.�

Jessica�s heart skipped a
beat and she stood up immediately. She gasped and uttered a soft, hopeful
whisper, �Severus.� She could see her reflection in the mirror across the room
right next to the door where Pinky stood. Her hair was a mess and her face was
red and spotty from sitting next to the cold window all the while.

Never mind that, she told herself, he�s
here � now!

Jessica
swallowed hard and nodded. �Thank you, Pinky. I�ll be down shortly.�

Without making a sound,
Pinky disappeared and closed the door softly. Once the door clicked shut,
Jessica rushed over to the closet and grabbed the first piece of clothing she
could reach.

The robes she had pulled
vigorously from the hanger were velvet and indigo in color. On a day like today
she knew she�d keep warm in these clothes. Jessica changed as quickly as
possible and took a tiny glimpse at herself in the mirror. Her hair was still
untidy but she shrugged it off knowing that Severus had seen her in worse shape
than that having woken up next to her many mornings in a row.

Still in her slippers,
Jessica rushed down the stairs and skipped straight over to the drawing room
where �

�Uncle Albus?� Jessica
said, the surprise in her voice quite evident. She stopped in the doorway and
felt her heart sink into the pit of her stomach. �I was � �

�Expecting someone else?�
he finished for her. Dumbledore stood up from the chair he had been waiting in
and walked towards her with open arms. �I know, Love, I know.�

Still more than happy to
see him, Jessica smiled warmly and walked into his embrace and gave him a hug.
She hummed into his chest and then reached up to kiss his cheek. �I�ve missed
you.�

�Oh, I�ve missed you
plenty, my darling.� Dumbledore held her shoulders and took a good look at her
as if expecting to notice that she had grown since he had seen her last. �You
look well,� he said. �But I do believe you have lost some weight. Are you
eating well?�

Jessica nodded. �Of
course,� she said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. �The proportions
at meal time can almost be compared to those at Hogwarts.�

Although the meals at the
manor were very generous, Jessica often found herself eating only what she
needed to survive. She knew her uncle had already determined that, but he said
nothing further about her malnutrition.

�How is Severus?� she
asked casually. �He must be very busy, I haven�t heard a word from him since I
left the castle.�

�He is doing only as well
as the rest of us are,� the elderly wizard said and pat his hand atop hers.
�I�m afraid worse events have occurred since Lucius came for you, which brings
me to why I came to see you today,� he said a little more loudly.

Dumbledore turned away
and began to pace towards the window. He looked out into the blizzard and
crossed his arms behind his back. �A terrible thing has happened, my dear. More
attacks, one involving a young student, and another involving a ghost, Sir
Nicolas, which is quite peculiar. It happened all in one instant as it appears
to be.�

�When did this happen,
Uncle?� Jessica asked curiously. She took one step closer to him and rested her
hand along the back of an antique armchair.

�Just yesterday.�
Dumbledore spun around and eyed Jessica over the top of his spectacles. �Mr.
Harry Potter was the first to discover the pair after the attack, and I must
say, the prospects are not looking very bright for him either.�

�How do you mean? What
sort of trouble has he gotten himself into now?� she asked, knowing that the
boy had a knack for getting himself numerous detentions.

The Headmaster stifled a
chuckle by pretending to cough. He covered his mouth and literally wiped the
grin off of his face. �No, no, unfortunately this incident has caused him far
more grief than simply missing a Quidditch practice to serve detention.�
Dumbledore pulled his sleeves up a little and then folded his hands in front of
him. �It has become common knowledge that Harry is also a Pareselmouth. In
front of a very large crowd he unknowingly announced his ability during a dueling
demonstration led by Severus and Gilderoy. Since then, many students seem
convinced that he is the heir of Slytherin and is the one responsible
for opening the Chamber of Secrets. Now, being the first to be spotted with the
victims yesterday has placed him in an especially awful predicament.�

Jessica looked curiously
at him for a moment. �But Uncle, you know it isn�t true. He can�t be
Slytherin�s heir, you would know it if he were. I would know it if he
were a distant cousin or so.�

�Whether or not he is a
descendant or not isn�t what is most important,� Dumbledore began. �It is more
a matter of proving his innocence and convincing all those at the school that
he is not responsible for opening the Chamber of Secrets.�

A bout of discomfort
rippled through Jessica�s body. She shifted uncomfortably and crossed her arms.
�Are you sending him off to live with a Death Eater as well?� she asked,
sounding a little more uncouth than she should have. She slumped herself down
into the chair and looked over at the row of books on the opposite wall.

Dumbledore closed his
eyes and shook his head. �No, we will not be sending Harry anywhere for the
time being. However, time is running short and if the real culprit isn�t
caught, the school will most likely be closed and all of the students
will be sent home.�

She nodded in agreement
and sat down on the arm of the chair beside her. She absentmindedly began
rubbing the soft velvet of her robes with her thumb as she thought. �Well, I
suppose the good news is that the attack on the boy and the ghost proves my
innocence and I can go back to the castle. I can�t very well have attacked
anyone while being stuck here, could I have, Uncle?�

It was more a statement
than it was a question, but Jessica did not like the sorrow look on his face as
he slowly nodded in agreement. �You�re absolutely right, Jessica. However, it
isn�t anyone at Hogwarts that requires proof that you have had nothing to do
with the effects of the Chamber being opened again. It is for the Ministry to
decided when you may return to Hogwarts.�

He watched Jessica�s body
slump in disappointment and grief. �Wait, Uncle Albus, that makes no sense at
all! I am sitting here miles away from the castle! How can I have anything to
do with what goes on there anymore? How can the Ministry accuse me of having
anything to do with that stupid Chamber? They can�t do this to me just because
it�s a limited known fact that I am a descendant of Salazar Slytherin!�

Dumbledore lifted his
hands as if to calm her. He sat down in the armchair closest to her and pulled
it a little closer so that their knees were almost touching. �It�s just a
precaution the Ministry has taken. They are taking all the precaution they can
now days.�

�I hardly agree,� she
declared in an angry voice. �If they were taking precaution, why aren�t they
removing Harry Potter from the school? You said everyone thinks he�s the one
doing it now, so why is he still there and I�m still here living with the very
man who I believe knows exactly who is behind all this?�

Dumbledore swiftly lifted
a finger as if to silence his grandniece. He gave her a very serious look and
then leaned forward and whispered something very softly to her. �Because
Jessica,� he looked around as if expecting to catch someone who might be
eavesdropping in on their conversation. When it appeared to be safe to continue
speaking, Dumbledore whispered even softer. �I am depending on you to prove
just that.�

* * *

Moments after the
Headmaster had arrived at his home, Lucius Malfoy reached to the bottom of his
pocket for his Enchanted coin. It�s correspondent was in the possession of the
Potions Master. Lucius used this coin to contact Snape instantly. After
delivering one simple message, Lucius dawned his thick, wool cloak and
disappeared into the gardens out back.

It was still snowing hard
and once he was sure that he had disappeared into the blur of the wicked
weather, Lucius gave his snakehead cane a squeeze and Apparated himself
directly outside of the Hog�s Head in Hogsmeade. He entered the dark, quiet bar
and took a seat at a small table towards the very back and waited.

Lucius observed each of
the patrons sitting around the bar. They all looked to be involved in some very
boring conversations, if any at all. The pair of wizards at the table closest
to him was the most interesting of them all. One particularly large, unsightly
wizard was sloshing his drink around in his hand while droning on in a cluster
of slurs about his mother. Lucius chuckled to himself when he realized that the
wizard to whom the drunken wizard was talking to was passed out in his seat.

Behind him, Lucius heard
a pair of heels clicking coming down the old wooden stairs. He crooked his head
slightly, knowing who it was that was walking down towards him.

�Lucius, welcome� he
heard a soft, sensual voice say. �I saw you come in.�

She came up behind him
and swept her long, blood-red fingernails across the back of his neck before
slowly spinning around to face him. Lucius smiled crookedly at her as she slid
herself into his lap and wrapped her arm around him.

�Jasmine,� he
acknowledge, �you�re looking exceptionally stunning this morning.� Lucius put
his hand on her thigh and paid particular attention to her enticing
d�colletage.

�Thank you, Lucius. It�s
always a pleasure hearing a compliment from you.� She smiled at him in a way that made his blood run hot. Jasmine
was a very enticing and very mysterious witch. As far as Lucius was concerned,
she was far too beautiful to serve as a prostitute in a place like the Hog�s
Head. She had these majestic, purple eyes; perfect lips and she had the curvy
body the average wizard could only conjure up in his imagination.

Lucius� left hand came up
slowly along her side until he could feel the underside of her breast at the
tips of his fingers. �How have you been, my darling?�

�I�ve been all right,�
she said. �You know, I�ve been thinking a lot about you since you stopped
coming around. What�s been keeping you?� Jasmine�s fingers danced along his
collar and then swept through his platinum hair.

Lucius hummed excitedly
and leaned closer to Jasmine. He smoothed his lips across her cheek and spoke
into her ear. �I have been very, very busy with some very important business.�
His hand squeezed her thigh and moved further up her leg until he could feel
the warmth of her excitement.

She purred into his ear
and squirmed excitedly in his lap. �Oh Lucius, let me take you upstairs,� she
said and turned to look into his alluring blue eyes. He raised a gloved hand to
her chin. And slowly shook his head.

�Not today, I�m afraid,�
he said. �I�m here on business, not pleasure. Another time perhaps.� Her
expression dulled, but before she could moan or groan in disappointment, Lucius
drew her lips towards his and kissed her.

His kiss was passionate,
yet savage at the same time. He held her face firmly in one hand and let his
tongue dance with hers eccentrically. Lucius groped greedily at her body with
the other hand as if trying to cram everything he wanted to do to her upstairs
into a matter of seconds.

Once he pulled back,
Lucius wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and then nodded sternly at
Jasmine. �Enough. Now get off of me.�

Jasmine knew better than
to argue with him. She took her arms from around him and began to slowly stand
up. Before she was upright she felt Lucius raise a hand to her backside. She
quickly stifled a yelp and started for the stairs.

�You�ll come back once
your business is taken care of?� she asked.

Lucius
watched as a hooded figure entered the bar. He recognized the black cloak
immediately and knew it was Snape. �Of course,� he said without looking at
Jasmine.

As Snape walked silently
towards the table, Lucius could hear the heels of Jasmine�s shoes making way
back up the stairs. Snape lifted the hood of his cloak. His narrow eyes glanced
at Jasmine.

Halfway up the staircase
she turned around and caught him glaring at her. She winked and blew a kiss his
way. Snape merely snarled and sat down across from Lucius. He casually brushed
the snow off of his shoulders and then crossed his arms on the table.

�Cheer up Severus,�
Lucius said and waved in the direction of the bartender. He held two fingers up
for him to see and then looked back at Snape. �You�re in for a treat.�

�I suspect that�s why you
had me meet you here during the Headmaster�s absence,� he said and picked a
small piece of lint from his cloak.

�Of course!� Lucius
smiled and leaned back into his chair. He assumed a casual position as the
bartender brought two large glasses over to their table. Lucius reached for his
drink and took a rather large sip while Snape left his untouched.

�Very well, let�s hear
it.�

Once the bartender was
out of hearing distant, Lucius continued. He leaned forward again and gave
Snape a particularly smug look. �for lack of better words, I have been monitoring
Jessica�s cycle. It was brought to my attention this morning that she has
reached ovulation. If you�re going to take her, I suggest you do it tonight.�

While watching for any
reaction from Snape, he took another large drink and then set the half empty
glass back on the table.

Snape contained his
reaction and simply nodded. �I see.� He looked down at his drink and dismissed
the thought of ever picking it up. �Exactly how have you been monitoring
Jessica�s menstruation?� he asked curiously. �I highly doubt you have been able
to slip her regular doses of Ovulatum without her knowledge.�

Lucius
chuckled. �No, of course not. As a matter of fact I have left the task up to
Pinky, the House Elf tending to her. She assures me that if Jessica is to
conceive, the next twenty-four hours are critical.�

�Very well,� said Snape.
He stood up from the table and pulled his hood over his head. �I�ll be coming
for Jessica this afternoon.�

* * *

�Jessica!�

Jessica almost jumped out
of her seat when she heard Narcissa calling for her. She was sitting with her
feet up on a large couch by the crackling fire in the library. She was just
about to fall asleep with one of the Malfoy�s books in her lap. Jessica turned
her head just in time to see Narcissa walking in. She was dressed in a heavy winter
cloak and a warm, furry hat. Her leather gloves were lined with identical gray
and white fur.

�Ah, there you are,
darling,� she said with a smile. �I�m going to London to do some last minute
Christmas shopping, won�t you join me?�

�Are you going to Diagon
Alley?� she asked, having serious doubts that someone as smug and tenacious as
a Malfoy would venture anywhere into any Muggle shopping areas.

�Of course, dear. I
probably won�t be more than an hour or two.�

Jessica quickly decided
that she�d rather get out of the house with Narcissa than be left behind with
only Lucius, who she had seen come in from the frozen gardens only minutes
after Dumbledore�s departure.

�Sure, I�ll come along,�
she said. �Just give me a minute to get my cloak.�

Jessica was standing
almost precisely where she had a year ago when she bit Lucius with her deadly
fangs. It was more than a little ironic that his wife now stood on the very
spot of earth where Lucius had nearly poisoned to death. A wee smile appeared
on her face as Jessica wondered if Narcissa even knew about that little
incident that had nearly made her a widow.

After perusing the
magical gadgets in the shop window with a look of distaste on her heavily
made-up face, Narcissa moved on down the alley with Jessica at her side. �Come
along Darling, I want you to see something far more interesting than this
rubbish.�

At a modest pace,
Narcissa led Jessica down a darker path of Diagon Alley. The atmosphere
suddenly changed. Jessica noticed the sign next to her pointing down what was
called Knockturn Alley.

Many books and telltale
stories had told Jessica all she needed to know about this dark and mysterious
place. Thankful that she blended into the crowd by wearing a black traveling
cloak, Jessica lifted her hood to hide as much of her face as she could. As she
slowly trailed behind Narcissa incognito, Jessica watched the ground and
listened carefully to all that was around her.

As much as she thought
she blended in to the crowd, Jessica could still hear the dirty, ugly witches
and wizards laughing and cackling sinisterly to each other as she walked by.
She had a gut feeling that they all knew she was somewhat of an intruder and
slowly looked up at them.

Sure enough, a number of
long, bony fingers were pointed at her. Wicked smiles bearing black teeth or no
teeth at all were everywhere. Jessica put her hand over her nose as the awful
stench seemed to grow stronger the deeper Narcissa led her into Knockturn
Alley.

It amazed Jessica that a
woman like Narcissa Malfoy even ventured into such ungodly, filthy places such
as this. The witches and wizards who clung to the building walls or sat on the
ground with a sheet of snow practically covering them looked anything but as
refined and prestigious as the Malfoy�s.

�They�ll not harm you,� Narcissa said over
her shoulder as if she knew they were all frightening Jessica. �Come along.�

Just as Jessica stepped
closer to Narcissa, one particularly gruesome looking wizard howled and quickly
snatched a corner of Jessica�s robes and pulled the material to his face.
Jessica screamed and turned just in time to see the old, stooped wizard closing
his eyes and taking a deep breath, smelling her robes.

Jessica watched in
disgust as the wizard�s long, yellow-nailed fingers clutched her clothing.

�Get back you old fool!� Narcissa yelled and pulled her wand
from her robes. She pointed it directly at the elderly wizard and he
immediately released Jessica�s cloak and scampered away like an overgrown sewer
rat.

Narcissa took Jessica by the arm and hastily
pulled her into a shop on their right. A bell rang as the door swung open and
closed again. Inside the quiet bookshop everyone had stopped reading and looked
at Narcissa and Jessica as they made their mildly dramatic entrance.

The cackling of the
witches and wizards outside slowly dimmed and Jessica was thankful that none of
them had followed her into the bookstore. The witches and wizards within all
appeared to belong to a higher social status than those outside. They were all
dressed in nice clean, dark robes and prior to the sudden arrival of Narcissa
and Jessica, they were reading, which was probably more than any of the lot
outside could do. Slowly everyone began to return their attention back to the
books in their hands.

With the exception of a
few enchanted books making odd noises and the wood floor beneath creaking under
each step, the shop was virtually silent. Narcissa stepped up to a shelf along
the wall and began perusing a section labeled BIOGRAPHIES. Jessica paid more
attention to the people around her than to the books in front of her.

Down the aisle there was
a small female House Elf standing on a latter stocking the shelf with some new
books. There was also another young woman in the shop, presumably the same age
as Jessica, who was keeping a more than obvious eye on her. She was dressed in
clean robes of deep plum and black, and she wore a small pair of spectacles
attached to an elegant chain. Her hair was shiny and midnight black and was
tied up in a bun. She didn�t smile once when she caught Jessica�s eye. Jessica
managed a weak smile, but the young woman simply maintained a straight face and
turned to walk away.

�Ah, here it is,�
Narcissa whispered and reached up to pull a large, black leather-bound book
from the shelf. She blew the layer of dust off the pages before opening it to
the first page. �Written by Solomon Slytherin himself in 1804 and revised by
Edwina Slytherin in 1963.� Narcissa handed the book to Jessica who slumped
slightly when she felt the full weight of it. �I know Christmas isn�t until
tomorrow, but I want this to be my gift to you.�

Jessica looked at the
title along the spine. �A Family Legacy?� she read and began to study the
intricate configuration along the boarder. She squinted slightly at the
familiarity of the design.

�There must be so much
you want to know about your forefathers,� Narcissa said. �This book will take
you back even generations before Esmeralda ever became the Mistress of
Slytherin. This book even has a picture of her, and I must say, if I didn�t
know better, I would swear she was standing right in front of me.�

A tingle soared up along
Jessica�s spine as she recalled what Snape had told her about the
reincarnation, and Jessica somehow knew that this was no strange news to
Narcissa. Something in her eyes that held Jessica captive said it all.

Obviously already
familiar with the book she held, Narcissa seemed to flip right to the page the
picture was on. She walked around behind Jessica and looked at the picture over
her shoulder. To Jessica�s surprise, the picture was unmoving. It was simply a
tarnished black and white picture of a woman who indeed looked exactly like
her. The only difference Jessica could see was that Esmeralda had long, dark
hair that must have gone down to her knees and she looked like she could have
been a little bit taller.

A skinny, little Elf
suddenly appeared next to Jessica with his hands held out. �For delivery?� he
asked.

�Have this sent to the
Lucius Malfoy Manor immediately,� Narcissa ordered.

Jessica promptly closed
the heavy book and let the little House Elf take it. The book was practically
his size and he wobbled back and forth as he brought it over to a counter.
Jessica gave the book one last look and then discreetly pulled her wand from
her robes. She examined the handle of the wand and realized that the carvings
in the wood were perfectly identical to the boarder she recognized on the
boarder going around the book.

Jessica
then noticed that the young witch who had been watching her earlier was now
standing behind the counter where the Elf stood wrapping her book. She was
watching the book, the Elf and Jessica all in equal measure. Her gaze was
becoming more intense as her eyes moved swiftly from the book to Jessica and
back again.

Fed
up and tired of being scrutinized so carefully, Jessica walked towards the
counter with her eyes set upon the nosy witch in black and purple. As Jessica
came nearer, the strange woman moved swiftly from behind the counter and then
came out to stand right in front of her. They held each other�s stare for a
moment in silence before the young witch suddenly withdrew her wand.

Instinctively,
Jessica drew her wand up in front of her and stepped back. She watched
carefully as the witch quickly examined Jessica�s wand. Her eyes popped wide
open as she recognized the carvings, too. She suddenly dropped to the floor in
front of Jessica and set her wand at her feet. She outstretched her arm,
placing her palm flat against the hardwood and bowed her head before finally
speaking.

�I
know who you are!� she proclaimed and remained kneeling before Jessica like a
servant to a queen.

Confused, Jessica turned
to Narcissa who suddenly looked as if she wanted nothing more than to melt into
the floor beneath her. Everyone else in the bookshop stopped what they were
doing and slowly began to step closer to Jessica. All but Narcissa, who backed
away into the corner.

�All hail! The Mistress
of Slytherin has returned!� the strange witch on the floor had decreed.

All around her, eyes
widened and people slowly began to kneel to the floor, too. Soon Jessica and
Narcissa were the only ones standing, and then, even the distraught looking
Narcissa made her way down to the floor, bowing he head and outstretching her
arm, palm flat and fingers spread.

�She has come to unite us
as our Dark Lord returns!� the witch continued. At this announcement Jessica
had no doubt in her mind that every single witch and wizard in the shop was a
prospective Death Eater.

All at once the gathering
began to hum in melody. With fear gripping her around the neck, Jessica moved
back against the counter and shouted, �Stop! Please!�

No one moved, not even
Narcissa. The all at the same time, the deep, synchronized hum turned into a
chant. Loud voices began chanting in an eerie, unearthly choir. They began
beating their hands against the floor in rhythm, slow and steady at first, then
faster and faster while their voices became louder and louder until they were
practically screaming.

Tears of sheer terror
began to well in Jessica�s eyes. She knew she had been the center of attention
in other dark, evil rituals such as this before, but � thankfully � she had no memory of the event.

�Stop!� she yelled again,
but no one had heard her. Even Jessica couldn�t hear herself over the volume of
their chant. Jessica had just begun looking for a place to run, but she was
physically trapped between the counter and the worshippers.

Just when she had thought
to hop over each of the bodies and make a run for the door, each of the witches
and wizards suddenly sprang to their feet and began to conjugate around her,
all reaching out to touch her anywhere they could.

She screamed and tried to
push all of the clawing hands away from her, but there were far too many. She
could feel her hair being pulled and her robes being tugged on from all
different directions. They were even trying to touch her face.

Jessica shook her head
and screamed again. She lifted her arms to shield her face from all of the
reaching hands and tucked her body down as much as she could. �Please,
Narcissa! Make them stop!� she begged, although she doubted Narcissa had any
more control over the crowd than she did.

Just as Jessica thought
to reach for her wand again, a roar of thunder shook everything and everyone in
a shop. They all backed away and sharply looked behind them to see what had
happened. A puff of thick, dark purple smoke appeared behind the crowd.
Everyone slowly backed away from the cloud and watched anxiously as a tall,
dark wizard emerged from the smoke with his black wand in hand. He forcefully
moved everyone away until there was a clear path between him and Jessica.

She timidly peaked out
from behind her robes just in time to see a very angry Professor Snape.
Her heart filled with relief and happiness the instant she knew it was he.

�Severus!� she had barely
managed to cry his name before Snape threw his cloak around her and wrapped his
arms tight around her tiny body before voicing a soft incantation.

She could feel her feet
lifting from the floor and in the next instant she felt as if her entire body was
being squeezed through a hoop half the width of her waist. She squeezed her
arms around his body even tighter until the sickening feeling subsided and she
could feel her feet touching solid ground again.

Jessica slowly lifted her
face from his chest and looked up into his eyes. His expression was empty but
she could feel the longing and affection she had been missing so much.

�Oh Severus!� she cried.
�Severus, those people were � �

Snape lifted his hand to
her mouth and silenced her. He shook his head and swept the hair that was wet
from her tears out of her face. Then he wiped his thumb under each of her eyes
to dry the rest of her tears.

Once her face was dry,
Snape brought his hands down to her shoulders and he drew her closer. His eyes
closed as he touched his lips to hers and kissed her softly. Jessica melted
into his kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. She welcomed his silent
form of affection and let his love and warmth carry her right back to a time
where she had been safe and happy.
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