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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 17 - The Summoning

Severus is summoned by Voldemort to a meeting, where he goads Snape about Welkin. Welkin agrees to a command appearance before the Dark Lord.

"I do not think there is reason for alarm just yet, Severus," Dumbledore assured him. They had sent Welkin off to bed with the baby, after getting her to recount every detail of her dreams concerning Voldemort.

"There is no indication of immediate harm to either of you in the details that Welkin revealed to us. For the moment, I would suggest that we merely let the sleeping dragon lie. Has he summoned you since the child’s birth?" Dumbledore asked.

"No," Snape replied, staring at the wall for a moment before he met Dumbledore’s gaze. "This is my fault," he said. "I should never have become involved with Welkin. It is my fault that she was drawn into this. I was a fool to think that I could have…" Snape didn’t complete his thought, and a pained expression was on his face.

"You were a fool to think that you could have what? Love? Happiness? A normal life?" Albus asked him, turning away to seat himself again behind his desk. "No. You are not foolish to want any of those things. They are as much your due, as they are anyone else’s."

"I have put Welkin and our child in jeopardy by my selfishness," Severus protested. "If anything happens to her because of my lack of control over my emotions, I do not want to…" Snape trailed off again.

This was the first time that Dumbledore had ever heard Snape refer to himself as selfish, or even admit to a character flaw of any sort. It took him by surprise. Welkin’s influence on Snape appeared to have wrought changes in the man that Dumbledore had never anticipated, but had long hoped to see.

"Then, let us both do our best to make sure that nothing does happen to her, Severus," Albus said. "For I, myself, do not wish to be mourning the loss of either of you."

"But, I thought the Dark Lord was dead. Everyone talks about him as if he is, even if they still won’t say his name," Welkin said. "That’s why I didn’t mention anything at first, when I started having the dreams, and then realized who it might be. I didn’t think there was a reason to worry about it if he was dead."

"He has returned," Snape told her simply. "Most people either do not know it, or do not believe it," he added. "It is best that you do not discuss it with anyone but me or Dumbledore, for reasons I cannot explain to you," he insisted.

"Returned? Back from the dead? How is that even possible?" Welkin asked.

"The less you know, the safer you will be," Snape told her. "Do not ask me any further questions."

Welkin noticed that Severus was rubbing his arm intermittently as he spoke with her.

"What’s wrong with your arm? You keep rubbing it."

"Nothing," Snape replied, removing his hand from it abruptly.

"Yes there is. Let me see," Welkin insisted. Against his protests, she grasped the sleeve of his nightshirt, and pushed it up until his forearm was exposed. The Dark Mark had changed from its usual appearance - an angry, red scar - to a black image, pulsating against his pale skin as if it were alive.

Snape hastily covered it again. "It is nothing, I tell you!"

"He’s summoning you, isn’t he?"

Snape was silent, his face turned away, not wanting to answer.

"Isn’t he?" Welkin asked again, more firmly.

"Yes," Snape admitted quietly.

"Is that where you’ve gone on those evenings that you’ve told me you suddenly had errands to do?"

"Yes." He answered her a little wearily.

"Are you still a Death Eater, Severus?" She asked him the question that was uppermost on her mind.

"No! I am not! But I must…I cannot explain further!" His agitation was increasing as she questioned him.

"It’s okay. Please, don’t get upset. I believe you." Welkin reassured him. She rubbed his back soothingly, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He turned to her with a look of desperation on his face, and she tried to reassure him again. "Don’t worry. I know that you wouldn’t do anything wrong. You’re not like that."

What good thing had he ever done to deserve Welkin’s devotion? Snape wondered. She trusted him beyond reason, and beyond caring about the whispers and innuendo she must surely have heard about him, over the months that they had been married during this past year.

"I love you," he told her, not knowing how else to respond. "I want so much to be the man you need me to be." With that honest expression to her, Severus Snape, the man who so often sneered at sentiment and cautioned others to control their emotions, firmly pinned his heart back into place on his own sleeve.

"You already are the man I need you to be," Welkin said. She leaned closer, and kissed him on the lips tenderly. "Answer your summons," she told him, when their lips parted. "It’s probably not wise, is it - to keep the Dark Lord waiting? But, please be careful, my only love. I don’t know what I’d do without you, and I have no desire to raise our son alone."

"I hear that congratulations are in order, Severus." Voldemort greeted him. "Lucius, here, tells me that a son has been added to the Snape household. Unfortunate that his mother is a mere Muggle, of course, but most probably he will inherit his father’s abilities, and make a fine Death Eater someday." He studied Snape’s impassive face for any change of expression after his insult to Welkin. It was a game he had been playing with Snape ever since his marriage to Welkin, trying to gauge the depth of his commitment to her.

"What of the mother? Does she still please you sexually, or has childbirth affected her too much? If that is the case, I might suggest that you take her anally instead. That has always been my greatest personal pleasure." Voldemort continued to test him. "Depending upon her proclivities in the past, of course, that orifice may still be untouched."

Lucius Malfoy, seated near the fireplace, and shrewdly choosing to stay out of the conversation, quirked an amused smile at Snape, intent on seeing his reaction to the Dark Lord’s goading.

Snape hesitated, and quelled any trace of anger that Voldemort’s words had aroused in him. He would betray no hint of his love for Welkin to this monster, nor his promise to himself that his son would never be a Death Eater.

"Well? What say you to my question, Severus? Surely you haven’t developed feelings for the Muggle wench, have you? They are all little more than animals, after all. Don't you agree?" Voldemort challenged.

"No. I have not." Snape told him what he wanted to hear. "She still pleases me sexually. That is my only interest in her. I only pretend otherwise to make her more pliant to my desires."

"Good…good," Voldermort said with approval. "Lucius has been telling me about her, and seemed to think otherwise. He said you positively doted on the creature. I must say that he seems quite interested in her himself. So much so, that I find myself growing somewhat curious about her. You must arrange to bring her, and your son, to meet me. Lucius will host an intimate dinner party, and I’m sure it will be a most pleasant and revealing evening. You have no objections, of course?"

"Are you…sure that is wise, milord?" Snape asked, trying to discourage the idea. He did not want Welkin or his son anywhere near Voldemort. "Surely the less people whom you expose your existence to, at this crucial time in your plans, the better."

"Are you intimating that she might be a threat to me, Severus?" Voldemort asked in his cagey way.

"No. Not at all, milord. Just that there could be a chance that she might unintentionally let something slip that she becomes privy to. I have been very careful not to allow her access to your plans." Severus responded quickly.

"I’m sure that you can keep her in line, Severus." Voldemort dismissed Snape’s expressed concerns. "I have every confidence in you. You have never failed me in the past."

Snape began to state another objection, but was cut off by Voldemort before he could finish. "I really must insist on this Severus. Is this clear?" The ugly travesty of a smile was back on Voldemort’s inhuman face.

"Yes, milord," Snape replied. Neither his face, nor his mind, betrayed any hint of the panic that he felt at the prospect of Welkin and his child being examined by Voldemort.

"Good. Now, Lucius, I have not forgotten your personal suggestions, however, I must ask you to leave us alone. I have other, more important things, which I need to discuss with Severus now."

Malfoy smirked once more at Snape, before leaving them alone in the room. If he played his cards right, Lucius thought, the Dark Lord himself might soon hand over Welkin to him, to do with as he wished.

As the door closed on Malfoy’s retreating form, Snape dutifully began to give his report on Hogwarts, Harry Potter, Dumbledore, and other matters of interest to Voldemort.

"I’ll do it, but I’m not taking Sully." Welkin agreed at once with no hesitation.

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore asked. "It will be both difficult, and extremely dangerous. If you are unable to shield yourself from him, the consequences could be fatal. He is extremely shrewd and discerning, and will penetrate your mind without compunction, should he become suspicious of you."

"It will be extremely dangerous for Severus if I don’t go, won’t it be?" Welkin countered. "I’m not afraid of the Dark Lord anymore," she lied. "But, I absolutely refuse to take Sully. He stays here!"

"Of course," Dumbledore assured her. "Severus and I had already agreed on that. Sullivan will be conveniently ill, and unable to travel, when the day arrives."

"I am against this course of action. I do not wish you to go," Snape told her unnecessarily.

"I know that you are. I would feel the same way if the situation was reversed, but it isn’t, and I’m going. It’s my decision, and I’ve made it. There’s no use trying to change my mind." Welkin’s jaw was clenched, and her lower lip pouted slightly, exhibiting an expression of stubborn resolve that Severus had learned to recognize in the course of their innumerable verbal skirmishes since their marriage began. Once her mind was set thusly, Snape knew that only the most logical and compelling argument could ever make her relent. Unfortunately, at the moment, he had no such argument at his disposal.

"So be it," Dumbledore said. "Severus will begin your training in Occlumency immediately. You must learn to shield your mind as best you can before this…"

"Hellish dinner date?" Welkin finished for him. "I’ve been on a few of those before, and my date never knew what I was really thinking," she quipped.

"You must take this seriously, Welkin," Snape cautioned her. "Or we will both be undone."

"No…No. I think that I must do exactly the opposite," she told them both, the beginning of an idea forming, as she considered her game plan. "I think that only not taking it so seriously, and an overly liberal dose of charm, is going to get me through this in one piece. I can be quite the charmer, you know, when I want to be, and if the situation calls for it," Welkin added.

"Of that, there is no doubt," Albus agreed. Welkin’s charm had even managed to seduce dour Argus Filch. She had brought tasty tidbits to his beloved Mrs. Norris from her supper in the Great Hall, and engaged Filch in conversation about the cat for a full twenty minutes one evening in the hallways. Albus doubted that Argus had ever had a conversation that long with anyone, since he had first started his duties at Hogwarts. Consequently, Welkin had the run of the castle now, without interference from Filch, and sometimes, even with his assistance. Albus pretended not to notice Filch’s catering to Welkin, not wanting to embarrass him. Life was difficult enough for a Squib.

"What shall I wear?" Welkin pondered. "Something dark, and a bit décolleté, I think."

"Not too décolleté," Snape frowned, mindful that Lucius was hosting the dinner, and might still have designs on Welkin.

"Just décolleté enough," Welkin reassured him. "I want to be just distracting enough to keep the Dark Lord out of my mind, but not so much that I make him suspicious. I’m not looking to incite a gangbang. I’ve played this game before. I know exactly what to do."

"Surely, you are not suggesting that you are going to flirt your way through this?" Snape looked both incredulous and worried at the alarming thought.

Welkin smiled her ‘let the games begin’ smile at him.

"Albus, please dissuade her from this insanity!" Snape implored him, using the headmaster’s given name for the first time in their long acquaintanceship.

"I’m afraid that I cannot, Severus. She has already worked her considerable charms on me long ago, and I am, as the Muggles say, but ‘putty in her hands’. Brandy, anyone?" he asked, pouring himself a stiff draught.
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 17 - The Summoning