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“Oh do tell me you're joking” Severus muttered to his belly as he opened the front door to his home in the street at Spinner's End. The child in his belly was doing somersaults. I'm home, I'm home! It shouted eagerly in his mind. Severus could feel the boy's unrestrained pleasure, and it made him wonder how it could be possible, as Alistair never had been here before.

“Welcome home” Severus said and sighed. He remained standing for a moment. For the first time in his life, he was seeing his home with new eyes. It smelled as it always had, when rooms stayed shut without ventilation for a considerable amount of time. The book shelf gaped at him with old, worn books which had lost their interest a long time ago. Most of them had belonged to Tobias, Severus' father. As a boy, Severus remembered ploughing through them in boredom. At the same time, they had been his escape into a world of childish fantasy and wonders. The book collection was sprinkled here and there with books of magic. The standard copies of Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them, of course, and tales of Beedle the Bard, which his mother had read to him until it began to fall apart. The sixth year textbook of Advanced Potions-making in which Severus once had scribbled 'property of the half-blood prince' and later confiscated from Harry Potter, was also in the collection. On the top shelf there was a collection of black books containing the art of dark magic and other journals that Severus eagerly had made notes in over the years when studying and advancing his potions and spells, books he knew some of his former students would probably kill to get their hands on. One glance at them, and Severus instantly regretted it. Alistair saw them through his eyes and literally jumped of joy. Oh yes, I'm getting my hands on those! To Alistair, coming home was like coming to paradise. This was Severus' den. His nest. And it was also a cave filled with wonders waiting to be explored. Severus spared some moments as he took in these sentiments coming from his child. Alistair's sweet innocence, his unrestrained emotions and pleasure over these things, this place which to Severus had been so bleak and trivial over the years, was almost too much. Growing up here, Severus had thought of his home as a prison, filling him with only sad memories. The only glimpses of light and joy had been his moments alone with Eileen, his mother, and with Lily who sometimes had accompanied him here. But Tobias had been a man who was exceptionally good at making strangers feel unwelcome. Lily's visits became rare occasions, until eventually she had stopped coming. Instead, they'd sought refuge outside. And that was what had saved their friendship. Now, Severus found it hard to believe his unborn son's enthusiasm. But Alistair was unswayable. This was his home and he was going to enjoy it here!

Show me the bedroom, show me your bed! Alistair's voice sang in Severus' head. Severus was in no hurry, and he proceeded to undo his coat as he trotted off to the master bedroom. After the death of his parents, he had moved into their room, and left his own room unattended. He opened the door to the master bedroom, wondering why he bothered, but Alistair pushed on, persistent on having the full tour. Severus went inside, across to the window and opened it.

“There. Much better” Severus said. He tossed his coat on the bed. It contained one pillow. One sleeping blanket which was neatly made up on the centre of the bed. It looked awkward in the big bed. No other woman except his mother Eileen, had ever slept in that bed. And now, as Severus' belly continued to grow steadily, female companionship was out of the question. Alistair already had great plans. He showed them to Severus in his mind, and he flooded his father's chest with emotions. He was going to like it in that bed, with his father. He was going to come every night, and sleep in it. Next to him. It would be a sanctuary, the most delicious and comfortable place ever in the entire world and it would be his hub because the sheets would be warm and they would smell of Severus. The boy inside his belly was obviously making plans, and the proposed intimacy immediately made Severus frown. The boy was moving fast forward, years as it were, and Severus felt like a tortoise trying to catch up with the jumping bunny.

Severus moved out of the bedroom and into the hallway. He opened the door to the room which had been his childhood recluse. It had been filled up with cardboard boxes stacked with the belongs of his parents, clothes and items he found useless. Some of the items had been claimed by the obnoxious relatives of Tobias. But none if it held any interest to Severus. No one had claimed anything after Eileen, seeing how she'd hardly brought anything into their home. The exception was Severus' childhood bed. A piece of furniture which had been made by Eileen's grandfather centuries ago. Handmade nails and polished oak wood. Severus had loved his bed. It was something of her world. And he had loved everything she represented. Now, it was buried beneath a ton of boxes he'd simply forgotten about.

“I guess this will be your room, in time” Severus told his son with thoughtfulness.

My bed, my bed! Was the the impulsive response and excitement when Alistair saw the bed through Severus' eyes. The former headmaster of Hogwarts had to smile as the fuzzy image of a three year old black-haired boy jumping up and down on the bed, appeared in his mind. It was Alistair's imaginative, futuristic image of himself.

“Making plans, I see” Severus replied, marvelling at his own reaction. It was as if he couldn't get himself to be happy on behalf of his son. He restrained himself, because somewhere deep down he still feared he would wake up one day and Alistair would no longer be there. It was like living a wonderful dream, which was in fact so perfect it was surreal and therefore could not be true. That he, Severus Snape would have a child – was still beyond him. You're hungry and the refrigerator is empty.

“Really?” Severus replied, shaking off his musings. “You're right, I am beginning to feel a little peckish” he said.

Ever since he was a child, Severus had accompanied his mother to the wizarding market place in London. There were fresh groceries to be had in abundance, tenderloin from pork and cattle, chickens and fish, steamed cornish pixies, rabbit-legs, barbecued scorpions, Augery* fillets, chilled rattlesnake meat and boiled monkey brains and stewed lamb's heads. Whatever one's flavour was, it could be found here. Seveus bought his favourites, and Alistair was keenly observing, learning the tastes and dislikes of his father. Bringing home two large paper bags stuffed with food, Severus regretted the impulsive shopping spree because he'd bought thrice as much of everything as he usually did. Alistair was keen on the blue, spirally threads, and Severus indulged his unborn child and cooked noodles. Thinking it to be the end of that, Severus sat down on the kitchen stool, opened a keg of ginger-ale and began to eat the blue noodles. The colour was nothing new, as the noodles were made from rice growing on the magical fields of Nepal. Alistair was only temporarily satisfied, and he made Severus suddenly crave a barbecued chicken leg. It all went down in heartbeat, and Severus tore off salad leaves and spiced it with tomatoes. It occurred to him during this rather frantic meal that in deed, he was starving. Why hadn't he noticed? After the dinner, he peeled strawberries imported from Norway, sprinkled them with an unhealthy amount of sugar and drenched them in full cream. Then he made himself a large cup of coffee, added milk and sugar, and went to sit by the kitchen table again. He stared out of the small window with the faded and dusty lace curtain as he had done a million times before over the summers, expecting to feel as before. As if there was no happiness in the world. That life wasn't fair. That he was lonely. None of those feelings came. Instead, Severus felt alive for the first time in years. He was on the threshold of a new existence, and he wasn't alone. There was another Snape in this life now, and this intense feeling of fatherhood towards this child, was unparalleled to any commitment Severus ever had had to another human being. A notion slithered on the fringe of his consciousness. He mentally and physically felt Alistair stir inside his belly. He was feeding, sucking in the nourishment, growing, adding one cell to the next and expanding. The amount of energy was heart-stopping. At times it felt as if he had a vampire inside of him, sucking him dry.

Severus yawned. He was five months pregnant. He felt sleepy, his body was relaxed and he was breathing steadily and calmly. No tension. No worry. Just … wonder about this new existence which he found himself in. He sipped at his coffee cup, watching the other side of the street as he had done during every morning of every summer vacation. He had no job. No where to go other than this home, now. And for the first time in his life, he truly wanted to be here. Alistair was going to sleep inside of him, and a sudden kick woke his father from his musings. It was an unconscious reflex, and it was one of those things which Alistair did in there which reminded Severus of the fact that this was not just a half demon. It was also something human.

Hours later, Severus woke to a raging hunger. It was dark. He must have been asleep for a long time. He could hardly stop his hands from shaking as he prepared more food. He belly groaned in protest of having to wait. Alistair was still asleep. Severus ate, pouring down another bottle of ginger-ale. He lit a candle, and in the quiet of the house, with the sleeping unborn child as company, he ate once more, desperate with hunger.

Next morning, Severus did what he always did after waking. He went into the kitchen and opened the window. Moments later, an owl appeared with the morning edition of the Daily prophet. Feeling like padding up an extra layer of butter on his bread, Severus reached for the paper and unfolded it. There were a few moments in a man's life where Severus Snape could be observed gaping. This was one of those moments. On the front page was a picture of himself walking leisurely down the market street of wizarding London. The way his coat tightened across his jutting belly left little room for doubt, considering that only a month earlier, the eudaimon had declared to the entire Wizengamot that Severus Snape was his slave and therefore under his protection.

One good deed for every wicked one, the headline said. Severus dropped his butter knife. Irritation was on the rise internally, and he felt Alistair stir inside him.

“Forgive me, child, I didn't mean to wake you” Severus sighed and placed his right hand soothingly on his belly. The child immediately kicked affectionately back at his palm. He sat down by the table and read the front page again. Below the picture of himself walking, the comment was: If he is pregnant he must be guilty. Severus Snape observed in the market street of London last night. Undersecretary for the department of Defence, Ludmilla Teabag, says it's good to see that justice on the highest level still is upheld.

How utterly frustrating. Severus was fuming inside. But he couldn't stop himself from reading the text below, set in two columns. He knew where this was going, so he simply skimmed through it. The headline was a reference to an old saying about eudaimons and their targets. It was believed that eudaimons some times used their victims as bearers for new generations of eudaimons, before the victims were killed off. And it was a general rumour that every victim had to undergo the same number of pregnancies as he had murders on his conscience.

This was a complex matter. Very few, except those who had been at the hearing, knew that Alistair had come into existence in order to protect Severus from Voldemort at one specific moment. Severus could look upon Alistair as nothing else but a gift and a blessing. The eudaimon had never spoken a word about atonement. But to Severus, the pregnancy was like a lawnmower on a rampage in his otherwise controlled and disciplined emotional garden. How often, these last months, had Severus not caught himself thinking about the severity by which he had treated, say Neville Longbottom? How often had he not dealt out death and judgement on the students simply because he had the power to do so? And how he had consciously been harassing the muggle-born students because they made him think of his father Tobias and his stupidity? And what of himself? All of these emotional constraints he had put on himself? Did Alistair feel them? Did it make the child – still unborn – feel less loved? Was Severus already becoming his father's son, making the same errors? Pushing his son away from him before they even had a chance to meet face to face? And how utterly unfair … – how utterly unfair that this child of his – little Alistair – could, in another time and another reality – have been Severus' and Lily's. Oh, this was – in Severus' opinion – atonement in deed

This kind of punishment ought to be compulsory for every criminal convicted of murder, first and foremost for Death Eaters and Snatchers who have been found guilty, states governor Sanctopede Smuther.

Ministry officials are rumoured to have begun secret negotiations with the Malfoy eudaimon in order to ensure custody of Severus Snape's demon spawn already from the moment of birth. These rumours are yet to be confirmed. The Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, was not available for comment.

It is not unlikely that we may have a future in which Aurors work alongside eudaimon colleagues. Imagine a society where the accused is apprehended, trialled and judged accordingly on the same spot, says former Wizengamot secrectary Prunella Wisterton.

Severus Snape tore the front page off and crumpled it between his fists. He stifled a snarl, attempting to elevate himself of this sudden anger. Who were they to use him like this! In his earlier years, as a young and idealistic Death Eater, his ambition had soared towards a career as an infamous and recognized wizard. Now that fame and recognition knocked at his door, he regretted every naiveté he'd had on the subject back then.

Alistair was quiet, gently observing his father's frustration. Severus could tell by the sudden way the child remained still, the way Alistair hovered at the outskirts of Severus' consciousness, obviously measuring his anger. Severus leafed through the pages. There, on page eight, was the article referring to the front page news. A picture of Severus flanked by two eudaimons at the formal hearing. The Wizengamot had been at him on every detail, down to his affections for Lily Evans. Kingsley Shacklebolt had attempted to come across as impartial as possible. Potter had been there. Draco Malfoy had also attended. And the eudaimon – Alistair's sire – had made it plain that this hearing of Severus Snape was a farce and a waste of time, since Harry Potter already had submitted a wide range of proof of the collaboration between Severus and Albus Dumbledore. The Wizengamot's hunt for a scapegoat now that Voldemort himself had perished, was cruel and unnecessary, meant only as an opportunity for the ministry to make an example out Snape. There had been a burning hatred in their eyes.

It all boiled down to nothing. The Wizengamot had nothing on him, perhaps except the charges on willfully bringing – or smuggling – a demon of any sort into Azkaban. Which was strictly prohibited. And Snape had broken every rule simply by breaking out. Then again, it wasn't he who did it. To Severus' amazement, his master had taken the word.

“A eudaimon stands above the law. He stands above the power of the Ministry. He makes the decisions and he takes action when it suits him. In this case, the ministry and no one else is to blame for the breakout, simply because the eudaimon in question saw no other way out, given that his bearer's body was getting seriously weak due to lack of proper living conditions in the cell. It is obvious to any visitor that the cells of Azkaban are designed to kill. Slowly.” The Malfoy eudaimon was obviously not pleased. His harsh words had brought the Wizengamot to a complete silence. “Had the exorcist been allowed to do his job, Snape's body would not have been able to hold on to its child. MY CHILD. Which in turn means, that because of your regulations about living conditions in Azkaban, you all would have been to blame for my child's death. Which is more than enough reason for me or any one in my kin, to wreak havoc on the wizarding society as a whole. Be grateful, that my son, this unborn child, had the sensibility to withdraw from the situation in time. Because of him, you have avoided a bloodbath.”

Back in the present, Severus put the paper down again. If people thought he had a commanding presence, they ought to try standing in the same room as the eudaimon. Shacklebolt had been relieved. It had not been easy for him to stand on top as Minister for Magic, knowing that they had years of collaboration together. His sentiments were exactly those of the eudaimon, only no one really listened to him. They were all out for blood. Harry Potter was the one who had been fighting the hardest for Severus, and Severus remembered how Potter had been sitting on the edge of his seat during the hearing, obviously restless and stressed about the general mood of the congregation which swayed towards branding Severus as a traitor. And Severus wasn't one to show emotions and cry his heart out in public. That hard and pragmatic face which was Severus' trademark at Hogwarts, had worked against him. Only his voice had betrayed his emotions. A sudden flare across his eyes, or a slight red flush. Nothing more had Severus allowed himself. He had been living so long undercover that it was impossible to shake it off in a heartbeat.

Thinking of Potter made Alistair stir. He gave a weak kick, and whispered to Severus: You have many sons now, father.

“Indeed” Severus muttered. His fatherly feelings for Harry had only strengthened since the battle at Hogwarts. One day, he would have to confront Harry with them, or perhaps it would be enough to show him some kind of affection. Harry was sort of the reluctant son, who preferred to keep a distance to his parent. Draco Malfoy was a different page, and very often the one who initiated intimacy. They were two of a kind. Practical and often pragmatic Slytherins who dealt with the same issues. Draco had become a wise young man, calm and considerate of others. And he paid Severus special attention, either by laying a comforting hand on his shoulder or holding his gaze a minute longer than usual as if to show the older man that they were in this together. And they really were. Three months separated their unborn children. Children who would be playmates and half brothers. Severus and Draco often kissed. They often shared intimate moments like this, where just a flare of passion was shown, but it was enough. They both shunned the eudaimon's attention, hating and fearing his touch of different reasons. Before returning to Spinner's End, Severus had bowed to the eudaimon and thanked him sincerely. Draco had been there, and the eudaimon had said: “You do not bow to me, Severus Snape. You bear my child with gratitude and your love for him as as evident as the sun on the sky. It is I who should be bowing to you, because of your commitment to Alistair.” Then he had turned to Draco and given him an icy stare which had made the boy lose his colour. Severus preferred to think of his own display of humbleness as an investment for the future. The eudaimon had ensured Severus about financial aid if he ever needed it. All Snape had to do, was to ask. It would be a long, long time before people got over the war. Generations even, and Severus' own cashflow would eventually dry up if he didn't get a job. And at the moment, no one was inclined to hire a former Death Eater who was the affiliate of a eudaimon clan as well. Draco Malfoy had sought refuge amongst Muggles, and found both friends and work there. Severus felt no inclination whatsoever, only dislike towards the Muggles. He could not picture himself living amongst them. He wasn't that desperate yet.

Calm days passed. Severus stayed in his mental bubble with Alistair. He read book reviews and bought a whole stack of novels. He cleared out the worst of his father's book collection, set about throwing away old clothes and clearing the room for Alistair. The sensation of being someone's cocoon made him strangely aroused at all times of the day. And when he attempted to have a snooze about two o'clock in the afternoons, Alistair would goad his body and heighten Severus' sensitive spots. There was no sleep to be had before Severus had been satisfied. Alistair egged him on, played with his hormones and manipulated him, driving Severus close to insanity with lust. He was close to sending for the eudaimon several times. If a handsome stranger – say the milkman or a shoe-salesman – had showed up on his doorstep, Severus would have dragged him inside and begged him to fill his hole. He would grind his abdomen into the mattress to no avail, and in this bottomless rush of unhinged desire, Severus could achieve orgasm after orgasm. Stroking himself off was a futile comfort. He craved more, craved lovemaking and sweaty bodies rubbing towards one another. He revelled in the sensation of being filled up by Alistair, knowing his body had been taken in possession by another creature. And to Severus' shock, it dawned on him that he liked this domination game Alistair was playing with him.

Severus was not worried for his own safety. Not only was he a skilled duellist himself, he had Alistair as well. He prowled the streets during the mornings, not caring if people stared and talked. He shopped new clothes, new shoes and more food. When Alistair gave fair warning about not entering down those alleyways, Severus paid heed and continued past them. Don't shake that man's hand, don't go through that door. Sometimes, looking twice, Severus understood why. Other times when it was less obvious, he could read about the instants in the Daily Prophet later. Weeks passed. Alistair grew and expanded. Severus touched up on the colours of the walls, read books and studied the articles about himself and the growing public dissatisfaction with the ministry's slow progress when it came to clearing out traitors from important positions and convicting Death Eaters. At least once a week, there was a note or a picture accompanying a note about Severus' latest movements. Where he had been, what he had been doing and a witless comment about how this could be the start of a whole new era for crime fighting. Severus almost choked on his coffee one morning when he opened the paper, saw a picture of himself walking down the retail street. The headline hovering above read: Enslaved and subdued. The article filled half the page, and it contained an interview done by none other than Rita Skeeter. “This is the sort of punishment which needs to be introduced to the criminal minds of our society” says Governor Barrabas Freewater. “It's an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, as the Muggles say. It's good to see some good old fashioned justice at work here, and I will personally see to that these negotiations between the Sparrow eudaimons and the Department of internal Affairs arrive at an agreement which should ensure a future security detail consisting of half demons. This way, the lives of innocent wizards and witches will be spared, and aurors can be reassigned to less hazardous tasks.”

Severus threw the paper aside and sighed. He put his hands protectively on his belly, almost clutching it. “it's not going to happen, is it?! Please, Alistair, tell me they won't be taking you from me …!” Severus hissed through gritted teeth. He buried his face in his palms, sighing deeply, attempting to clear his mind. Alistair was strangely quiet for a moment, before he sent a rush of desire through Severus' groin and up into his torso. “Oh come on, not now...” Severus moaned.

Nothing's going to separate us, daddy. They will not succeed. Lay down and vent out some steam.

“I vented out steam three times yesterday, child. I'm kind of … empty, if you take my meaning.”

Then calm down. Your heart's pounding like mad. I don't like it when you're so distressed.

Severus gulped down his coffee and ate some more in pure frustration. Alistair was right.

Two more weeks passed. Severus travelled to Hogwarts to seek out the few possessions he'd brought there over the years. He was allowed inside by Filch, who was trudging around with his broom, sweeping dust of the otherwise immaculate floor. Some things obviously never changed. Severus was hoping to avoid the newly appointed head mistress, Minerva McGonagall. He wasn't sure why. He entered his former chambers, scooped up his private collection of potions and the few clothes and other items. It all fit nicely into a handbag. Severus always travelled light. He stood for a moment, taking in the sensations this chamber gave him. It had been his home at Hogwarts since he first received his appointment as a potions professor oh so many years ago. Alistair had been conceived in that bed, he mused. Ghostly visions from that night flared across his mind. The shock of finding Malfoy's eudaimon lurking there at the foot of his bed at night. The sudden terror as that winged creature had climbed into his bed. The rape. Or had it been? Severus remembered that he sort of half-struggled. Nothing more. He suddenly felt a gust of nausea wash over him, and he knew that he was being watched. Turning on his heel, Severus came face to face with Minerva. She was leaning against the doorframe, her arms folded above her chest. She wasn't looking pleased.

“I will leave without a fuss. I came for my things” Severus said as humbly as he could, reaching for his bag.

“Stop!” she said with the usual authority in her voice. Snape was almost afraid to look her in the eye. They had not spoken since that fateful day in May. “Now that I know the truth, Severus, I must say that I still have every respect for you.”

“Thank you” Severus replied.

“How … are you?” she asked quietly.

“Out of work. For a very, very long time. Apparently.” Severus glanced down at the jutting belly. She followed his gaze. A weak smile passed across her lips. Severus decided he would elope before she could stab him with some razor-sharp comment about Alistair.
“Well. When you're ready, come and see me” she replied and looked at him rather sternly. It wasn't a request, Severus knew. He had been her pupil once, and her colleague even longer. It was that look which told him everything he needed to know. If he needed a job, he would have it at Hogwarts.
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