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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: 14601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 20 - The Family Plan

Welkin copes with her lack of experience with motherhood. Severus copes with his jealousy when a man from Welkin's Muggle past arrives with Albus.

Author's Note: This chapter introduces another of my original characters, Glenn.

"This child has no self-control," Snape complained. "This is the third nappy which I have changed this evening, and now he is openly smirking at me, despite my diligence."

Welkin ambled over for a look. "That’s not a smirk. It’s a smile. The book says they don’t smile until two months. He’s two weeks early."

"Why is he smiling?" Snape demanded. "There is nothing amusing about what I am doing."

"Maybe he recognizes your voice, and he’s happy to see you. Or maybe he’s just happy he’s not still in a urine-soaked piece of cloth anymore. Wouldn’t you be?"

"Maybe is not a definitive answer, Welkin. You are the child’s mother. Shouldn’t you know these things, without having to consult a book?"

Welkin rolled her eyes, and walked away without comment.

"Do not walk away from me, Welkin. This is a serious issue." He followed her with the baby.

"No, it’s not. You’re trying to make one out of it, but it’s not," she said curtly, starting to get annoyed. "You’re just mad because it’s your night to change diapers, and you don’t want to."

"That is not true."

"Okay," she snapped, "it’s not true! How would I know? So, now I’m not only a bad mother, I’m a liar too!"

"Welkin, please restrain your emotions. Sullivan will become disturbed by your tone of voice." Snape considered for a moment, remembered something he had read in one of the books, and unwisely added, "Have you resumed your monthly cycles? You seem more easily agitated than usual, my pet."

Welkin glared at him. "You’d better be glad you’re holding our baby right now, Severus Snape, because if you weren’t, I’d try my best to kick your smug, insulting ass!"

Sullivan chose that moment to screw up his little mouth and face, and start to cry loudly.

"He is crying," Snape said, holding him out to Welkin, who snatched him angrily.

"No shit, Sherlock? I think I can figure that much out, thank you!"

Welkin sat on the bed with Sully, and began to unbutton her blouse. "I’m sorry that mean ole Daddy upset you, Sully," she cooed to the baby, expressing her irritation at Severus indirectly. Adjusting her nursing bra for access, she placed Sully against her breast, and he abruptly stopped crying, as he latched onto her teat, and began to suckle.

"I am not the one who..." Severus began his protest.

"I guess this is at least one thing you can’t do better than I can," Welkin groused, suddenly tearing up, her lower lip trembling.

Crying was not something that Welkin did often. Snape looked confused, then decided to fall back on a technique that seemed to work much of the time with Welkin. When in doubt what to do, apologize to her.

"I am sorry. I never meant to imply that you were not a good mother. You are an excellent mother," Snape assured her.

"No, I’m not!" Welkin started to cry in earnest, big tears rolling down her cheeks. "I don’t know anything about babies! I almost let him roll off a table in the Gryffindor common room yesterday. If Fred Weasley hadn’t have caught him before he hit the floor, he might have cracked his little head right open, just like...Humpty Dumpty!" Welkin sobbed miserably at the memory.

"Last week, I forgot to pick him up from Luna for three whole hours! I was studying, and I just forgot. What kind of a mother forgets her own child? That’s not even the worst of it. Sometimes, when he cries and he just won’t stop, no matter what I do, I wish he’d just…disappear," Welkin admitted. "I don’t really want that," she hastily assured Snape. "I just sometimes wish that he would, so that I can concentrate, and have a little peace and quiet."

To her surprise, Severus did not berate her for her weakness, or her lack of proficiency in her role as mother, but sat down beside her, put his arm around her, and used his other hand to guide her tear-stained face against his shoulder.

"That does not make you a bad mother. Perhaps you are just taking on more than you should right now. I shall attempt to be of more assistance to you in the evenings, and tomorrow, I will arrange for a daytime nanny from the agency in Hogsmeade," he told her.

Because their available selection of sitters for Sullivan were the students and teachers at Hogwarts, that often left Welkin fending for herself with the baby during the daytime hours, when they were all in classes, he realized. The pressure of balancing both her studies, and the baby, was obviously beginning to wear on her.

"Really? If we can afford it, that would be wonderful! Do you still trust me with him?" Welkin asked anxiously.

"Of course I do," Snape said. "As I said, you are an excellent mother, and I have every confidence in you. Now, stop crying, and when Sullivan is finished, we shall go to the Great Hall for supper. I believe the desserts tonight include gooseberry crumble - one of your favorites."

Welkin was enjoying her gooseberry cobbler, her mood much improved, as Snape held Sullivan. Dumbledore had still not arrived in the Great Hall for supper, and she wondered where he might be. Usually he would have left a message of some sort, if he was planning to be absent.

Minerva, having finished her own dessert, got up from her seat and walked over to them, asking Snape if she might hold the baby. She looked especially pleased that Sully was dressed out in the tartan outfit with little suede booties that she had gifted for him. Ever since the night of his birth, Minerva had seemed quite taken with Sully, often offering to babysit him in the evenings, if they had plans they wanted to pursue that would have been difficult with a baby along.

"Oh, there’s Albus," Minerva said, drawing their attention to two figures in the entranceway to the Great Hall. One was Dumbledore. The other was a slender, but muscular man about six feet tall, with medium brown hair, who was dressed in jeans, and a pale blue pullover sweater. They walked towards the head table and were about halfway there when Dumbledore’s companion suddenly yelled out a loud greeting. "Wells!"

Snape saw Welkin’s eyes fix immediately on the stranger, then light up with recognition as he shouted again, drawing attention from the students at their tables.

"Wells! Get yourself down here! Right now, girl!"

"Glenn!" Welkin leapt up and ran around the table, bounding down the center aisle, and into the stranger’s arms.

Snape watched, at first startled, and then annoyed, as they continued to hug, and the man kissed Welkin on the cheek. Who was this man who obviously knew Welkin well enough to engender such a happy reaction from her? Snape involuntarily pressed his lips together tightly, and glared at the interloper. Was this one of Welkin’s old lovers? If he had any ideas of trying to woo her back, away from him, Snape would quickly disenchant him of that notion, at the point of his wand if necessary.

Snape gritted his teeth, and stared with cold, glittering eyes as Dumbledore and Welkin carried on an amiable conversation with the man, the stranger’s arm comfortably around Welkin’s waist. What was the pet name he had shouted? Wells? Yes, that was it, Wells. What a ridiculous appellation, he thought angrily.

"So, which one is he, Wells?" Glenn turned to scan the head table.

"He’s the handsome one, of course." She grinned happily. "He's the one sitting next to the woman in green. The woman who's holding the baby, our son, Sully."

Glenn gave Snape the once-over. What he saw was a scowling, unpleasant looking man, who was also sporting the largest, least attractive honker of a nose that he'd seen on a human male in many a day. Welkin thought he was handsome? Was she blind? She was looking at the man as if he were Brad Pitt, naked, and covered in chocolate. Most women would have preferred someone like Pitt, but not Wells. She collected the strays, Glenn thought ruefully. He had never really expected her to marry one though. What kind of mess had she gotten herself into now?

"Well, he certainly is unique looking, Wells," he said, giving her a crooked, teasing smile. "Where do you live - the Bat Cave?"

Welkin laughed in spite of herself. "No! Of course not. We live in the dungeon," she informed him. She laughed again when Glenn rolled his eyes at that bit of news.

"You're living in a dungeon. What an improvement. I always knew you liked the weirdoes, Wells, but I never dreamed you’d ever take it this far."

"Now, Glenn, please be nice to him. Don’t give him a hard time. I want him to like you. Please?"

"Cross my heart - my best behavior." He grinned at her, the cocky expression mirroring her own.

Dumbledore excused himself and started making a tour of the student tables. Welkin clasped Glenn’s hand in hers, and led him toward the head table, noticing the interest he was drawing from some of the teenage witches seated at the tables they passed. Oblivious, unintentional heartbreaker, that was her Glenn. He never had seemed to notice the heart-palpitating effect he had on a lot of women, with his clear blue eyes, dazzling smile, and easygoing, somewhat cheeky, teasing manner.

Welkin led him up to Snape, who was looking daggers at him, a sour, angry expression affixed to his sallow face.

"Glenn, I’d like you to meet my husband, Professor Severus Snape. And this is Professor Minerva McGonagall."

Snape stared at him fixedly, feeling a little queasy at the sight of the handsome man with his hand still clasping Welkin’s so intimately.

"Severus, this is Glenn Cooper, my brother."

Glenn held out his hand to Snape. "Great to meet you, Severus." Glenn smiled at him. "You must be quite the man, if you tamed Wells, and got her to finally tie the knot. She’s run away from more men who wanted to corral her, in more countries than I can name."

"Glenn! There weren't that many, really!" Welkin interjected hastily, lest Severus get the wrong idea about just how active she might have been prior to meeting him. She had enough of a battle with his jealousy without adding in that false impression. Well...somewhat false, she thought.

Snape’s expression had shifted to one of surprised relief. Her brother! Yes, of course. Welkin had mentioned that she had a brother who was four years older than she was. He slowly stood and raised his hand, accepting the handshake. "Very pleased to meet my wife’s brother," he offered formally.

Glenn repeated the handshake with Minerva. "I'm pleased to meet you too, ma’am. That’s a beautiful outfit you’re wearing, if you don’t mind me saying so. It brings out the green in your eyes."

"It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Cooper," Minerva responded, with a slight Scottish brogue. What charming manners, she thought.

"Marie couldn’t make the trip, because of work," Glenn told Welkin. "She’s at home with Donovan. She sends her love, and her best wishes. We were both pretty shocked when Professor Dumbledore showed up on our doorstep in Dallas with the news that you were married, and had a baby, for God’s sake. Not to mention all that stuff about witchcraft and the like. I guess all those old family stories must be true after all. I know you’re not very good about keeping in touch, Wells, but this is taking it a little far, don’t you think? When were you going to tell us?"

"Marie is Glenn’s wife, and Donovan is their son," Welkin explained to Snape and Minerva.

"I’ll fill you in on all the details from the past year later, Glenn. Do you want to hold Sully?" She took him from Minerva, and placed him in Glenn’s arms.

"Hello, little man," he said. "I’m your uncle, Glenn." He stroked the mass of black hair on Sully’s head, which always seemed to be in disarray. Thank God that the baby looked normal, at least, considering what his father looked like, Glenn thought.

Glenn shifted his attention to look at Snape again. He gave a casual once-over to the long, dark robes, the long, dark hair, and the unsmiling, severe face.

"Wells tells me that you’re a wizard," he remarked. "When she was a kid, she’d always cry until I gave in and let her watch that damn Wizard of Oz movie on tv every year. It kind of figures that she’d end up marrying one of you guys. It could have been worse, I guess. You could have had big, pointy ears, and been that Vulcan dude, Dr. Spock." Glenn laughed.

"Mister Spock," Welkin corrected him.

Snape narrowed his eyes, wondering suspiciously who this Spock person was, and just how intimately Welkin had known him. He would have to ask her later, when they were in the privacy of their bedchamber.

"I do not think that he approves of me as your husband," Snape told Welkin as she was getting ready for bed later that evening.

Welkin, Snape, and Welkin’s brother, Glenn, had spent a few hours in their chambers chatting, before she escorted him to the quarters that had been prepared for him for the night. Welkin and Glenn had actually done most of the chatting, catching up on the news of each other’s lives, with Severus listening, and answering an occasional question that Glenn threw out to him.

"Don’t be silly. Of course, he approves of you," Welkin protested. "Glenn’s just a little bit conservative, that’s all. He’s not used to somebody as…" Welkin searched for an appropriate word. "...as exotic as you," she finally settled on. "But, he’s a really good guy. He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. He just likes to tease people, that’s all."

"He told me I had 'girl' hair." Snape frowned, putting down his quill pen. He was sitting at the writing desk, going over some of his students' essays. "And he persists in calling me ‘sour cat’," Snape complained. "I do not understand why," he said, looking sour.

"Well, that proves that he likes you. He wouldn’t call you 'sour cat' if he didn’t. He only gives nicknames to people if he likes them," Welkin said, trying to soothe Snape’s ruffled pride. "He was only teasing you about your hair, Severus. I told you, he’s conservative. He’s never had his hair long in his life. He doesn’t drink. He mostly doesn’t curse. He follows all the rules. He hardly ever gets angry. He’s a real straight arrow," Welkin said.

"You are sure he is your brother?" Snape asked with mock disbelief.

"Positive." Welkin had finished her bedtime preparations, and crawled into bed. Sully was already fast asleep in his cradle.

"How did Dumbledore know where to contact him?"

"Before we left to meet Voldemort at the Malfoys, I gave Albus a note with his address in Dallas. I wanted to make sure if anything happened to the both of us that night, that there would be someone to take Sully, and keep him safe.

"I guess Albus decided to contact him as a surprise for me. I haven’t seen Glenn in six years, and that was at his wedding to Marie. I’ve only seen pictures of my nephew, Donovan, and he’s…I think he’s three," she guessed. "I’m not very good at staying in touch. Marie has asked me to visit lots of times, but something always seems to come up. We’ve mostly just traded emails in the past several years. Albus says Glenn can only stay one day. He has to leave before supper tomorrow. He combined this trip with a convention in London that he’s attending for the company he works for."

Snape knew something that Welkin didn’t. Dumbledore had told him that one of the reasons he had visited the dwindling Cooper clan in Texas, was expressly to gather what additional information he could about the family. Glenn Cooper, though reticent to talk much about the family history, had reluctantly loaned him a journal written by their late grandmother, with the stipulation that it be passed on to Welkin when Albus was through examining it.

"I am pleased for you that you have gotten to see your brother," Snape said thoughtfully. "Even if he does not favor me as someone who should be married to you."

"Yes, he does! Stop saying that. But even if he didn’t, I wouldn’t give a flying fuck. I happen to favor you plenty, and you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life, Severus Snape. You’re my family now - you and Sully."

Deciding that was enough discussion on that tiresome subject, Welkin suddenly threw back the coverlet, and struck a reclining pose, letting the deep side slit in her emerald green nightgown fall open to expose the length of one lovely leg, up to the hip. She smiled invitingly.

Snape smiled back. "Welkin, are you attempting to seduce me?" he asked hopefully.

"Me? Never. No, sir - no way - no how. But why don’t you put away the essays for tonight, and move that hot wizard ass of yours on over here? Show me how much you appreciate me. That is, unless that girly hair of yours has sapped all of your testosterone, and you’d rather just go to sleep?" she challenged.

Snape rose from his chair and strode towards her at a deliberate pace. Stopping in front of her, he looked down, letting his eyes rove boldly over her reclining curves.

"I’ll show you how girly I am," he promised her, assuming the voice he used to intimidate his students. He let his robe fall to the floor, revealing his partial erection. "Does this look effeminate to you?"

"Hell, no!" she conceded, staring appreciatively. "Something tells me I’m going to have to buy another new nightgown," she predicted, seeing the look of determination on Severus’s face. Her husband definitely had the look of a man with something to prove. She would have to insult his masculinity more often, if this was the result.

"Something tells me that you are right, my pet," Snape agreed, grasping the juncture of the split in her gown in both hands, and ripping it asunder.

"She’s pretty good with that thing, isn’t she?" Glenn commented to Snape, as they stood watching Welkin practice dueling with her wand with Dumbledore. Welkin had spent the day touring Hogwarts with Glenn, even dropping in on one of Snape’s classes, to quietly observe for a while. Now, Glenn was due to leave for London in under an hour.

"Yes. She is coming along quite well in nearly all of her lessons," Snape agreed.

"I have to be honest with you, Severus. I have some misgivings about Wells being with you. We don’t cotton to all this magic business in our family - never have - no matter what all those old family stories and legends say."

Cotton to? Snape thought. There was that odd American term again.

"Really?" Snape said coldly. "I was not aware of any misgivings that you might have."

"It’s nothing against you - honestly, it isn’t. Wells really loves you, that much is plain, and I think you make her happy, but she’s my baby sister, and I just don’t want to see her get hurt. Wells has always kind of stuck out like a sore thumb, anyway, and our family is all about trying to blend in. When you seem like everybody else, you’re not a target. Marrying a wizard, and learning magic, is not blending in."

"Has it ever occurred to you that she might now be where she has always belonged? She has magic in her bloodline, as do you, whether you care to embrace it or not," Snape told him. "Here, in my world, she is blending in." He averted his coal-black eyes from Glenn’s crystal-clear blue ones.

"Maybe you’re right," Glenn told him. "I guess I just need to know one thing, really. Wells loves you. I just need to hear from your lips that you feel the same about her - and look me in the eyes when you tell me - I’ll know if it’s true, if I can see your eyes."

Snape looked him in the eyes. "I would give my life for Welkin," he said succinctly.

Glenn stared at him a long while, as if considering what to say. He finally reached out his hand to Snape for a parting handshake. Snape clasped his hand firmly. "Take care of her, Severus," he told Snape. "...and you’re welcome at our home in Dallas, anytime." He picked up his travel bag, and walked off in Welkin’s direction to tell her goodbye.

"What did you say to Glenn this afternoon?" Welkin asked him curiously, between sips of her coffee. "He told me if I ever thought of leaving you, I’d be crazy, and he’d have me committed."

Snape looked surprised, but pleased. "The truth, my dear Welkin. I only told him the truth."
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Chapter 20 - The Family Plan