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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 24 - Prelude to a Party

Severus and Welkin are separated and miserable. Severus tries frantically to get Welkin to believe him about what she saw. Dumbledore once again steps in with a scheme to try to reunite the two.

For the next few days, the same sad scenario repeated itself. Severus would position himself outside the door to Welkin’s quarters in the North Tower, and stay there for hours, begging and pleading with her to listen to reason and open the door. He appealed to her logic, and her sense of justice and fair play. He appealed to her on the basis of their marriage vows, for better or for worse. Most often, he appealed to her based on their love for each other, assuring her over and over that he had not been unfaithful to her, but Welkin stubbornly refused to open the door, repeating her litany that he had lied to her once too often for her to believe him now.

Frustrated and distraught, Snape tried to magically force his way into her room, without success. Welkin had used more advanced charms to secure the doors and walls too well for that. He finally managed to get a foot in the door when there was a delivery of items needed for Sullivan, but with a fierce glare, Welkin backed him out at wand-point and slammed the door again.

His Potions classes had been taught by a substitute for the past two days, causing both elation and puzzlement among many of Snape’s students. Snape was never ill, and he had never missed a class in collective memory. What could be keeping him away? Also, Welkin had not been seen for two days. The rumor mill began again, as it had so often where they were concerned.

Late in the evening, when he was finally forced to abandon his vigil outside Welkin’s door, Snape dejectedly returned to their quarters in the dungeons, and spent the rest of the evening drinking and staring at Welkin’s picture. It was a candid shot of her, which he had purchased from Colin Creevy before he and Welkin were married.

In the quiet of their bedchamber, made lonely and depressing again by Welkin’s absence, Severus studied Welkin’s moving image, as she pointed at the Whomping Willow tree in the distance and turned towards the camera with her bright smile, her dark coppery-auburn hair blowing in the breeze, and her smile finally fading away, leaving her with a puzzled, more solemn expression, her rosebud mouth looking slightly pouty and kissable to him.

When he could no longer stand the sweet torture of looking at Welkin’s picture, he would put it away and try to sleep, with varying levels of success. Severus had not cried since Lily had died, but he did so now, not bothering any longer to fight or control the urge. He was in utter misery. He might as well let himself wallow in it. Welkin had left him, and he could not win her back. He feared that he would be without her, alone again, for 'forever and always'. His worst nightmare was coming true.

High in the North Tower, Welkin was faring no better than Snape. When she wasn’t feeding or caring for Sully, she was lying on her bed crying, or trying to distract herself so that she would not replay in her mind the awful scene she had happened upon in the library. Why did he have to ruin everything? She loved him more than anything or anyone. Why hadn’t that been enough for him? He had sworn to her that he loved her, and that had been a lie too, like everything else.

The thought of leaving this world and never seeing him again tormented her nearly every agonizing minute of the day. How could she make herself go? Yet, she had to. He had wounded her heart and her pride too deeply to relent to him this time. His love for her was a lie, if he could treat her feelings for him with such callous disregard.

At times, she doubted the evidence of infidelity that her own eyes had shown her. What if Severus really was telling her the truth this time? What if Hermione had thrown herself at him, and he had wanted no part of her? But no – that couldn’t be – could it? Hermione was much too reserved to have made such an aggressive play for her teacher, and she was much younger than Severus, and without guile. Severus must have been the aggressor. But, what if she was wrong, and she really had accused Severus unjustly?

The question would nag Welkin until she fell into a fitful sleep, often awakened by terrible, vivid dreams of Voldemort where she was being manhandled by the monster, as Severus sat in the same room, impassively watching – not trying to help her – merely smirking at her as the Dark Lord flung her onto a hard, stone slab and climbed atop her, leering down at her grotesquely, as he prepared to violate her. "Mor-gan-a!" Voldemort would hiss her middle name into her ear, as she felt his deathly cold member thrust into her, his claw-like hands around her throat, squeezing so hard that she could barely breathe.

It was at precisely this point each time that Welkin would awaken in a panic, drenched with sweat, her heart racing. She had dreamed the same thing four times in the past two nights. It was disturbing and horrifying to her, but Severus was not there to comfort her, as he used to do when one of her dreams disturbed her.

Despite her repeated assertions to herself, and to Severus, that she hated and loathed him, Welkin knew that was a damnable lie. She still loved him, God help her, no matter what he had done. She would always love him, even if she had every reason not to anymore.

"Severus!" Welkin sobbed, after the last time she awoke from the nightmare, and had finally managed to calm herself. "If only it didn’t matter to me so much what you did with Hermione. I still love you so much! I don't want to leave you!"

Looking hollow-eyed from lack of sleep, Snape sat in his usual seat at the head table in the Great Hall, picking at the food on his plate, moving it around randomly as he tried to concentrate on something besides Welkin. Welkin’s seat to his left, between him and Dumbledore, remained as empty as his heart.

Minerva, seated to Snape’s right, suddenly touched his arm. "Severus, Welkin is here," she said gently.

Snape looked up and saw her walking down the center aisle, Sullivan in her arms, and his carry bag of baby essentials slung over her left shoulder. His heart leapt in his chest. Had she finally relented? But no, she had not. His hopes were dashed as Welkin walked past the Gryffindor table, pointedly ignoring Hermione, and moved to the Slytherin table where Draco Malfoy was seated. Snape saw her mouth something to Draco. Goyle, one of Draco’s dim-witted companions, who was seated next to Draco, immediately rose to his feet and moved over one space, allowing Welkin to seat herself there with Sullivan.

Snape’s heart plunged back into the dungeon of his despair. He wanted so much to go to her, but could not chance her rejection of him in front of all the students and faculty. Perhaps if he approached her after the meal, on pretense of visitation with his child? Yes, he thought – that might work. While he was visiting with Sullivan, perhaps Welkin would allow him to talk to her as well. It was well worth the effort to try. He fed himself a few forkfuls of the food on his plate, feeling a bit more hopeful again.

Hermione stole a look at Welkin, seated at the Slytherin table next to Draco. She suddenly had no appetite for the food on her plate. As embarrassed and mortified as she was, she had been prepared to apologize profusely to Professor Snape for her behavior, and to Welkin, if she would let her. She had gone repeatedly to Snape’s office to do so in the last two days, but he had not been in.

To see Professor Snape and Welkin seated apart, both looking so miserable, intensified Hermione’s feelings of guilt. She had practically assaulted the man with no provocation or encouragement from him at all. Whatever possessed her to do such an impulsive and morally questionable thing? The only good thing that had come of it was that, based on his reactions, Hermione was now certain that Snape’s feelings for Welkin were genuine, and Hermione’s own infatuation with him had cooled considerably in the past two days filled with self-recrimination.

Even if Hermione did not understand Professor Snape’s relationship with Welkin, it had obviously worked for them; at least, it had up until the moment that Hermione had forced herself into it by kissing Professor Snape, and Welkin had seen it.

There was still one other thing that Hermione didn’t understand. If Hermione could see that Snape truly loved Welkin, why couldn’t Welkin?

Hermione pushed the food around on her plate, feeling very much like the 'wretched girl' that Snape had called her.

Hermione felt eyes on her, and looked to her side to discover Ron Weasley staring at her.

"Uhh...your hair looks very nice today, Hermione," Ron hesitantly told her, trying to sound nonchalant about it. He looked down at his food again.

"Really? You think so? Why…thank you, Ron," Hermione replied. Wonder of wonders – a compliment from Ron Weasley. Perhaps miracles really did happen. She smiled a little, and stole another glance at him, catching him looking at her again. They both looked away shyly.

When the meal was over, and Snape saw Welkin get up to leave, he hurried to the entrance of the Great Hall and waited for her just outside the door. As she exited and saw him, she tried to rush past him, but he reached out to touch her arm, halting her.

"Welkin, I would like visitation with our child, please. Surely, you will not deny me that, even if you will not speak with me."

Welkin studied him, noting the haggard look to his face. He looks really terrible, she thought. She did not take any personal satisfaction in the fact that he did.

"Well…I guess I…don’t see any harm in that. You are his father, after all." She handed over Sully to him, and removed the diaper bag from her shoulder, holding it out to him. "There is breast milk in a bottle inside. You’ll have to warm it a little. Not too much. Please try to have him back to me by ten o'clock. Don't bother coming with him yourself. Send him with one of the prefects." Welkin didn't want another scene with Severus trying to force his way into her room again.

"You are not staying to monitor our visit?" Snape asked, sounding disappointed.

"I don’t see the point of that. It’s not like you’re going to run off with him." She thought about it. "You aren’t going to run off with him, are you?" she asked a little sharply.

"Of course not!" Snape protested, hurt at her implied suggestion that he might.

"Okay, then. Just one more thing. I don’t want you having him around your little girlfriend. Do me that courtesy, at least."

"Welkin, she is my student and nothing more than that. What you saw was her venting her adolescent hormones on me without my consent. Totally without my consent," he added with emphasis.

"Yeah, well…it looked pretty consensual to me," Welkin replied. She forced herself to walk away, biting her lip as she did, and blinking to keep the new tears from falling.

Snape felt his heart lurch as he watched her walk away from him. When she was gone, he looked down at Sullivan. Sully looked up at him and smiled.

Dumbledore gazed at the intensely strange, but fascinating sight of Severus Snape bottle-feeding his son, as he considered what sage advice to give to the younger wizard.

"Without information as to what has caused this separation, I’m not sure that I can be of much help," he finally said. "My advice to you, however, is that you heal this rift as quickly as possible. The longer that it remains, the more damage there will be, in my opinion."

"But, how can I do that, if she will not talk with me?"

Albus pondered the problem, as Snape lifted Sullivan against his shoulder and began to rub his back, as he had seen Welkin do. He was not exactly sure why this was necessary, but it apparently was, and he followed Welkin’s lead in such matters.

"I might be able to help you after all, Severus. Or at least put you into a setting where Welkin might be more susceptible to discussing things with you. The Weasley Christmas party is the perfect occasion. I have an invitation as well, and I will convince Welkin to change her mind about not attending. In a social setting, she will be less likely to want to create a scene, and may be more approachable. She does like a good party, and if need be, I will keep her well supplied with the spiked beverage that is always available at these events for the adults in attendance."

"You are going to get her inebriated?" Snape queried, raising both eyebrows.

"Only if absolutely necessary, my dear boy." Dumbledore smiled at him. "If your ‘natural charm’ does not convince her, then we shall get her a little bit plastered," Albus said.

"I am not sure that this sounds like a wise course of action," Snape said hesitantly.

"Perhaps your shattered romance simply needs a little liquid lubrication to help you repair it. I strongly advise you to be at that party, Severus," Dumbledore instructed. "I am setting up the situation for you, but you must woo Welkin yourself. Do not ignore this opportunity. There may not be another," he warned.

Dumbledore watched Severus closely, seeing that he was considering it. Perhaps he just needed a little something to push him over the edge.

"Of course, if you don’t attend, I’m sure there will be plenty of handsome wizards there who will be more than happy to dance with Welkin, and keep her properly entertained. At least she will get a pleasant evening out of it."

Snape suddenly pictured Welkin in the 'killer of a dress' that she had purchased for the event, her body on display for every would-be Lothario within one hundred miles of the Burrow, and hastily made up his mind. "I shall most certainly attend!"
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 24 - Prelude to a Party