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**********DISCLAIMER************* Everything is JKR�s,
I just wish I had it.

Professor and Snapelets are alive,
but the woman in their lives doesn�t know this�will
she stay true to their memory or let another man console her in her time of
loss? And will the author�s sense of
humor come shining through in time to save the story from disaster?

Read on��

Lemon warning! Story
may contain graphic descriptions/flashbacks which could result in shortness of
breath, heart palpitations, the desire to view all available copies of existing
HP dvds and, in some cases, a little gas.

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Professor Severus Snape stared at
Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry, with a horrified expression on his
face. NINE YEARS! How could he have gone nine years ahead? The Turner was never supposed to be used to
go forward � disaster could strike!
Well, it already had, he told himself ruefully. But how to undo the
damage? Hermione was the one who
always used the thing, and she followed the rules conscientiously to avoid
paradox. He had learned early on in their relationship to never let emotions,
especially surprise, show on his face � all thanks to the damned thing around
his neck. She had enjoyed the hell out
of popping up out of nowhere and seeing him look wildly around in confusion,
subsequently never letting him forget it.
�It�s like your hair has a mind of
its own, the way you�re whirling around, Severus,� she�d teased. It wasn�t often that he let her get the best
of him-that she was aware of- but to see her again, he�d gladly suffer anything
she could throw at him.

Shifting the weight of the sleeping twins in his arms, he
entered the castle. The lights burned
bright inside, and he could hear faint voices, like echoes in the stone. He carried his precious cargo down to the
dungeon level where his family�s rooms were� where they USED to be, he
corrected himself. Would they still be
there? He gained access easily, noting
as he did so the preservation spell at work.
Laying the sleeping children down into their beds, he swept around the
rest of the quarters and ended his restless walk by the fireplace, looking at
the wizard photos that were displayed there.

He slowly reached out a pale, elegant hand to touch the
glass housing a picture of Hermione, hugely pregnant with their children. She was so beautiful, he thought, feeling a
pricking behind his dark eyes. He
thought back to when she had thought she might be in love with that wanker Ronald Weasley, when the
two were 14 and 15. He�d never deducted
so many points in his entire teaching career when he found the two necking in
the hall. His lips twisted in a sardonic
smile. He�d put that ginger-haired ignoramus
firmly in his place when he began to
court the young witch, and put the thick-headed dimwit on notice when she
turned eighteen�Weasley hadn�t even kissed her cheek
at the wedding, he was so terrified of his friend�s bridegroom.

On the walk up to the castle, a thought had occurred to him
and confirmation of his fear had come as soon as he had heard the voices and
the brightly lit sconces lining the hallways.

He, along with his two-year-old children, would have to wait
for nine years to be restored to the �normal� world, as well as to
Hermione. That meant that he would
reappear with them just in time to send them with the other first years to be
sorted into their Houses. That meant
that he would have to raise them, and teach them about all things in life as
well as magic, alone.

He spent the rest of the night looking at the photo album
his wife had lovingly prepared, an occasional tear falling onto the pictures as
he slowly turned the pages. At first
light when he heard the twins stirring in the next room, he prepared for the
hardest teaching assignment of his life.

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Hermione Snape was dreaming, as she often did, about her
lost husband and children.

She
walked through the heavy oak door and dropped her books onto the side table
with a sigh of relief. �Well, that�s
done with for today,� she said with feeling.
She had had to teach her class all about the �rules� of dating in the muggle world, incorporating �who-to� books and magazines
such as Cosmopolitan. Unfortunately, she
had accidentally grabbed the Cosmo issue containing the yearly �Kama Sutra� section, and chaos
had reigned when a third-year had discovered it.

Walking
into the main room, she was pleased to discover that the house elves had left
dinner on the table, overcoming their natural fright of her husband (for
once). �Severus! Are you here?� She called, moving down the
side hall to the twins� room. She found
her love in the doorway, sitting on the floor as he studied the parchment in his
hands, occasionally glancing from the paper to the two small mounds of blankets
in the cribs. He looked up at her and
smiled slightly, his expression going from serious to loving instantly. Her heart swelled with love for the Potions
Master, and she dropped to her knees to fling herself in his strong arms. His hands stroked her hair as he pressed her
against his powerful chest, and she sighed happily. �You have no idea of the day I�ve just had, Sev.�

Her
husband had laughed in that way that sent shivers dancing up and down her
spine, and looked at her with intense eyes.
�Let�s go in the next room, and I can make it better,� he purred
suggestively and she melted against him, giggling. �That�s a yes, I take it.�

He
scooped her up easily and, after laying a silencing charm around the children�s
room so no noise would wake them but so they would hear if the twins
awoke, carried her into the main sitting room beside the fire, tossing her onto
the couch. He was about to join her when
his eyes fell upon the magazines she had brought home, and he flipped to the
section advertised on the cover swiftly as she waited. He scanned the pages, taking note of the
interesting positions and their ridiculous names, his trained memory absorbing
all the details instantly. He then
turned towards his wife and tossed the magazine over his shoulder, giving her a
look that made her laugh. Advancing upon
her using his best menacing glide, she burst into hilarity �he always told her
that she giggled more than a Hufflepuff first year
caught with love potion ingredients. She
stopped laughing abruptly as he threw off his outer robes and covered her with
his body.

Desire
coursed through her, as it always did when she was in close proximity to
him. They kissed passionately and she
clutched his shoulders and long black hair as he moved from her mouth to feed
on her neck. �Ohhhh,
Severusssss,� She moaned as his mouth blazed a trail
down to her breasts, licking the rounded tops of them as he unbuttoned her
robes and undid the clasp of her lacy green and silver bra. No matter how often he had touched her since
her 18^th birthday, it always seemed to feel
like it was the first time. Her
professor licked and sucked her nipples gently at first but increasingly harder
since she had informed him that a little more �ooomph�
was necessary when dealing with them.
She felt his hardness against her thigh and wiggled against it, highly
satisfied when he obligingly rubbed himself against her. She wanted to feel him in her hand badly, and
reached down to free him from the black trousers � unlacing them, she felt a
thrill as he raised his hips to allow her to accomplish her mission. His rock hard erection sprang into her hands
and she was delighted to hear him moan her name as she closed her fingers
around his engorged cock.

She
pushed him up so that he was sitting straddling her body as she pumped him
slowly. �Take your coat off,� she
commanded, giving his stiff penis a squeeze to accent her demand. He writhed his hips
as he obeyed, breathing hard as she sped her movements. He divested himself of his black long sleeved
shirt as well without having to be asked � the one time she had needed to ask,
she had withheld his climax until he was begging for release, bringing him to
the edge time and time again then releasing him from any stimulation.

She
shivered, taking in the sight of him undressing above her while she held the
most sensitive part of him in her hands�his skin was the color of cream, and
covered a powerfully muscled frame � he was thin, but no person in their right
mind would ever pick a fight with him, even without magic. Reaching up, she caught one of his hands and
brought it down to cover hers. �Take over
for a little,� she grinned, intent on stripping off her clothes as she lay still
under him. He leaned over and placed his
left hand beside her head to brace himself so he could
lean forward to give her a better view while at the same time allowing her
freedom to disrobe. She licked her lips
and watched his right hand encircle his swollen cock, moving back and
forth. She never tired of watching him
do this�some might call her mad, but if there was one thing she always enjoyed,
it was watching a well-endowed man stroking himself off. And Severus certainly fit the bill. When she had turned eighteen, one of the
first acts she had requested, her birthday present, was that he masturbate for her.
She had been so turned on that she returned the favor as soon as his
palm made contact with the lovely piece of flesh between his legs.

Anticipating
her desire as soon as she was nude, he leaned forward further and, grasping his
aching member at the root, rubbed the tip over her moistened lips. He slid himself over her until she began
digging her nails into his muscled buttocks, urging him higher. Knowing what she wanted, he lifted his
erection to press against his flat stomach and she lifted her head to suck at
his balls, dragging a groan from him.

Needing
to be inside her, he lifted himself out of her mouth and shifted down between
her legs, testing her with a finger. She
was hot, wet, and more than ready for him and he made to put his mouth there
first when she stopped him. �Inside me, now.�

He
obliged her and fitted himself inside her, pressing
forward and making her scream with pleasure.
He thrust steadily, obeying when she gasped, �Faster!� then pounded into
her pussy until she began to wail his name � her walls closed around his cock
as she climaxed, and the pressure grew too much. He placed both hands on either side of her
head, rising up and throwing his head back in a shower of ebony hair as he
groaned her name, emptying himself into her.

Hermione woke with a start, feeling the last vestiges of
orgasm leave her and she snatched her hand out of her damp panties. She began to weep as she found herself alone,
in the small bedroom without the sleeping weight of Severus beside her. She had managed for years to forget the urges
he had ignited when they had been together, what was
wrong with her? In a few weeks, it would
be nine years to the day when her loved ones had died and left her alone, a day
when her darlings should have been in the Sorting Ceremony. Albus had assured
her that she needn�t attend, and the rest of the students and staff had been
tip-toeing around her as though she were a time bomb that would explode at any
minute. During the years she had myriad
visits from Ron and Harry, for which she was grateful, but Ron had had the
audacity to assume that he could take her husband�s place! And he was married, as well! She had informed him in no uncertain terms
that she would never take another lover� she may have been widowed at twenty,
but she still loved her professor and children and no man could ever take their
place. Besides, she told him that if he
kept it up, she was sure her Severus would haunt him from the grave for sure �
he had turned green, apologized profusely, and never brought it up again. Severus had put the fear of god into him and
the aversion apparently still held.

She drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

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�Oy! Keep
up, midget!� Salazar Snape roared,
sprinting along the corridor as he grasped the broom tightly. His sister glared at him as she raced after
him, incensed at the insult. She was
exactly the same height! How dare he! When she told
dad.... her thoughts of retribution stuttered to a halt as she saw her brother
go sprawling across the floor, having tripped on a bootlace. She trotted past, giggling at his sour
expression.

�Dad says to always make sure your laces are tied so that
doesn�t haaa-pppennn,� she sang gleefully as she
skipped down the stairs to the dungeons.
She pushed open the door to the Potions room and slipped inside silently
so as to not disturb her father. He was
always very strict about them following the rules when around potion
ingredients, and she feverently agreed, having
suffered a bad burn when she had not been paying attention. He had healed her immediately, of course, but
that episode had taught her the value of caution. He straightened and looked over at her
waiting patiently at a bench as Salazar came in, his black hair wild and
disheveled. �Dad, you should have seen
it, he tripped over his big feet again,� she announced.

Severus looked over at his son and shook his head. �What
have I told you about your boots? And
running all over creation?� He shifted
dark eyes to his daughter. �I suppose you were racing�again.�

The twins looked at each other and back at him
innocently. �Of course not,� they chorused,
making him sigh. It was amazing. They had grown up here with him being the
only other person they had seen since the age of two, and somehow they managed
to be just as maddening as every other child he had ever met.

He pushed his hair out of his face and took note of what
they were carrying. �So it�s flying
lessons today, is it,� he drawled in his deep voice, watching how they wriggled
in their seats excitedly.

�Daaaadddd!
You KNOW it is! Can we start? Huh? Can
we?� Salazar begged, his brown eyes
shining with enthusiasm. His twin sister
turned a begging gaze upon him as well with those eyes that so eerily matched
his.

�Technically, you�re not even supposed to be doing magic
yet, if your mother were here she would have something to say about it. Not to mention having a heart attack that you
would be flying before Madam Hooch had a crack at you.�

Mention of their mother made them glance at each other
solemnly � they knew their father sorely missed her and loved her very much as
he had told them both stories about her and showed them her pictures
often. They missed her as well, and
couldn�t wait until they saw her again � Severus made sure that she was always
in their hearts and minds and ensured that they would not forget her. He had told them that after they turned
eleven they would get to see her. He had
kept no secrets from them, but had told them what had happened and how he
believed that they would be sent back to her.
They couldn�t wait and learned eagerly, as to impress her when they were
reunited.

Severus had taught them about everything he could think of,
utilizing a pensieve and the huge library, not to
mention Potions, which they excelled in.
He hadn�t even left out Muggle Studies, but
had taught them all he knew so they would be aware of the non-magic world and
able to function in it. The twins were
also fairly good at spells and incantations, even though it had been a
hair-raising time for him when he found them spare wands � the spells didn�t
always work as the wands weren�t exactly right, but he thought Hermione would
enjoy taking them to Ollivander�s. He had been determined to make up for the
lack of love in his own childhood and their own lack of a mother and he knew
they loved their father.

Now he cleared his expression of the sadness that always
seemed to find him when thinking of Hermione and smiled at his children. �Well, then, let�s go.� He took his own broom, a racing model that his
petite wife had gifted him with knowing that he loved to fly. The twins chattered to each other as they
walked out to the Quidditch pitch, and the
instruction started. �Hold your right
hand over the broom and say �up�,� he said.
Minutes later they were all hovering above the ground,
Sal and Tessa�s face alight with joy.

�This is great, dad!�

�Yeah, it�s cool!
Let�s see YOU fly, dad.�

He smiled slightly.
Where had the impudent Tessa learned THAT word? He certainly didn�t use it � she was like a
miniature of his wife, he decided, looking at her lovingly. �Very well, but dismount first. I don�t want you careening into a wall by
accident.� They did so, and watched as
he pushed off strongly and bent over the handle of the broom, streaking towards
the rings of the pitch. As he reached
them, he flipped the broom into a roll and flashed back towards the ground at
breakneck speed. He heard Salazar cheer as he halted the broom a handspan from the ground in front of them. �Now, don�t tell your mother you saw me do
that.� They nodded in complicity and he
continued their instruction until they announced that they were hungry.

He ushered him back into their rooms and flooed
down to the kitchens. As there had
always been ever since they had arrived and he had worried about feeding two
growing children, there was food there.
The larder was never-spoiling, having been enchanted, but replenished
itself automatically. He supposed that
when time caught up to them, the kitchens would suffer from a deficit, so he
always left a pile of coin in the corner of an empty cupboard each year to make
up for the loss.

He prepared lunch for all three of them and it was sent up
to their table with a wave of his wand.
They loved it when the food �just appeared�. He checked the time table he had drawn up as
he strode back to the room and noted that the day he had waited so long for was
only 24 hours away. He ate hurriedly and
began to prepare. The voices in the
halls, growing ever clearer, had been joined by blurs of color and the keep�s
clocks had started winding, the hands whirring around wildly. As the night wore on and he was too tense to
sleep, he noticed that he could see the faint outlines of people, although they
still moved at an unnatural speed, flicking by so fast that he couldn�t tell
them apart. He endeavored to find his
wife, but was defeated by the speed at which they passed.

He would see her soon�.

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A/N: Thanks so much
to all my reviewers Don, Beeky63, SnapesPet30, Shdwcat27
and as always, the wonderful Emmie! Yes, I thought you might enjoy the horse bit,
part of a �hung like a�� gag that I just couldn�t resist even though Sev seems more like a dragon animagus.
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