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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 30 - Heritage

The Ministry confirms Welkin's ancestry. Citing a possible new threat, Dumbledore cautions Welkin and Severus again to maintain secrecy about it. Snape and Welkin reflect on the old year and make plans to usher in the new one in Hogsmeade.

"Do you know how many uses the Druids had for mistletoe? Too many to count, apparently. They attributed all sorts of miraculous powers to the plant," Welkin told Snape. She sat on the edge of their bed, perusing one of his Christmas gifts to her - a thick book about Druid culture, customs and magical tradition. It was a special edition that only existed in the Wizarding World.

"It’s amazing how much information is in here, including a lot about my supposed ancestor, Morgan le Fay. There isn’t a lot of reliable information known about the early Druids in my world. This is just fascinating. Thank you for this, Severus. This is my favorite gift of all the ones you gave me. It was sweet of you to get me something to teach me more about my heritage," Welkin said appreciatively.

"I am pleased that you approve of my selection," Snape told her. "Do you miss your Muggle world a great deal?" he asked. Snape had noticed that she still referred to the Muggle world as her world, and it concerned him.

Welkin considered his question seriously. "Not that much really. If I’m truthful, yes - some things I do miss - but not nearly as much as I thought I might. I guess this really is my world now."

"I am happy that you feel that way," Snape told her quietly, feeling relieved.

Welkin took off her reading glasses, put down the book and walked over to the chair where he sat, sensing that he was feeling a little insecure. He let her settle into his lap, and put her arms around his neck. "My world is wherever you are," she told him. You’re my world. Will you kiss me, my handsome wizard?" she asked him, engaging in their private ritual.

"Always with the greatest of pleasure, my sweet enchantress," he answered her, just before their lips joined in a lingering caress.

"Thank you for this year of great happiness," Snape told her when the kiss ended. "Thank you for Sullivan," he added solemnly. "You have given me back my life, and given life to our son. I love you, Welkin. Merry Christmas, my pet." His love for her soared in his heart, fierce as a falcon and gentle as a dove.

Welkin felt like crying suddenly, just because she was so happy. The love she felt for Severus was almost too much to bear. Her heart ached with it, and she felt if he said one more beautiful word to her, that it might burst.

"I love you more than anything in both worlds. I want you to know that I’m so happy and proud to belong to you, Severus. I couldn’t ever wish for anything greater than that as long as I live - or for a better father for Sully." Her cheeks suddenly flushed pink. It was a rare sight where Welkin was concerned. It was also a very pretty sight, Severus thought, as he happily drew Welkin to him for another sweet, unhurried kiss.

"It has been confirmed," Dumbledore told them as they sat together with him at a table in the Great Hall, far enough apart from others that their conversation could not be heard. "There is no doubt of it. You are quite definitely the descendant of the legendary Morgan le Fay." He pushed Welkin’s grandmother’s journal across the table to her. "I am returning this. It should make most interesting reading for you now."

Welkin took the journal and stuck it in the side pocket of Sully’s diaper bag. "So, what exactly does this mean for us?"

"It means, my dear, that both you and your son are heir to a very powerful bloodline. Your son possibly even more so than yourself, since he also partakes of Severus’s bloodline, which is a powerful one in its own right. Do you remember your prediction when you were pregnant, Welkin?" Dumbledore asked her.

"Prediction? About Sully, you mean? I didn’t think of it as a prediction. It was just a feeling that I had that our son would be a very great wizard some day."

Snape looked at her with interest. "You predicted this?"

"I don’t like to call it a prediction. It’s more a feeling of great certainty that I get about things at times. Cooper’s Intuition, we used to call it in our family. Sometimes I just know things," Welkin shrugged.

"I must tell you that this news of your ancestry created quite a stir among the upper echelon hierarchy at the Ministry," Albus told them. "It is a bloodline that was thought to be extinct before this information surfaced. We will try to contain the news to a small inner circle. Voldemort must never know about it. As your dreams have warned you, Welkin, it would be most dangerous. He would seek to use you to attract new recuits to his ranks of Death Eaters at the very least, and to found a dynasty through you, at the very worst, as your dreams have indicated. In pursuit of such a goal, I am certain that he would try to destroy Sullivan to assure that only his son, and his alone, inherited the power and prestige transmitted through you."

"Not Sully!" Welkin gasped, shaking her head in denial. She moved Sully from her lap to her shoulder, and clutched him tightly. Severus pulled Welkin against himself and automatically placed a protective hand on his son’s tiny head. "I will let nothing harm either him or you," he told her calmly.

Welkin looked at him and felt her fear for Sully quickly subside. She believed in Severus, and she believed in herself combined with him. They were meant to be. Nothing could ever split them asunder, or truly harm them.

"Nothing can harm any of us. Together, we’re invincible, Severus. Voldemort can’t touch us," she told him.

Albus was glad to hear Welkin speak with such conviction. Hopefully, this was one of those instances she had spoken of as a feeling of great certainty about the future. He hoped that the invincibility she spoke of also extended to Harry Potter, who was the linchpin in his plan to defeat Voldemort.

"Sully really loves the stuffed toy snake that you got him for Christmas," Welkin told Severus. "He always turns his head towards it when I put it in the cradle with him, and he likes to put it in his mouth."

"He likes to put everything in his mouth," Snape said, not particularly impressed with Welkin’s news.

"True," she agreed, "but I think he knows that his Daddy got it especially for him, and that’s why he’s so crazy about it."

Snape looked skeptical. He lay on his side in bed, watching Welkin intently as she took off her robe and draped it over his chair, before sliding into bed next to him. He immediately gathered her into his arms. "I like to put things in my mouth too," he hinted.

"Yeah, how well I know it." Welkin laughed her throaty laugh as his hands began to rove over her. "I like to nibble on a snake every now and then myself," she admitted. "Don’t tell Albus, though. He’ll probably just want to watch. He’s Hogwarts’ resident voyeur, you know."

Snape tugged the neckline of her nightgown down, and grasped one of her breasts, massaging it firmly.

"Before you get too engrossed with that, we should talk about how we’re going to celebrate the New Year."

Snape stopped squeezing her breast briefly to consider their plans for New Year's Eve. "I think we should definitely make love," he announced. "It will start the new year out in an appropriate and propitious manner."

"I know you’re being facetious, but there really is an old superstition that says that whatever you do on New Year’s day, you’ll be doing all year long."

"We should make love many, many times then," Snape corrected his earlier statement. He abandoned her breast, slid his hand under her nightgown between her legs, and began to studiously massage her pussy with his long fingers.

"Severus!" she said, closing her thighs tightly, and trapping his hand. "Pay attention! I really do want to make some plans."

"Open your legs, please," he said. "I am not finished."

"Not until we make some plans. I don’t want to stay in on New Year’s Eve this year. I want to go out someplace."

"Where would you like to go?"

"Well, I want to see the fireworks display the Weasley twins are putting on in Hogsmeade, and have some drinks. What about that place they call the Hog’s Head?"

"I do not think that would be appropriate," Snape told her. "We will go to The Three Broomsticks if you wish, but certainly not the Hog’s Head. I am not taking my wife to such a disreputable place."

"What’s so disreputable about it?" Welkin asked, her curiosity immediately aroused.

"The sort of people who frequent it are rather shady, and quite frankly, it smells," Snape told her. "It would offend your feminine sensibilities."

"Oh, you mean it’s a dive bar," Welkin said matter-of-factly. "I’ve been in plenty of those before, and my feminine sensibilities didn’t suffer at all. It sounds interesting. Can’t we please go?"

"No, my sweet. It would really not be wise. The men who frequent that place can be quite aggressive with attractive females."

"I’ll dress very conservatively, I promise - and I won’t leave your side at all. Please…please…please…please…please…"

"Welkin! Stop that!" Snape ordered, wrinkling his nose as he grimaced at her. "That repetitious whining is most annoying."

"Well, if you don’t want to hear it again, say we can go to the Hog’s Head then," Welkin told him stubbornly. She drew a deep breath, opened her mouth, and prepared to continue her chant.

"Very well!" Snape quickly relented. "I will take you there for one drink only. Then we will go to The Three Broomsticks."

"Okay," Welkin agreed, smiling at him. She obligingly opened her legs, and released his hand, then quickly dived on top of him.

"You appear to be somewhat pleased by your victory over me," Snape understated. Taking advantage of her new position atop him, he grasped her buttocks with both of his hands, and began to squeeze and knead them rhythmically as he kissed her throat. If he had been a cat he would have been purring.

"I wouldn’t complain, if I were you, ‘cause I’m just about to fuck your brains out, you sexy wizard," Welkin informed him. To his great surprise, she waved her hand gracefully and the lights in their bedchamber suddenly went out, leaving only the flickering light from the fireplace.

"You did that without a wand!" Snape said, clearly astonished. "That is not possible. You have not progressed far enough in your studies to…"

She stopped him with a kiss. "Obviously I have progressed farther than you think." She smiled. "I’m a very talented woman, Severus - and a quick learner. You’d better not ever cross me. I have ways of dealing with presumptuous wizards who doubt my powers. You’d better make me come at least three times tonight, or be prepared to suffer the consequences," she warned him in a husky whisper.

"You may be descended from Morgan le Fay," Snape told her, "but…" He suddenly grasped her firmly, and rolled over on top of her, forcing her arms above her head, and using his superior masculine upper body strength to pin her down. "I am still quite able to best you in any contest or arena, including this one in our bed tonight. You demand my sexual services, do you?" he asked her in a silken whisper. "Are you quite sure that you can handle them? Be careful what you wish for, Welkin," he advised her, his voice taking on an ominous tone that sent excited shivers through her.

"Prepare yourself, witch!" His mouth crushed hers ferociously, leaving no doubt in her mind what sweet agonies he intended to put her through before the night was over.
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Chapter 30 - Heritage