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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 40 - The Life Giver

Severus makes an unexpected announcement. A crisis reveals Welkin's greatest magical gift.

"Has somebody been sneaking into your private potions storehouse again? You look upset," Welkin observed, as Snape seated himself with her in the Slytherin common room. His arrival interrupted her busy scribbling in one of her journals.

"Nothing that serious. Just the abrupt end of Mr. Potter’s sessions in Occlumency. In a way, it is a great relief," Snape told her. "Where is Sullivan?" It was Saturday, and Welkin generally preferred to keep the child with them on the weekend, instead of employing the nanny.

"Luna has him. She volunteered to keep him for an hour or so, so that I could write in my journal."

"Why are you doing that here?" he asked, leaning closer in an attempt to see what she was writing.

"Because when I try to do it in our chambers, you always want to know what I’m writing," she told him, closing the journal so that he couldn’t see. "And then, when I won’t tell you, you decide you want to have sex, and I end up putting it away. At least here, I know that I won’t be distracted."

"Are you writing about me in that book?" Snape prodded.

"Partly."

"Then, I should most certainly be allowed to read it." He frowned at her.

"You’re in my mind constantly, both literally and figuratively. If you don’t know what I think about you by now, you never will. There’s no need for you to read it." Welkin put the journal away in her bag as his eyes followed her movements suspiciously.

"Do you write about other people as well?"

"Yes, of course."

"Other men you have known?" he asked.

"Oh no, not former lovers - just my eight or ten other current lovers. What a bother. There are so many of them that I lost count. I think it’s only eight to date," Welkin replied flippantly, sounding annoyed.

"If you are…" Snape began.

"Sully was very disappointed that you weren’t there when he woke up this morning." Welkin interrupted to change the subject before things got out of hand, which they often did with Severus when they were talking about her past love life.

"He kept looking around and calling for ‘Da’. He’s really getting to be quite the 'Daddy’s Boy'. I don’t think he misses me at all, now that he’s on the bottle and solid food. I’m just not important to him anymore."

"Of course you are important to the child. You are his mother," Snape reassured her.

"Then why hasn’t he said Mama yet? All he ever says is ‘Da’ and snake," Welkin said. "Or ‘nake’ as he calls it," she corrected herself. "You’d think he’d at least give me credit for the massive inconvenience of carrying him in my womb for nine months, not to mention the excruciating pain of giving birth to him."

Snape regarded her thoughtfully, his steady gaze finally beginning to unnerve her a little.

"What is it now?" she sighed.

"I think that I should like to have another child," Snape announced.

Welkin eyed him with brows knit. "Well, good luck with that, Severus. But thanks for warning me this time. I’ll make sure I’m well stocked up on contraceptives," Welkin informed him.

Snape quirked a smile at her. "A witch this time, I think, with her mother’s eyes and smile."

"I’ll take that as a compliment so, thank you, I guess," she responded hesitantly. "But I think you’ve been talking to Arthur Weasley too much again," Welkin added, referring to his intimate little tete-a-tetes with Arthur following Order of the Phoenix meetings.

"Do I look like a Weasley to you? I’m not about to be popping out babies every year to cater to your overly romanticized visions of fatherhood," Welkin said. "So just get it out of that brilliant, but slightly devious mind of yours," she added emphatically. "Besides, you don’t even like children. The one we do have is going to be driving you crazy in another year."

"I will not press the idea for now. We can discuss it during the summer when we are at Spinner’s End," he said evenly, looking as if he already had his mind set. Welkin made herself a mental note to secure her contraceptives against possible tampering in the future, with the strongest spell that she could manage.

"Professor Snape! Professor Snape!" A third year Slytherin student who Welkin did not know came running into the Common room frantically shouting. When he spotted Snape at their table, he rushed over.

"Are you trying for another detention, Mr. Daltry? Two in one month would be most inadvisable," Snape warned the gangly boy with white-blond hair.

"No Sir, Professor Snape. You’ve got to come to the Infirmary, Sir! It’s your son. He was hurt. It wasn’t anybody’s fault! Honest it wasn’t, Sir! He was just there when… Professor Dumbledore says to please come quick, Sir!"

Welkin was already on her feet and out the door, with Snape close behind her.

"He’s barely breathing, Severus!" Welkin said tearfully. "What are we going to do?"

Albus Dumbledore had related the story of what had happened, after sending the Hogwarts students who had been involved out of the room.

Luna Lovegood was on her way to the door of the Slytherin common room with Sully, intending to turn him back over to Professor Snape and Welkin, when someone she knew beckoned to her from the Potions Lab, and she had stopped in to talk to them. Two other groups of students had been in the lab practicing their brewing techniques. Sully had suddenly leaned over and grasped one of the ingredients from the table, then thrust it into his mouth and swallowed it before anyone could stop him.

"I’m afraid this is more than serious, my dear," Albus told Welkin, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. "I have consulted with Professor Sprout, and unfortunately, there is no antidote for what Sullivan has ingested." He looked at Snape and Welkin with sadness and sympathy. "You must prepare yourself to relinquish him. It may only be a matter of minutes, I’m afraid."

"No! That’s not true!" Welkin slapped his hand off her shoulder. "You’re a liar! Sully’s not going to die!"

"Welkin, please," Snape said gently, pulling her against himself, as he always did when she was distressed, in an effort to calm her.

"It’s not true! It’s not true! He’s a liar! Sully’s going to be okay. Tell me you’ll make him okay, Severus. You have something you can give him. I know you do. You always have something...from your storeroom. You have something!"

When Severus didn’t answer her, she looked up into his eyes for his reassurance. The tears she saw forming there made her teeter over the abyss of despair. If Severus couldn’t save Sully, with all of his great skill as a Potions Master, then who could?

"God help me…God help me…" she chanted, looking at Sully’s tiny face. His breathing was very shallow, and his skin was turning blue, his tiny life force slowly ebbing away.

"Oh, God help me…please God…"

The chant was a habit she had acquired in times of deep need. Welkin was not a great believer in religion in the traditional sense, as her mother had presented it to her, but she did believe in a divine creative force that poured out love and blessings to anyone who asked for them, and sought them with pure intentions. To each shall be given in the measure as is required. She had asked for help before, and it was given. It would be given now. She had to believe that.

As she asked, help was given - though not in a way she might have expected. No potion or elixir magically appeared. But a clear and distinct series of long forgotten images flashed through her mind as she stared at Sully, begging the divine Giver of Life to spare him.

:Look, Mama! I prayed him alive! I made a miracle, Mama!:

"A miracle…" Welkin muttered. "Just like the songbird…It worked then…maybe…"

She stared at Sully. "I just have to put my hands on him," she said with great certainty.

Her voice was calm now, instead of frantic, and projected strength and determination. It was as if she had flipped a switch, and summoned the other Welkin she had always carried with her on her crazy, careening path though life - the one whose footsteps were steadier - the one who could not be broken or turned aside from achieving her objective.

She drew away from Severus’s tight embrace, and started towards the bed where Sully lay dying.

Albus nearly stopped her, but Snape waved him away, remembering the images he had seen when he was joined with Welkin’s mind. Please, let it be a true memory, he thought. His son had done nothing to deserve this. He should not suffer and lose his life for the transgressions of his father.

Welkin sat on the edge of the bed, and gathered Sully’s nearly lifeless body into her arms, holding him against her heart. She placed her hands against his back and closed her eyes, focusing all of her energies, love, and need. Welkin felt her hands and the top of her head begin to grow warm, as if they were burning from within, the heat radiating outward. She gathered the heat, and forced it all down - down to the palms of her hands and her fingertips - down into Sully. She found the tiny spark of life that remained in his body, and entwined with that thinly stretched silver filament to strengthen and anchor it to herself like a lifeline.

"Remarkable," Albus breathed, as he watched Welkin’s hands begin to emit a subtle golden glow that deepened to a flame-like reddish orange hue. Her own breaths were now deeper and a little labored, almost as they had been when she was giving birth to the baby. Slowly, the flame changed again to a phosphorescent green, as she burned away the damage that had been done to him, and drew Sully back to the living.

Sully twitched against her. No longer appearing lifeless, he squirmed against his mother as she drew him back from death’s cold embrace. Drawing a sudden deep breath, he set up a frightened but lusty squall, as Welkin slumped a little over him, and felt the intense heat begin to fade from her hands.

"Incredible, my boy," Albus said to Snape. "Welkin has the rarest healing talent of all, like her ancestress before her. She is Datrix Vitae - a Life Giver."

When Welkin raised her head, with the beautiful sound of Sully’s caterwauling ringing in her ears, she saw Severus gazing at her with a look of great love, tinged with awe.
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 40 - The Life Giver