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Much Ado About Nothing	By : goblet Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING
by The Goblet

Epilogue

Six months later Remus was lying awake on the bed he shared with Severus, staring up at the dark ceiling. He could not sleep.

The tranquillity of the night was disturbed by the front door of the cottage creaking open. Silently the werewolf got up off his bed and retrieved his wand from under his pillow. Noiselessly he tiptoed into the living room, where a dark figure in Death Eater's robes was trying to quietly sneak into the house.

Remus ignited the lights. "Severus! It's three o'clock in the morning; do you have any idea how worried I was?" he asked frantically, as Severus shut the front door.

The Potions Master turned to face his husband and took in his appearance. Remus had dark circles under his eyes, was still wearing his day robes, and basically looked like death warmed up.

"You didn't need to wait up for me," Severus whispered, crossing the small distance between them, and wrapped his arms around Remus, kissing him softly.

"I was worried," Remus replied. "You missed James and Lily's Christmas party. I know Sirius has been a git ever since he found out about your Mark, but Lily's your best friend.

"And then when I got home, you weren't here. I didn't know where you were, who you were with. You didn't leave a note or anything. I didn't know if you were hurt, or lying, dying in a ditch, or worse yet: dead! Have I mentioned that it's three o'clock in the morning?"

"I'm sorry," Severus said quietly, kissing his husband. "Come to bed, and I will explain," he added taking Remus' hand, and leading him into the bedroom.

Severus stripped off his robes and left them in a jumbled heap on the floor before crawling into bed, holding the covers up, waiting for his lover to join him.

Remus did the same, all the time watching his husband. Severus' forehead was slightly crinkled, a sign that he was stressed. His eyes were hollow and troubled. He was grumpy and he was exhausted.

Sighing, Remus extinguished the lights, replaced his wand under his pillow and curled up into his husband's side, resting his head on Severus' shoulder.

"It doesn't matter that you missed the party," he whispered. "Albus never showed up either."

"I know," Severus whispered.

"You do?"

Remus could feel Severus nodding and allowed him some time to collect his thoughts.

After several minutes, Severus finally began to talk. "There was an Incident.

"Albus was interviewing a seer for the Divinations position at Hogwarts and she gave him a demonstration of her powers," Severus said, as though it explained everything.

"You missed the Christmas Party and you're home late because Albus was interviewing a supposed seer?" asked Remus, incredulously. The current Divinations professor at Hogwarts was a complete fraud, and he had very little patience for those who claimed they had 'the sight'.

"I was imagining a thousand and one scenarios of how someone had hurt you, or killed you, because Albus was conducting a job interview?"

Severus shifted to wrap one arm around Remus, burying his fingers in the werewolf's hair. "She made a prophecy," he murmured. "About the end of the war… Wilkes overhead part of it…

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…" he quoted what Wilkes had heard verbatim.

"Luckily enough, they were in the Hog's Head inn, and Aberforth threw Wilkes out before the hag was finished. Wilkes never heard the end of the prophecy.

"I spent half the night with the Dark Lord. And the remainder being debriefed by Albus," Severus said tiredly.

Remus rubbed large circles on Severus chest as he spoke, somewhat grateful that Severus had a real reason to be out that night, while also being uneasy that his husband had been spying: very uneasy.

"Was Wilkes punished for not hearing it all?" he asked, as he continued rubbing, snuggling closer into Severus. He knew that the Dark Lord expected perfection from his followers.

"He was killed."

Remus stopped his ministrations. "Killed?! For not hearing it all?"

His husband was quiet for a while. "The Dark Lord has been quite disappointed with his failings of late. His failure tonight was the last in a long list of disturbances. He was held under the Cruciatus Curse until his heart failed. You-know-who believed that Wilkes wanted to oppose him for leadership… or was a spy. He's been rather paranoid about that."

Remus wound his arms around his husband. He prayed every single night that Severus was safe. He knew that if Voldemort ever even thought that Severus was a spy, his husband would be murdered.

"You're the Potions Master now?" he asked eventually.

Severus nodded.

Remus stretched up and kissed him. "I'm just relieved that you are safe," he whispered. For now.

Remus kissed him again. "There is an upside to this… revelation: We now know that the war will end, the Dark Lord will be defeated and we can live happily ever after."

Severus wrapped his arms around his husband. "Or the Dark Lord could win…," he whispered, "Kill the mother while she is pregnant or the child while it is defenceless. And who knows how many people will be killed in the interim."

"Shh," whispered Remus. "There's no point in thinking about that now. You need to get some sleep."

Severus smiled sadly at his husband. "I'm too tense to sleep," he whispered. "I keep seeing Wilkes announce the Prophesy… and then his screams as the Dark Lord punished him. And I think of what he is capable of doing to a small child, or a pregnant woman. I can't get it out of my head."

Remus climbed on top of his husband and cradled Severus' face in his hands. "Forget about it," he whispered. "It's out there. There's nothing you can do about it now.

"In here, in this room, in this bed, there is nothing but you and me." Remus leant down to kiss Severus softly, deepening the kiss when his husband responded and drew him closer, kissing him passionately.

"Now, if you are too tense to sleep and you keep thinking about things which are completely out of your control, I believe that I will just have to relax you, and make you think about something entirely different," Remus whispered, seductively.

Grinning wickedly, he grabbed the jar of lubricant from the bedside table and seized his wand from under his pillow before disappearing under the blankets.

Severus lifted his hips as Remus removed his underwear, and spread his legs so that his husband could settle between them, as a cleansing charm was applied.

Soon, Severus's full attention was on his husband's loving touch. Not a single thought was spared for the Dark Lord or Albus or the Prophesy, as Remus carefully stretched him. He smiled into the darkness as he felt Remus crawl back up his body, and saw his husband's head pop out from under the blankets.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, Severus."

"It was a good party, wasn't it?" James asked as he got ready for bed.

Lily nodded. "I'm just worried why Severus didn't put in an appearance. Remus seemed to be expecting him."

"I doubt there's anything to worry about," James replied, slipping under the covers. He wrapped his arms around Lily, and kissed her tenderly. "He probably didn't want to spoil everyone's night by getting into a fight with Padfoot."

"Mm, maybe. I think I'll owl him in the morning, just in case."

"Whatever makes you happy, love."

James let go of Lily long enough to spoon up behind her. "I don't know if I want to spend Christmas with my parents," he said, as he doused the lights.

"Mmm?" Lily gave a non-committal reply as James snuggled up to her and drew her close. Bedtime was her favourite time of day; she loved it when James cuddled her.

"My mother is never satisfied. Did you hear her tonight? I thought when we got married she would stop nagging me. But oh no! It's gone from 'when are you getting married?' to 'when am I going to be a grandmother?' Nag, nag, nag."

Lily smiled as James complained. She took his hand from her breast and placed it on her flat belly. "Oh, I don't know," she whispered. "In about seven months…"

The End

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